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The-Blades-slave:
Garlock
Smoke caught the powerful nose of Garlock, and he noticed a platform, old with age, on fire. He stepped onto a thick, gnarled branch, and with several steps he stood over the fire. He sniffed it, rubbing his hand through the dirt, the flying beast left no foot prints.
Garlock smash anyways.
He felt something singe his back, and grunted slightly in pain. Without turning around, Garlock began to clumsily climb a tall oak, careful to avoid fire.
Mr. Fox:
Krapfen:
The beast emerged and began to climb nearby tree, after sidestepping some residual fire from the attack. Krapfen took careful aim as the air around him began to grow heavy with highly charged Electric Ether; moments later a powerful bolt flew from the cloud and slammed into the tree. He quickly followed it up with multiple Flare Blasts, as soon as the initial barrage was finished he charged towards the overgrown cow in the tree, Krapfen wanted a quick and decisive fight... As he grew closer to the tree he raised the sharpened spines on his arms preparing for a counter attack.
The-Blades-slave:
Garlock
something was a miss, he could feel it. As he took another step, the tree trembled, causing him to fall, but he wasn't very high up. He hit the platform below him with a thud, the barrage of fire missing him. As he looked up, he noticed the astral charging him. On battle insinct alone he bellowed out.
Garlock crush!
Taking the totem off his back, he grabbed it by the mid section, and tried to slam the on coming astral with it!
Mr. Fox:
Krapfen:
As expected his standard battle cry tore through the air as it grabbed it's weapon of choice, a huge totem like thing; Krapfen was confused as to how that could be used as an effective weapon. He calculated at the speed the both of them were moving they would meet in about thirty seconds, he started to gather Ice Ether around him to slow himself down and give him a few moments more time to plan out his next move.
The second the ice wore off he shot straight at the cow at max speed, when he reached five seconds from initial clash he formed a barrier with the surrounding ether. He could feel the drain on the ether supply as the shield formed; reminding him why he so rarely used it for this purpose. He braced for the impact of the weapon on his shield, the spikes on his arms grew in size, awaiting their moment...
The-Blades-slave:
Garlock
Garlock could not break the barrier, a few cracks formed around it, but he could not break the barrier. He knew enough, and that this fight would be tough. With surprising agility, Garlock whirled the totem around, spinning at an angle wee the blow would clock the astral upside the head.
Garlock smash you!
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