Alvios spun and struck it down with his sword, although the recoil of doing so ended up throwing him back much more than he'd expected, throwing him backwards past Oz, slamming up against the wall behind him, and he groaned, more in irritation than any kind of actual pain. [color=mediumorchid]"I just got out of bed. I was feeling better this morning. Was going to get ready, do some stretching, catch up with everyone regarding this final battle. Instead I get woken up by the eerie gaze of who set off my journey in the first place, get taunted by the woman who put me in bed in the first place..."[/color]

    Alvios stepped forward, brushing debris out of his hair and looking out of the wide hole, at the source of the shot. He didn't recognize him, but he wasn't wearing a mask as far as he could tell from this distance. [color=mediumorchid]"And then there's [i]this[/i] asshole!"[/color]