[center][h1][color=black]Dome Battle, part II[/color]

[color=silver]Ferrin Astra[url=http://elwiki.net/wiki/images/4/41/Master2HQ.png]*[/url][/color][/h1][/center]

   A surge of adrenaline hit Ferrin in a rush, and his power came like a drug, coursing through his veins. His breath came quicker, his focus sharpened, and his awareness exploded outward. His mind became still, and his emotions were not expressed on his face, but in his magic. He was reminded why he loved to fight; loved the thrill of testing his own limits, the sheer euphoria of seeing Death come for him, and waving as it passed by.

The spell-lined coat's wards interfered with the magic of the bone casing, it only formed a thin eggshell layer with a few knobby protrusions. Ferrin noted it unconsciously, as he swifly lept out of the way of the onrush of necrotic energy. The casing crubled and fell off from the sudden speed of his movement. He dashed toward Nidhogg, his movement only a blur to most eyes. As he did, he snapped his fingers, and requiped his Shiden EX. The familar weight fell into his hand, a long, curved sword with a guard, somewhere between a scimitar and a katana. He muttered a quick spell, and the blade edge began to glow a cheerful, cherry-red. 

He crossed the space between them in what seemed like an instant, at the apex of his rush, he swung his sword, chopping through the bone spear in Nidhogg's hands, like a hot knife (which it was) through butter (which it wasn't). Before his coat settled, his arm moved in a blur, sending a flurry of swordstikes at Nidhogg. Should his blade connect, the wound would cauterize, and then literally catch fire. His face was calm, and serene almost emotionless, as it had lost its usual miscevious and mocking expression. This was a serious Ferrin; his resolve to kill could be felt throughout the battlefield.

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