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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 3:23:54 PM
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[spoiler]you monster[/spoiler]
[b]His foot stepped back a small bit at the forming of ice and such, and he simply placed one hand on the great sword's blade, the other on the hilt and attempted to ram you through with the sharp object. Other than that, not much was done. He gave you little time to prepare. [/b]
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Ghiaccio had quickly raised his shield up, though upon impact with the blade the shield cracked and broke. Using his Sword hand he did a simple lunge at his opponent, attempting a stab.
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Woah there, partner! [b]He placed the blade up and used the side to hit the sword away, backing off and preparing another attack. It should give you time to form a shield. He pointed the sharp edge at you once more, this time, both hands on the hilt. [/b]
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Ghiaccio formed another, thicker shield and his blade melted off. He held it tightly bracing for impact. He'd need to finish this quick if he wanted to escape...
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[b]Prepared for the impact, he rammed the point through the shield, only a small bit of metal piercing the end. He tried to pull it out, unsuccessfully, and placed his foot on your shield, trying to get the weapon free from the frozen grip. [/b]
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Frost started to coat the blade, eventually crawling up to his armor and his body. It was a chilling sensation, as if he was in the Arctic bare naked. The sword broke free and Ghiaccio slammed his shield onto the knights helmet, now coating it with a second layer of pure ice.
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[b]He stumbled back, and crushed the ice on his helmet, (I presume?) before looking around. That had dazed him, for a moment, and now was probably the time to strike. [/b]
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Ghiaccio slammed his shield on the mans helmet, repeatedly doing it over and over again just like he did with the cat. He was relentless in his brutality.
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[b]That many brutal blows to the head would kill any ordinary man... So Donnel lay dead on the road, the great sword dropped to the side. Blood flowed out of the helmet, staining the ground red. It was somewhat quick, but must have been painful. Three +1 signs appeared out of thin air, like ghosts, and drifted off into the atmosphere. [/b]
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"What in the fück?" Ghiaccio said, looking back down to the man. Attempting to take off his helmet to see the most likely disfigured face he made.
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[b]As you took a step near, the blood began to flow back from your boots, into the helmet. Slowly, the knight grabbed the great sword and stood up again, the blackness of his visor seemingly deeper. He rested the blade on his shoulder, and a shield of metal formed on the other arm, the crest of a dragon upon it.[/b] Who are ya?
