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Hercules cursed as he is struck hard by HORUS, taking a single step back as a rush of cold seems to surround him. Something akin to the rage that is glossing over your eyes appears in his, HORUS, but it melts quickly as he turns and attempts to slam his club into Io again. [abbr= Roll to Hit: 9 + 5 = 14 | MISS]While the strike appears to hit true after a shaky start[/abbr], Io raises a hand in a similar fashion to Zevemar and the club cracks against a glittering, red shield. 

“Fucking magic fuckers.” He muttered, and [abbr= Roll to Hit: 18 + 5 = 23 | HIT]with another shaky push through the icy-blue aura that HORUS had infected him with Hercules punched through the glittering shield[/abbr], clocking Iolanthe right across the jaw. [abbr=Damage: 2 + 3 = 5]Your lip splits, Io, and it aches[/abbr] as Herc pulls back and readies to strike you again despite giving Zev his full attention. It seems he is still trying to get a rise out of you despite his bloodied and bruised status.
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