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🗡️ Dαɳƚҽ ([personal profile] carvemyname) wrote2023-03-24 07:56 pm
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superstylishsquid: (The weak shall give their hearts...)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
He waves one of his swords, sending a gust of wind toward the flames...though it could be more accurately described as a miniature tornado, tearing up the already damaged railings of the stairs and sending loose objects flying as it attempts to blow the fire aside.
superstylishsquid: (The weak shall give their hearts...)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
He growls, red eyes flaring brighter as he increases the force behind the wind, but even so...he knows he's going to lose this contest. He'll just have to try something else. That's his thought as he pulls back his conjured sword and flings it through the flame, both wind and his own magical control serving to propel it toward its target.
superstylishsquid: (The weak shall give their hearts...)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-26 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well...this guy must be tough too, if he didn't even flinch. All that leaves as an option is to dodge the flames. He drops down to the base of the stairs, floor cracking under the impact of his hooves. Under other circumstances, he might note how nice it feels to have hooves again, but right now he can't afford to think about anything but the fight.

More balls of lightning appear in the air, forming a floating minefield between him and Redgrave. Simultaneously, more blades appear in flashes of light and shoot forward, aiming to make a pincushion of the other devil.

"Don't worry, that was just a taste."