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[b][color=376877]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]Less than 750 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=376877]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]18/20 EXP[/i]
[b][color=376877]Location:[/color][/b] [i](The Under) Forsaken Land ➡ The Hive[/i]
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What fun, it seemed that the feral wasn't the only one to favor a special brand of verbal and even physical pun-ishment. Artorias could only handle so much, what with dealing with his own footing as well as the very real threat of becoming swarmed. 

Not even a moment of respite could be spared for the knight to groan, that which quickly became a yelp as the ground beneath his feet gave. "[color=376877]By my blade thy incessant nattering must stop![/color]" the Wolf Knight grumbled, landing on a yellow honeycomb that quickly began to dissolve eliciting another no less annoyed sigh.

Artorias snarled as he was quite irriated by Rumor's antics "[color=376877]Sh-SHUT THY MOUTH![/color]" the frustrated knight roared, aiming a wild swing at the pretender queen as she passed in bomber form as futile as it might have been to. He did however use the opportunity to stay on the move, deftly avoiding the oncoming bombs though only by a hair with his legs slightly encumbered by his greaves. 

He began a dance of sorts, swinging wide and moving in a silent rhythm. One, two, three, he swung and dodged to avoid the explosives. He wasn't getting anywhere, this was not a fight he could win if his enemy stayed out of reach. For the time it was a battle of attrition. 

Furthermore the knight, though he was an exceptional fighter and skilled swordsman was at a disadvantage with needing to balance his focus between the enemy and the platforms beneath him.