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

The three contraptions whirred to life and circled the combatants, Artos mostly, but discipline prevented him from panicking over the sudden turn of events. Artos drove the blades as far in as he could, digging in his heels to push and felt the slow slicing of flesh in the blades wake. When the Kringle grunted and redoubled his efforts on the blades to prevent them reaching any further Artos knew there would be no time left. Calling upon his magic he willed the elongated blades of ice sticking into the Kringles chest to shatter, they wouldn't be able to go far without any driving force or space to go but they were all razor sharp and numerous. 

The bouncing betty contraptions exploded in a hail of metal balls flying at high velocity in a chaotic shower of destructive energy, multiple times he was struck in the chest, the ribs, his arms and legs, one such metal object struck him hard in the temple causing him to stumble and release his blades which fell into the snow as Artos dropped to one knee, both arms up about his head to try and weather the barrage.