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

[quote=@Prodigal Son]

"Artos Bane. Do not be alarmed, my name is Felix Glasius, and I have come with a proposition." Felix said, in a calm, courageous tone. 

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The ice raft rocked ever so gently as it drifted along the river, Artos breathed steadily and rested in the familiar confines of what could very well be considered a floating coffin. The battle with the bearded fellow had left him in a state of readiness, alert even in the utter calm. The presence of another being didn't startle him in the slightest, nor did his presence alarm the fighter, the opposite was in fact true as Artos readied to land the first blow. The water signaled his attack as it churned once like an air bubble popping, spraying the frozen water in a torrential downpour even as it froze over in a flash of absolute zero temperature. The wave of frozen energy rippled from the raft, rich and deep. 
Kringle had not exhausted a great deal of mana in their scuffle, and the restorative calm of the river had already begun to repair the cracked bones and various bruises. In the heat of battle these were nothing more than nuisances to be ignored. 

Artos coiled like a spring and launched out of the raft in a leap at the stranger, both longswords in hand, intending to finish the fight quickly. A look of shock sparked in Artos' eyes as he analyzed the opponent on the glance. Heavily armored and standing on the river before it had been frozen was a feat to be proud of, with Artos himself still unable to do so at will without freezing it. Adrenaline coursed his whole body to fighting fit at the thought of battle with such a developed practitioner of the arts.

There was no time to see if the fellow had been frozen to the ground or not so Artos went in with a scissor swipe, both blades crossing over each other in unison like scissors in an attempt to decapitate the opponent. Both blades to either side he reversed momentum and went for an X slash at the torso to try and test the armors durability before rushing in once more, precise jabs and slashes intended to force the opponent back on their heels. With luck the fellow would be rooted to the ice and unable to dodge, without luck it would be a test of skill. 
The hunger of battle manifested in the blue glow of mana like a halo around the fighters body. 

There would be time for talk later.