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[hr][color=gold]Ezekiel [@Helo], Scratch / Vallena [@Apex Sunburn], Callandra [@princess][/color][hr]


[h3][color=gold]The moment Retribution strikes, the hold erupts.
 
The blade crashes against Sparkler’s sickle with a burst of divine light, steel shattering the gloom. The force of Ezekiel’s swing drives through with impossible strength, splitting the air with a sound like a church bell struck at the hour of judgment. The sickle is wrenched sideways, sparks trailing behind as the red-hooded warrior staggers back, blood splashing hot across the deck. The paladin presses forward.
 
This is no dance…This is execution.

Sparkler’s massive form crumples to the ground with a sickening thud, his sickle transforming into a collection of shifting and slithering snakes and worms as the light leaves his soul. The wretched critters scatter about the hold in panic. 

[b]The warrior has been dealt with.[/b]

The turret whirs, rail lines glowing with spirals of arcane energy. Shards of jagged steel and broken gear fire through the air, a storm of metal closing in on the last assassin standing.

Furnace is forced to move.

A blast of debris rakes across his shoulder, flaring his cloak like a fire-struck banner. Another shot clips his leg, staggered but not stopping him. He turns sharply, eyes hidden behind a hood soaked in shadow and heat, and lifts his hands once more.

The runes carved into his forearms blaze to life. Not the elegant glow of typical spellwork, but a searing, erratic flare...lines etched deep and meant for war. The smoke that clings to his shoulders now coils tighter, wrapping around him like armor. Sparks dance across his palms.

He crouches low behind a collapsed cage, hand pressed to the scorched metal. With precise gestures, he begins to cast...not at the paladin, not at the elf, but at the turret. A ripple of pressure begins to build in the air, pulling heat from the steel, drawing sigils across the deck in glowing ember tones.

It’s not fire. It’s disruption.

A localized pulse...crafted to short circuits, unravel glyphs, and overload magic-bound tech. A countermeasure born of battlefield sorcery.

But it will take time, as the most dangerous magics do. 

One enemy left. Your move, friends. 
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