<Snipped quote by Memory>
In fighting a thousand Svens, it really seems like you’ve learned little.
*The aura projection twists around, then jumps several feet in the air before splashing into the ground, spreading at first like a liquid but quickly igniting*
*A spiritual force that isn't my own projects from my body in the midst from the flames*
<Snipped quote by Memory>
Indeed.
*My form dissipates and reforms, still slightly wounded yet recovering quickly.*
<Snipped quote by Legend>
*Coughs*
What the hell are you talking about.
*I look between the metal and The Legend*
*The blood runs down the length of my blade, slowly purifying into water as my own wound is filled by the buzz of colorful sparks*
<Snipped quote by Memory>
*catches the blade before it reaches my neck, and I aim the beam at your arm*
*It blows my arm off while I use the other to claw into your neck*