[u]Balthazar takes his helmet in both hands, dropping his hammer in a standing position. He straps his helmet into his armor, then picks his hammer back up, stretching with the weight. His armor creaks and groans, as if it yearns for a fight.[/u] It will be an honor fighting you you Nora. I shall not hold back. [u]The flames of the Abyss Watchers burst forth from the links in his armor, embellishing the the crest on his chest. Flames coil around grip of the hammer, reaching all the way up to the head, creating a tail of fire of immense heat when swung. He bows, then charges towards Nora, aiming a massive upward swing at her center mass.[/u]