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Ragnar was there, ready to press his attack, when he stumbled and fell. The axe still in his grip ripped itself out of the wound in a spray of blood as he confusedly looked down, his aura flickering and vanishing from the edges - enough that his severed leg was no longer held together, robbing him of his balance. The savage rictus eased into an understanding as he fell, a mountain of scarred muscle and flesh finally meeting its end.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Ironhand, bring me home."[/color][/b]

As the aura fully receded, the injuries it held together returned to take their toll. Pierced heart returned with all the fatalities it entailed, lifeblood leaking from a dozen more wounds that marked the end of Ragnar the Red.

[b][color=#a4161a]"No fucking way, is he really dead? Good job, everyone."[/color][/b]

Yvonne arrived a few seconds after, kicking at the corpse without any sign of respect for the dead. Then she retrieved her sword still buried in the mountain of meat, and as a last gesture of profanity proceed to saw off the northlander's head. She glared back halfway through at Cedar and a horrified Reinhold, scowling at the latter as if he had said something offensive.

[b][color=#a4161a]"What? We gotta make sure, you have no idea how resilient this fuck is."[/color][/b]

Her effort was interrupted by a loud detonation above, the roilling wave of green abruptly replaced by a flash of crimson as the caustic cloud exploded violently. The vines took the brunt of it, as were Jazdia herself being so close to the cloud at that moment. That solved the immediate issue... only for the clear sky to reveal that the spell construct was slightly smaller but otherwise unaffected as it resumed spewing more sickly-green cloud.

Violet was winning, but not fast enough. The remaining two ravens, meanwhile, threw themselves onto the conjoined spellcaster with abandon as they rapidly shrunk from the barrage. That, however, was all the time Asevor need to complete his tesseract. He victoriously raised his hand, the spell construct gleaming brightly before shooting straight into the sky.

[b][color=#778da9]"Harlek's Incantation of Incineration."[/color][/b]

Nothing immediately happened, yet the sky dimmed for miles around even though nothing visibly obscured the sky as if the sunlight itself had lost potency. If anyone had any sort of danger sense, however, it would've been ringing wildly right at this moment.