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[b][color=00aeef]PAGONIA[/color][/b][/center]

[color=9e0b0f]"Watch out for the vines!"[/color]

The word echoed through the air, catching the group off guard including Pagonia's usually keen senses. Malum permeated the area of the forest surrounding the young swordsman, vines reaching out to place him six feet under. This was all happening at the absolute worst time, only a few hours after the korvar fight; Pagonia's left arm still reeling in pain. He had to shake the pain to defend himself. His mind raced at the thought as Zes or anyone here being injured; they weren't exactly friends but, he considered everyone here as a comrade. Suddenly his instincts kicked in, his hand raced to his sword, pulling it from the sheath to sever a vine only moments after it entered his space. 
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"Aw hell. Just one bad thing after another." [/color]

The golden eyes of the eldest Calore brother darted around the area, scanning and taking in the environment. Every action ran through his mind, the world slowing down around him. This was how Pagonia saw combat, his body reacting almost automatically to danger. The blade of Durandel cleaved through another vine as Pagonia dashed forward. The initial plan was to help Zes fight off the vines as he figured that the lack of sunlight would be an issue. The problem was that Pagonia's completely underestimated how dangerous the situation was, Clara and Zes both getting injured. Pagonia stopped dead in his tracks, finally tired off everything today. 

[color=00aeef]"I won't let you take him from me."[/color]

A cold wind began to encircle Durandel, ice forming over it like frost on a window. Pagonia's body shook ever so slightly from his own inner anger. He wouldn't lose Zestasia again. 

[color=00aeef]"Glacies Subcinctus.."[/color] Pagonia lifted his sword in front of him, placing his hand upon it's blade before sliding it across, [color=00aeef]"ZWEIHANDER!"[/color]

Ice coalesced together upon the blade, taking a solid form, expanding outward in the image of the sword. Sharpening upon completion of the ice sword, this blade was huge in comparison to Durandel but, lacked any of the weight that would accompany a sword of its size. Taking a single step forward, Pagonia dashed forward with a burst of energy. One swing of his sword covered a wide arc, the ice severing the vines like the blade it covered. His movements flowed into one another like a wave in the ocean, flips and tumbles to avoid the vines, a swing of his sword cutting through the opposition. This was the Way of the Sparrow, the style Pagonia had honed for years, now being reduced to fighting plants. 

"Zestasia." Pagonia stood in front of his brother, sending away another vine. He took a stance like a knight protecting his king. The only goal for the swordsman was to get the younger Calore to safety and help the others. [color=00aeef]"Zes, get to Etoile and Clara. We can discuss things later. ETOILE! Watch out for Clara and Zes, I'll take center stage."[/color] Pagonia narrowly avoided a vine, the air from the plant blowing his hair back. How long could Pagonia stay in top form? Even he realized he couldn't fight for an extended time, his chest started to throb and his left arm felt weak. No matter how this turned out, he wasn't leaving his brother's side again.