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Pagonia was focused on the battle at hand, his mind racing with adrenaline, palms sweaty from the excitement, and heart pounding harder than the jump from the barge. Everyone was getting into the fight with the beast, hurting it and illuminating weak points on its body. The sword in Pagonia's hand seemed to be heavier than normal, almost like it was weighing down his entire soul. Using his one good arm he pulled it upward in-front of his face, a cold mist starting to raise from the blade. His eyes were focused on the creature, his mind ready to work on how to handle the situation. Soon the mist coalesced around the blade, hardening into a solid mass of smooth ice that extended from the blade, making a wider blade of ice that gleamed from the light around. 

"Now it's my turn." Pagonia stated with confidence, before dashing forward toward the creature. The commotion distracted the beast long enough for him to get within range with his modified sword. A quick swing using the full force of his single arm allowed him to tear into the arm where Laz had highlighted. The necrotic damage made it easier for the ice to began to overtake they area, freezing the creature's arm in mere seconds. Pagonia pivoted and dashed behind the beast, that would reeling in pain, to gain a better spot. He pulled his sword behind his back for a big wind up and then brought his sword down across the beast's back. The air was cleaved by the force that Pagonia was releasing upon this creature. Even if it didn't kill it, it would start to freeze from its spine, if it had one, and restrict its movements completely.