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[color=SteelBlue][h3]Rave "The Shadow" Mallard[/h3]
Frixion Prime[/color][/center]

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Even as Akagalcia's cheerful thoughts reached him, Rave had no time to respond, as he rolled away from another heavy strike from the guy with the great sword before drawing his C-150 and firing three .50 caliber rounds into him. His shield stopped them again, six inches from his body and the Spectre grit his teeth as he deflected another slash into the ground with his katana, rolling away for more space. He didn't have any idea how many hits this shield could take and, if his hunch was correct, he didn't have time, since that runner was probably sent to get help. There was one way he could think of to short it out for sure, but it would be real cold, real fast. [color=SteelBlue][i]"Hope you don't mind a little cold."[/i][/color] Within moments of informing Akagalcia what was going on, the area began to grow colder.

The thugs grew confused by the sudden drop in temperature as their breath became more visible with every passing second and a thug with a hunting knife thought himself clever as he called, [color=DarkGreen]"He's an ice mage! He's gotta stay focused to cast!"[/color] This prompted the remaining two, not counting the shouter, with knives to rush forwards and attack at the same time. The counter was almost imperceptible to anyone unfamiliar with swordsmanship. The katana blade blocked the knife on the right before ramming a fist into his chin, sending him up four feet and back six. The second blade missed it's mark and it's wielder's wrist was caught and broken in one smooth motion, and all this happened as the temperature continued to drop and ice and snow began to appear.

[color=SteelBlue]"I'm much more than a mage, and far more deadly. Enjoy the cold embrace of death."[/color] Even as the words left Rave's mouth, the three unshielded men found themselves overcome with cold and ice and became statues. Meanwhile, the fourth's shield finally gave out, circuits freezing and overloading. When the energy shimmer faded away, the cold began to warm back up and Rave stood with his katana at the ready, along with a series of ice knives floating around him, tips down. [color=SteelBlue]"You still think you can win?"[/color]