[center][color=6ecff6][h2]Crispin Clean[/h2][/color]
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Clean was a logical person and pragmatic. The bad pun wasn't just spur of the moment. The words were to remove her direct attention from Althea while he followed up with a clubbing to the ribs, leaving her gasping for breath while the force of the blow knocked her to the ground where she could then be pinned. Instead the swift kick from the girl’s steel boots, with flexibility that was almost inhuman, tore the axe from his grip and into the white powdery snow.

[color=00aeef]"What on earth?"[/color] was all he could manage at the bizarre scenario that he took part of. Seeing the toothy grin, Clean raised an eyebrow and instead of diving for the axe again pushed up his sleeves and cracked his knuckles, leaving his whole attention on the girl in front of him. Leaning down with one eye shut tight as he was in something akin to a runner’s start, Clean took aim at her waiting for a sign and a gap between slashes from Mercy.

CRACK. FLASH.

Althea set off a blinding light reflected off of the mirror like white snow, closing his blinded eye and opening the closed eye, Clean launched himself at the mismatched girl with arms outstretched, hoping to grapple her to the ground, leaving her incapacitated.