[center][color=6ecff6][h2]Crispin Clean[/h2][/color]
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Clean was silent for the rest of the commands given. He knew his role, kill the giant birds. He could almost hear his tendons and ligaments straining as he tensed for the killing blow. A rapier was a blade designed to be used by stabbing, so his entire posture was designed to put his entire weight behind his blade and focus it all into a single point. Tunnel vision clouded Clean's periphery, leaving Leblanc's position all he saw, sound slowly faded around him, letting him focus on the task he was given as the sound of his heart beat thumped in his ears.

Leblanc leaped up, the trap was sprung. Like a human arrow, Clean was loosed upon the Roc's at Gradon's call. Wrist twisting slightly, the rapier drilled forwards ahead of him, the loosening of muscle giving that extra half and inch, and Clean turned his head light a mountain climber straining for an outcropping just out of reach. A slight 'pop' was felt, not from Clean, but reverberating from the tip of his blade as the eyeball of a Roc splashed its viscous liquid over Clean's suit, crimson blade having pierced both eyes with a single stab...

[color=6ecff6]"Daaaaaamn iiiiiit!"[/color] a primal curse and roar erupted from Clean's throat as he tore the blade out of one of the Rocs, Clean now using both hands to grip his blade and abandoned even the pretense of skill and finesse, instead using the thin blade like an axe with him chopping and hacking at the Roc's flesh. Chunks of avian flesh and splinters of hollow bone all scattered in the air around Clean like gory fireworks. If his rapier hadn't been a vessel it likely would have long since shattered under his abuse of it. Seeing another Roc struggling on the ground, Clean swung his blade like a baseball bat along it's flank. The blade only stopping when it had embedded itself in the creature's hollow bones, as the webbing of flesh connecting Clean's thumb and index finger tore apart, the last swing too much to handle as his blood soaked his grip. Ripping the blade out of the dead bird Clean looked for another target, ignoring his injury.