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The jolly man's attack had fallen short of it's mark, leaving him open for a counter attack. He was surprisingly nimble enough to dodge the first forward stab to his stomach, but the second slash caught him. The final spin and slam the burly man was able to block with the metal handle of his heavy battle axe.
He took a few steps back, resting the pommel of his weapon on the ground to stand it up. In-between the fresh cut of his coat from Artos' earlier slash the slight glimmer of chain mail could be seen. The armor kept him safe from slash type attacks on his center mass, but the force behind his attack seemed to have bent or broken a few of the rungs. "Hm, what you did is not important. What is important is that I will never forgive you."
The snow seemed to be building up in the area which the two champions of the north were doing battle. It now left a light blanket of snow on the ground, slowly building up as time passed.
With a determined look, the red crusader swung his axe while standing at the ground, uplifting a good portion of the fresh snow into the air. He then let out a mighty billow of air from his mouth, blowing the debris of frost at Artos. The breath spell would create the effect of a blizzard in a short area to obscure vision. Shortly after he began to hurl sharp chunks of ice at Artos while snow displacement still resides upon the area.
After the third throw the icey man suddenly dashed to Artos. He used the cover of the snow to try to surprise him after the earlier barrage of ice. The snow veil let up directly afterwards, seemingly blown away from the burly man's rushdown. Now dangerously close, he swung his axe at an angle at Artos this time.
The Kringle
The jolly man's attack had fallen short of it's mark, leaving him open for a counter attack. He was surprisingly nimble enough to dodge the first forward stab to his stomach, but the second slash caught him. The final spin and slam the burly man was able to block with the metal handle of his heavy battle axe.
He took a few steps back, resting the pommel of his weapon on the ground to stand it up. In-between the fresh cut of his coat from Artos' earlier slash the slight glimmer of chain mail could be seen. The armor kept him safe from slash type attacks on his center mass, but the force behind his attack seemed to have bent or broken a few of the rungs. "Hm, what you did is not important. What is important is that I will never forgive you."
The snow seemed to be building up in the area which the two champions of the north were doing battle. It now left a light blanket of snow on the ground, slowly building up as time passed.
With a determined look, the red crusader swung his axe while standing at the ground, uplifting a good portion of the fresh snow into the air. He then let out a mighty billow of air from his mouth, blowing the debris of frost at Artos. The breath spell would create the effect of a blizzard in a short area to obscure vision. Shortly after he began to hurl sharp chunks of ice at Artos while snow displacement still resides upon the area.
After the third throw the icey man suddenly dashed to Artos. He used the cover of the snow to try to surprise him after the earlier barrage of ice. The snow veil let up directly afterwards, seemingly blown away from the burly man's rushdown. Now dangerously close, he swung his axe at an angle at Artos this time.