Schradinger

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As Adrian twisted in the air to avoid the stab, Arthur took the time to curl the chain attached to him around his left forearm and take it in a firm grip with his left hand, then anchor himself to the stone beneath his feet. With his own superhuman strength and several tons worth of footing working in his favor, it was a simple matter to turn Adrian's attempted throw against itself, and instead pull the other man forcefully closer. Close enough to aim a diagonal upward slash at the man that would hopefully cleave him from left hip to right shoulder as he was pulled into it.

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While the flames did little in the way of actual damage, only managing a burn on Arthur's left forearm, they did serve as a suitable distraction, hiding the oncoming chains from Arthur's senses as he ducked beneath a particularly potent swath of fire. His first indication of the chains presence was the thud as one drove into the rock behind him, sailing through the space his right bicep had occupied only moments ago. The sound was followed by three more of the same ilk, then a stinging warmth in his right shoulder as a fourth connected with his flesh. Immediately, he felt the tug from the other end and looked up to find Adrian hauling himself forward, using the chains as a means of propulsion as much as his wings. His great maul was being drawn back to deliver a powerful blow, and the expression on his face left little doubt as to the desired outcome of the attack.

Arthur waited, biding his time as his opponent inched closer in his hyper-accelerated vision, then rushed forward enough that the mace would pass harmlessly through the air above him and thrust his sword straight up into the space where Adrian's heart would be, ignoring the chain latched onto his arm and shoulder for the time being.

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I should be soon as well.

Are you going to post Lalliman, or should I assume my attack was successful and go ahead?

Edit: Nevermind. Lol.

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Krix, wearing a tan leather vest of fine make and common model over his usually bare torso and pants to match, leaned heavily on the guardrail surrounding the arena pit as he watched the match below, keen eyes drinking in every detail as the two opponents clashed. The smaller one was fast, to be sure, fast enough even to blur his weapon's movements to the blacksmith's keen eyes. Not a feat easily accomplished. He huffed in disappointment when the larger creature felt it necessary to call upon a boon from his patron, surely such a warrior could fight his own battles, could he not? Then he raised his eyebrows slightly in admiration of the feats the creature espoused for gaining his power. Krix's own rise to prominence had followed a similar path and left many a warrior broken and defeated behind him. He knew what it was like to pay your way in blood, or whatever it was that oozed from the wound opened by the speedster's blade.

Of the two opponents, his assessment placed the greater threat in the hands, or perhaps appendages would be a better term, of the form-changing beast. While the fox had great speed, that alone would not be enough to overcome the blacksmith and a metal sword would be little threat to him in the end. It was the monster's magic and affinity for forming weaponry from his own body that would prove the greater threat. Speed and swords were known factors. They could be planned for and countered. It was the breadth of unknown threats in the larger combatants powers that concerned him the most.

A voice to one side caught his attention, and he turned briefly to discover its source, then turned again to regard the woman a second time immediately after. Was that not the girl that had just been vanquished only moments ago? He knew that the combatants here would not remain dead if that was a condition of their defeat, so it was not her presence that had surprised him. Rather, it was the fact that she seemed to be cheering for the warrior who had just slain her. Strange indeed...

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That would be Light.

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I added the history but haven't been able to think of anything for other just yet. Am I good to go?

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Done.

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Ah, fair point. I'll edit.

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He used her as a shield from the flames until he started moving, then threw her at Adrian as he ducked forward and beneath the flames. He would have had to pass through the fire briefly, but he would be moving fast enough that it wouldn't do damage beyond maybe a good tan. Like when you wave your hand through a candle flame.

And Drall, if Adrian had to dodge Evvie, Arthur and Gregor would already have passed each other by the time the chains formed.

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The twitching was certainly unexpected, but given his crouched position it would be all but impossible for her leg to actually make it under his body far enough to reach his groin. Instead, the spasming leg struck his left shoulder before she slumped on top of him, and when the wolf man leapt he used the body as a shield briefly before hurling it away and directly toward Adrian. As he did so, he leapt forward into a roll that would carry him underneath the airborne canine, bringing his sword up in an arc that would bisect him from snout to tail should he not manage a defense. The momentum of the roll would add power to the blow, and the sharpness of the crackling blade would allow the body to maintain nearly all of its momentum should the strike land true, resulting in the wolf and Arthur effectively trading places.