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Well that hadn’t been expected. Perhaps if Asher had been paying a bit more attention to his surroundings he’d have noticed the impending attack but the fiery berserker was far too lost in his emotions to look further than his next immediate action. So of course when the massive shadow whale attempted to take a chunk out of him Asher was a little taken aback, if it hadn’t been for the last vestiges of his shield taking a brunt of the attack he’d likely have been rendered with more than a few new scars. As it were, the whale managed to shatter through the remnants of the shield to impart him with a new row of punctures around his shoulder front to back. Asher could only imagine what would have happened next if his blink hadn’t already fired off and pulled him from the creature's jaws.

Landing off target and a little winded, Asher dropped to one knee momentarily, taking a second to re-orient himself. His intention had been to make contact with the swordsman outright, like how he’d blasted into Bobo back at the church. Of course the whale and its owner had other plans that they’d attempted to carry out and although Asher had managed to slip away his aim had definitely suffered, but regardless Asher had little time to spare to make a move. Asher looked on from his landing point where a short distance away Raphael and Penumbra’s duel carried on.

The fight hadn’t changed much over the past few seconds. Raphael had yet to actually hit his opponent, but not for lack of trying. He kept his club close to him, with one hand on the center of his cross and another at the handle. One of the reasons a spear was so nimble was not only because of its light weight, but because of its length and how spread apart the welder's arms were. By holding his club like this, Raphael could swing faster than before. He came down on his assassin, then stepped in to throw the butt of his club into her face, but they were all deflected. Raphael raised his club over his head to deflect an incoming blow, and his next swing passed right through his opponent like it had before. With a groan, he tumbled away from a blow he knew was coming, and reset himself for the next exchange. 

But as soon as he found his footing, she was upon him again. An aggressive barrage of strikes that pinned Raphael on his back heel came out. He growled as the blows came, but he could do nothing but endure them. Unless…

Asher chose that moment to lunge forward in an effort to intercept a downward slash thrown by Penumbra. Throwing his arms up high and crossing them probably wasn’t the best way to block a sword strike and the inevitable bite of the blade into his arm confirmed this suspicion. Asher howled in pain but grit his teeth in determination as the fire boiling within stoked to live once more. Using his less damaged arm Asher quickly made an attempt to grab the blade buried in his other arm as a means of trapping the swordsman.

[color=92278f]“Better be a bonus included for all this extra nonsense.”[/color] he growled back towards Raphael before focusing on Penumbra, [color=92278f]“Time to BURN!”[/color] He roared, releasing the pent up fires within him as a blast of superheated fire radiating out from him like the collapse of a star.

[b][i]”Stubborn fuck.”[/i][/b] Penumbra cursed under her breath as soon as she realized her sword had sliced through the wrong person. She tried to tug it back out only for him to grab a hold of it too. Asher made his intentions clear enough for her to know, but there was no way she’d be able to get out of the way in time to counter it without getting hurt. No other choice. But she wasn’t gonna take it without giving something back in return.

Dead Head’s melody set Penumbra ablaze, causing her to cry out in pain, but she managed through it to focus her own melody into her weapon and cleave the rest of his arm off (and hopefully force his free hand off too). In the second after she was freed, she turned back into a wisp and fled a distance away to heal. Despite the temporary form change the effects of Asher’s melody were still apparent, with the flames burning into the darkness.

Dead Head knew he was taking a risk when he’d chosen to charge in as he had, that didn’t stop the shock and anger that set in as his severed arm went flying away from the force. It had taken every ounce of will he had to make himself let go with his good hand otherwise he’d have likely been down an arm and a set of fingers. As it were, Dead Head dropped to his knees as the inferno radiated from him and Penumbra made her slightly singed retreat.

[color=92278f]“FUUUUCK- You [b]bitch![/b] My fucking arm! I’ll make you pay for that…”[/color] Dead Head wanted to continue, wanted to charge after her immediately and pay her in kind but for once reason won out. [color=92278f]“Raphael go!”[/color] he growled as he pushed himself to his feet, severed stump held close whilst Hatred hung from his single good arm. There was a gleam in his eye that dared any to step up and try him, Dead Head was down an arm but he hadn’t lost a bit of attitude.


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32 | Male | Freelancer | Dead Head
Hatred | Long Gun | Physical | Dragons Breath
Rage | Fire | Flames of Retribution
[Ignite, Fervor] Damage X, Damage, AoE, Puddle, Sky Call, Powerful, Scatter, Shield, Blink, Full Extend, Purify, Restrain
DAMAGE: A | SPEED: B | SENTINEL: E  | Max Mana 1000

[Gold Self][Fervor] -32

[Gold Self][AoE][If Foe][Ignite][Damage X][Quicken] -192


PHYSICAL:E | ARCANE:C  | CHAOS:D  | Prior Mana 352 | Current Mana 128
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[Gold touch][Damage X][Piercing]

[Multi-Cast][Gold Self][Intangible][Stabilize][Heal]
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