[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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Fionn had never expected himself to be sharing a laugh with one of the frontrunners of the Midnight Hunt...and yet, now it had happened. [color=#008b8b]"If you think that's funny, just wait until you see how this ends!"[/color] Blade twirled around blade, small testing beats trying to determine if either combatant was getting too relaxed, lightening up their guard just a little too much. The Falconer's blade twirled around one last time, the faintest shift in the angle being all the warning Fionn had as it tightened its grip to push in for the thrust.

He whirled his blade under again, this time displacing the thrust high as the alien being lunged forwards. As the beast had expected; the glinting claws came for him as they came in close, pressed in almost to a true grapple. Fionn, however, was not yet keen to test his mail against the Falconer's second weapon. He stepped far to his left, quickly beyond the swipe of the claws. His blade, raised over his head, drooped, the rapier's edge sliding off as he turned.

His left hand came free, grabbing at the fae monster's upper arm. The end of his hilt came over its wrist, hooking the joint of its sword arm between his own wrist and the handle of his sword. And as he completed his turn, he pulled, [i]hard,[/i] aiming to snap the creature's arm across his own body.