[center][color=0072bc][h1]Varen[/h1][/color][/center] "[color=0072bc]Not cool! Tell your fan club to buzz off! Unless of course, you really can't take a few upstarts by yourself![/color]" Varen taunted in a snarky timbre, yet there was a clear undertone of frustrated spite at the turn of events. He ferociously swung his spear around, a threatening maneuver to brush the meddling horde away from him. He wasn't stoked about having to watch his flank the entire time, and would therefore be glad to see Azemi, watch his back, nodding to her before facing Ares again. "[color=0072bc]You call this living?! No one's walking away from this! We're both vegetables in a crappy hospital bed, getting our butts sponged to hell for all we know!... (Sinister Smile) But how about I do ya a favor?... I'll spare you from a fate [b][i]worse than death!![/i][/b][/color]" Varen was attacking and counterattacking in a near frantic flurry of embers and sparks, more of a formality to buy time as his skills replenished. Even so, the Warchief wasn't without his fair share of successful attacks, though they were noticeably less often than what would have been the case had he fought someone other than Varen, the head hancho's blows definitely making an impact, stripping away up to a third of his health. Each brush of the sword against the spear wielder's person was a break in his concentration and rhythm, facets of his defense that he struggled to restore, instinct picking up the slack and guiding his shaft as well as his body until his mind took over, resuming the hectic, deadly dance. But within seconds, Varen realized that the player killer was stepping up his offense to a fierce degree, to the point that a clean hit was near impossible. The red head narrowed his emerald colored eyes. He couldn't keep this up for much longer. [color=0072bc]Well s**t... (increasingly unhinged laughter)... Okay... How about one more miracle you two? What do you say?... Pipe down already (playful chuckling)... What's a big bro for?...[/color] Anyone not paying close enough attention would miss what was technically done within fractions of a second. Varen, after securing a relatively good amount of distance with a shove of his weapon, charged at Ares, his Flame Daybreak Spear igniting at the tip and glowing to signify the activation of . [color=0072bc]Keep your eye on the shiny, big boy...[/color] Spear trained forward, it looked like a head on assault until he started launching a few throwing knives mid rush, precise projectiles which Ares easily deterred with his blade, the last knife aiming low. In the exact moment that his sword met the low aiming shot, Varen launched himself up in the air, his body slanting leftward, his flaming spear in his right hand and another knife in his left hand. Twisting his whole body towards Ares, his left hand let fly with the knife that hindered the rising sword just enough so that it wouldn't interfere with the maneuver, let alone kill him outright. Yet rise the sword did, the resulting slash taking a whole other third from his health and a little more besides that. But all the same, the Warchief couldn't stop , which the very mid air Varen swung down like a hammer upon the leader's shoulders, a dynamic trail of fire streaming from behind the spear tip, a fuse that lead to an even greater explosion at the point where armor and spear met. [color=0072bc][i]Slight of hand, baby[/i]! (laughter) I should have been a magician. ... For what it's worth... there are worse ways to go... I can't think of anything right now, but it'll come to me, when it's too late... Heh... F*****g hell... Those were my favorite pair too...[/color] Smoke, dust and, if all went according to plan, crystalline shards of armor and such, engulfed where the both of them were. As the shroud lifted around the edges, Varen could be seen lying on the ground, facing upward. His spear was a few feet away, but he couldn't reach it, not seeing much point in doing so. Both his legs were severed clean off from Ares' attack, a fanciful, colored "gash" marking where his left thigh and right calf ended abruptly. "[color=0072bc]Wrong on both counts, j*****s![/color]" Varen shouted into the sky after a laughing fit. "[color=0072bc]And for my [b]next miracle!?![/b]...[/color]" "[color=0072bc]...No regrets...[/color]" he tiredly sighed as he slowly closed his weary eyes. His legs would have regenerated back to normal within a few minutes, but that may have been minutes he didn't have. Whether Ares was alive or dead, he was still a sitting duck. There wasn't a guarantee that the others could wipe out the rest of the PKers; retreat may very well be the best option, and there was no way he could make it to the watchtower now. [color=0072bc]This is fine... Guess I'll come up with some epic last words...[/color] "[color=0072bc](deep breath) Six out of ten... Community kinda sucks... Well... on the whole, anyway...[/color]" he muttered under his breath, a boyish grin on his face.