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[u][b]The Beautiful Land[/b][/u]
[@Sageage][@Paradox Witch][/center]

Well um... There wasn't any... Cutting going on. In fact, Durandal didn't seem to do much of anything. Honestly a bit of a bummer. You get a sword from god, have something to do with Hector, and... It just... Stops. At least he learned two things. One, there are shields that he can cut through easily. Two. The quills didn't spook them. But the actual arm itself did. Three... They were terrified of pigs. Yep, that was it. That was the only important thing he learned from this. Now to take advantage of that fear of boards. [s]Side note, look for boar piglets. Might be useful later.[/s]

But no matter how rooted the attempts to keep Roland frozen might be, it lasted for barely a moment. Less than that. If anything, it paused him for less than the time it took for the Lyaeus to acknowledge he had been frozen in such a way. His presence, his heroic legend had long been surpassed. Roland, with shades reflecting light like a discoball, was surpassing everything in this war. He knew they knew, so he had to make sure to take them all out as fast as possible. Before their... Planning could be used against him. 

But his arm, that had lashed out at the backrow, was not done. Nor was it going to stop. Instead, Roland kicked back, leaping away from the duo. But his arm, continued to stretch, and as Roland was falling back, the two in the frontline would feel a grip. The arm had split in two, with hands like fangs, it gripped the two from behind, and began to feast. But not flesh. Not armor or skin. But the grudges. The magic. The curses and blessings that had taken their bodies. Roland was taking a page straight from the same book. He was cutting their connection to the one controlling them, by [b]devouring[/b] it. 

By leaping back, he landed besides his master, sword raised as if ready to strike back at any of the creatures that made a move on the man. Roland knew that if he couldn't devour the monsters with his arm, and he couldn't simply cut them apart... Then he'd have to retreat. Get some distance, and probably get his master to safety. He couldn't risk leaving him out there like this. [color=00a99d]"Master, we should get you to safety. These things are invulnerable to my sword. And I don't want to risk them attacking you while I'm punching them to death."[/color] 

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_________________________________[i][b]Xerxes Kaveh - Master[/b][/i]_________________________________
[u][b]DDD Hotsprings[/b][/u][/center]

Xerxes could not just sit by and watch. He had to act. And he had something in particular that could help. It was a blessing from his homeland. He could see that man, Gin trying to help the other masters. A hand on his shoulder, and a surge of his magic.

[color=fff79a]"May there be health and long life, complete Glory giving righteousness! May the visible yazads and the invisible yazads and the seven Amashaspands come to this fair offering."[/color] 

It was a holy prayer. A blessing of life, and righteousness. A holy rite and hymn that echoed through the room. A prayer to restore strength to Gin against the challenges ahead. 

[color=fff79a]"For many years keep them worthy to perform worship and utter prayers, to give charity and offerings, being just. May they have health to fulfill all their duties! May they be liberal, kind and good!"[/color]