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« on: September 17, 2013, 06:28:48 pm »
Droog stopped as the enki seemed to nearly pass out on her feet. Apraising the situation for a trap, but finding none. He shakes his head once, tutting. "Tired or not, our fight has not concluded."
He brings his blade up, holding it sideways in front of him. If any part of the fenki were conscious and able to see, her vision would be of a complex, circular pattern flaring to life at the palm of Droog's gloves. The duelist lightly runs his hand down the length of the blade, which begins to glow a light blue.
"Rapiers are already adept at piercing through armor. But I find a little extra is occasionally needed to really drive home the point."
An audible crackle splits the air between them, though the roar of fleeing patrons makes it harder to detect. It sounds like a snap-freeze. The light on the rapier twists and expands, becoming a spiked crystalline lattice. Droog surges forwards with his enchanted weapon, faster than his previous charges, intent to drive the cruel implement in, and up.
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Michkel had waded through the crowd in time to see that there was no possible way he was going to be able to intervene for the fenki, the most he could offer was a sad prayer to Talad for her safety in the Realm. If he could not do her any favors immediately, he could certainly manage one for the long term. Quickly he scanned the slowly draining Arena, until he spotted the box seats. With practiced deftness, he carefully equipped his gargantuan caestus.
He took in a mighty breath, his immense chest expanding as he clasped metal hands and raised them above his head, before dropping them in a titanic blow at the stone ledge, shattering a small section of the steps into chunks. No time was wasted to register pain from such a foolhardy action, and he selected the biggest piece he could find, hefting it onto his shoulder and spinning once... twice... thrice... and shotputting the piece of masonry right at the support structure of the box.