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[center][i]Towering Giant, Survival of the Fittest[/i][/center]
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Under the weight of his own might, the blade of his foe crumbled and broke in one fell swoop. The center of his axe cleaved its head in two, and reached what seemed to be the soulstone. Witnessing its brim in the shine of its unstable magical eminence, Hafrbjǫrn had realized a moment too late the error of his action by placing such great strength on the back of his sing, he injured a core structure of this beast, causing a visceral reaction. His eyes noted the shine of the light soon shift into a cycling flame followed by a cascading boom. Reflexively he placed his left hand in front of his face to shield himself in what is a foolish attempt against the blast, sent backwards in a flight, his feet swept the earth under him to halt himself from furthering into the seams. A shine gleamed upon him, one which soon meshed into flesh an instant later. He has been boon'd with magical defense properties, noting his sides there had been some liquid on his armor which stained some of the leather fabric. Placing his sights towards the end the room, he concluded that it was this weirdly shifty man who he gave the bomb's too. Pox was what he was referred to, however this boon wasn't too potent to sustain the blast. The tried curling up his fingers and pain began to surge through them, he couldn't properly close his fist with the tendons screaming for freedom, fingers jammed and palm shaking. His double handed grip would certainly be hindered, but it shouldn't pose much of a problem. The battle continued, he needed to move onto battle once more. Ignore the pain, for now, your new comrades await for your testament of strength. 

Alm and Sybille seemed to have been at their best with their targets, Pox remained at the distance so he remained at the safety of reach. The archers were certainly being pressed into a corner, but he needed to sustain his position in the front. Whatever the mage was doing, she held an idea to rid themselves of these obstacles in an instance, so he needed to pose once more as a threat. But, he found something rather interesting about the targets. He took one of the soulstones of these monster's previously. He picked it up from his pouch and pondered upon it. The blast from such was potent enough, at close range it would be quite dangerous... Garrett was upon the clutches of another one of these annoying monsters, Nanami was under the attack too... Which to choose... He needed to reach quickly. Damn it.

[color=1a7b30]"Rouge Lass! Jump as far back as you can!"[/color] He ordered as he picked up on of the smaller axes, jammed the stone onto its bladed steel, and threw it at the earth near the Snakemen's on the right's tail. He would lose a weapon, but this is a menial loss to get rid of these creatures. With prejudice, Hafrbjǫrn moved towards Garrett's side, pulling his other small axe and swung at the tail. He wanted to slice it off so it would release Garrett of its clutches.