[center][h3]Norway – Castle of Snow[/h3][/center]
[center][@PKMNB0Y][@Rune_Alchemist][@Anonawrimo][@TheFake][/center][hr]

The clamor of metal, even slight, broke the frigid castle's pervasive silence like a popped balloon. With a smirk, Marxion glanced over as the automaton creaked to life and barreled his way. Given his experience with rifts, he'd been wary from the start, and wasn't a living suit of armor incredibly classic? Since the vase apparently contained nothing, he held no compunctions about simply lobbing it at the incoming threat to be split by the empty knight's nondescript weapon rather than his head. 

In the meantime, he pivoted out of the way of its overhead cleave and let its strike go by. As he stepped past, Marxion hooked the suit's ankle with the side of his right foot and kicked off, aiming to use his assailant's weight and strength to trip it and send it sprawling. In the moment that the two made contact, Marxion placed a save point on the suit's lower leg, then moved away. On a whim, he reloaded the save he'd put on the vase, restoring it to prime condition where it stood the moment before he picked it up. Maybe its replacement would get the armor off his back, after all.