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[centre][color=6ecff6][b]Artos Bane[/b][/color][/centre] 


There was no way for him to block or deflect the full force of the incoming axe swing, Artos realizing the moment kringle plowed through his attack that the man wasn't afraid of pain or death. Throwing himself to the side at the last second saved him from being cleaved in half but the blade of the axe clipped his shoulder guard with enough force to stumble him back, the sheer power of the swing broke the straps holding his pauldron on and sent it clattering to the side as the axes edge drew a thin line of blood across his shoulder. Artos felt the blow and braced as best he could, ice forming across his feet to stop him from flying off. 
Artos' drew the sister longsword and went on a heavy offensive, left and right, jabs, feints, routines meant to keep the opponent on their heels as the agile swordsman gained more and more momentum to increase the speed and power of each swing. Despite the building intensity his attacks were accurate, aimed at the thighs and the neck like a snapping viper they came. Both blades went into a spin behind his back and came up connected at the hilts as a double sided staff. Planted firmly in the pavement Artos went into the air and kicked with both feet at Kringles chest, using the force to leap back into a crouch with his left hand on the ground, connected blades behind his back. 

Forward he came in full sprint, every step put up more and more snow, the sound of rushing water becoming very audible. Under the cover of snow flowed the sacred water along the blade and froze it outwards to double the stabbing range of his blades. Snapping them at the hilts Artos returned to pressure the big man with a double thrust to the chest but pulled up short expecting a block, instead retracting both and pivoting for another spinning slash at the midsection, ending the spin just as the blades passed to the far right and performing yet another double thrust. 
If the big man wanted to play he would get the game of a lifetime.

One lifetime, to be exact.