[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@Crimson Paladin] [@Psyker Landshark] [@HereComesTheSnow]
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[color=#008b8b]"Don't get [i]too[/i] comfortable with that, now,"[/color] Fionn muttered just after Renar finished speaking. He'd been about to suggest a plan of attack himself, but between the interruption and Renar's peremptory [i]tone,[/i] whatever it was had quickly left his mind. At least Renar knew what each of them were best at in this sort of scenario. [color=#008b8b]"Shame we don't get double pay for this."[/color]

Not that they were actually risking their lives this time.

Renar and Gerard sprinted forwards, driving into the Talderian knights like a nail in a board. Fionn fell in next to Fleuri, mumbling some half-recognizable words as he ran his hand along the blade of his sword. [color=#008b8b][i]"Nu, wird grōz,"[/i][/color] he finished, mana flowing as unmistakably into the sword as it came flying in the form of fire out of Gertrude's broom. Green light eneveloped the weapon, the longsword remaining at its core as it shaped itself into a great two-handed blade of a size with Fleuri's own. Fionn felt his own grasp pushed slightly wider to accomodate the larger hilt of the weapon, his free hand grasping near the ephemeral pommel to control the suddenly increased weight.

'A useful trick,' Erich had basically described it as. Forming a greatsword out of the ether in case a normal blade wouldn't be enough, the energies making it up anchored to the actual sword. Less to focus on to try and maintain it; good enough for Fionn, as trying to consider just how a blade made of little more than light and energy could have such real-feeling weight and cutting ability was beyond his understanding of magical theory. [color=#008b8b]"Change of plans,"[/color] he grunted to the taller knight off to his left, rushing forwards with his blade held low and back. [color=#008b8b]"Split around Renar. Wedge formation, Gerard will keep them from breaking our center!"[/color]

As Gerard moved to either stab or tackle the knight that had slipped around behind Renar, Fionn came off to the other side; a swift rising cut colliding with the blade of another Talderian and sending it wide off its target in a cutting parry. Unwilling to sacrifice any energy whatsoever, Fionn let the momentum carry the tip of his blade up and round, loosely guiding it with his hands around into a crushing overhand blow aimed just above the Talderian's left ear within the blink of an eye.

Helmet or no, that much force being transferred would still leave the one suffering it crippled or killed—and with no edge to worry about damaging but all the weight and strength behind the strike as though it was a true greatsword, Fionn had no qualms about aiming at the hard targets.