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[centre][color=6ecff6][b]Artos Bane[/b][/color][/centre]


Artos had been in the thick of combat, his blades worked like separate beings as he smashed bones to dust. The coffin strategy had been effective to a degree but it wasn't until nemo called out his warning that Artos knew the fight was won.
Though when he saw the glowing X on the ground, the northern combatant realized he was too far out.

The resulting explosion from Nemos detonation spell tore the ground and monsters apart like paper. From the sounds of it, his attack had been powerful enough to destroy not just the skeletons but level the coffins and floors as well.
Artos had only survived by freezing himself below a pile of his undead adversaries. Their lifeless bodies, combined with his frozen water, had provided just enough of a barrier to stop the rending shards from killing the swordsman along with the rest of his foes.

The smoke cleared and Artos rose up from his battered protections, shards sticking out of it like a pincushion. A long thing shard had punched a small hole clean through the makeshift defenses and lodged through his hood, thankfully missing his head by millimeters. 
Sheathing both blades and returning the frozen water to a liquid form, returning to the bottles on his hips, he coughed and brushed off his clothing and rejoined the group. 

He had not been listening to Felix and missed the compliment but knew in his heart that his participation in that fight had been right. One obstacle down. 
Despite the disorder of his leaders, Artos stared and Nemo and Raiya with a newfound bit of respect. Maybe they weren't the best leaders but they were powerful. He could appreciate that.