[u]Raising the shield up so that it was positioned inbetween the two, Balthazar slams the pommel of the sword repeatedly against the front of the shield. A sound comparable to that of a gong rings out, but not a scratch can be seen across the shield from the blow. The shield itself is worn and tired, almost half a foot thick. Large dents and gashes can be seen rippling across it's war-torn surface, evidently from the battles it has seen. Glaring upwards, Balthazar locks eyes with Kiera in a sort of challenge, as if saying "come get me". He roars a cry of battle, awaiting the final attack of the battle. Somebody would die in this clash of warriors, but only time would tell who lived.[/u] "[u][i][b]COME FORWARDS BRAVE WARRIOR, AND HIT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT! THIS SHIELD HAS SURVIVED THOUSANDS OF BATTLES, AND THIS SWORD SLAIN COUNTLESS MEN! LET THE STRONGEST OF THIS PAIRING WIN, LEST IT BE ME OR YOU! IT WAS A GOOD FIGHT, AND I SHALL REMEMBER IT-[/b][/i][/u]" [u]Slamming the pommel against the shield once more, the pillar of flame funnels into Balthazar and his weapons. A brilliant crimson flame erupts from a face on the center of the shield, and ancient runes dance across the flat of his blade in an elegant walts. His armor seems to become transcendent, flames weaving in and out of the steel itself to create a most terrifying sight. The specters of thousands of warriors seem to spring up from the ground behind him, each adorned in the armor of the Abyss Watcher Legion.[/u] "[i][b][u]I AM THE GENERAL OF THE LEGION OF THE ABYSS WATCHERS! MY SHIELD SHALL NOT BEND, AND MY SWORD SHALL NOT FALTER! NOW END THIS BRAVE WARRIOR, AND LET US RACE TO SEE WHO MAY BE VICTORIOUS![/u][/b][/i]" [spoiler]When I get excited my writing tends to begin to look like this lol. I'm pulling out all the stops bby, now let's do this.[/spoiler]