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[center][color=1b1464]Mithril Blackblood[/color]
[color=aba000]The Golden Sword[/color][/center]

[@liferusher][@Lucius Cypher][@ADamnFiddle]


Tanis sword came in with the expected ferocity, his concentration had been focused on simply retaliating to the onslaught being provided by Atisha and Maria as the worked to break down his defenses and score a telling blow. The wounds on his arm was evidence to their effectiveness in battle, but thankfully the sword would not allow the crippling strike to persist any longer than it needed to. Already it was channeling dark energies into the puppets body to speed up the regenerative process exponentially. That only left the one issue to deal with. 
Mithril again spun on his heels the moment the sword alerted him to the threat. His own rapier swept across and clipped the childs broadsword but did not manage to deflect it fully, receiving a shallow cut across his stomach as the blade scraped across his flesh and cut his clothes yet further. The young swordsman followed up with a series of slashes that, again, forced the would be killer back on his heels as he waited for his arm to be mended. Measuring the length of the girls sword against his own range, Mithril narrowly escaped being cleaved in two as she launched a strong uppercut with the sword. Deflecting it with one hand would have been impossible, suppression aura or not. As the blade passed within an inch of his metal mask and up over their head he struck back. 
Mithrils foot kicked hard into her chest to send her stumbling back against the edge of the roof, Daring to hope he had kicked her right off but intuition knew that wouldn't be the case. 

Three against one. A nibbling thought in the back of his mind warned that more opponents were starting to be drawn to this location. Drawn to the sound of steel on steel and the fire magic he had already unleashed. It was a split second decision born of something akin to desperation, but the sword knew it could not fend off 3 skilled warriors on the rooftops much longer. Not while he was forced to turn and protect his flank, only to open it up to another opponent. This way of fighting was unsustainable in his favor. 

The golden sword approved of its puppets choice. Rather than be swarmed and overtaken, Mithril dashed for the corner of the roof just as Tani slammed into it. Using her head as a springboard, the killer leapt across the alleyway below to land in a roll on the opposite building, as he rolled onto his feet the chant began. The words flowing out of his mind with unwavering focus as he prepared to use his strongest fire magic and incinerate the troublesome women. All he needed was a few seconds..