"Believe me, I do not doubt what the outcome will be."
*Fenrir's suit pumps him full of adrenaline increasing his speed and strength. He jumps...at the horde of demons Nightmare just summoned, ready to slam Ragnarok on the masses and hopefully take out Locust in one fell swoop. He releases everything he has, an explosion of blue Holy Fire incinerating the Fear mongers, their own body heat and life force being used to repower Ragnarok. His sword fully recharged and the legions dealt with, he surveys the area for any sign of Locust, ready for anything.*
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[b]He can sense a presence behind him and something very sharp and hot pokes his back[/b]
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*His suit powered exponentially by the new energy fed to it by the blade, he spins and deflects the blade, allowing the blade to carry itself with momentum as he swings at Locust. His voice monitor activates.* "If you could have left and betrayed us at anytime, why not just do it on the Avalon and eliminate the Fireteam?!"
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[b][i]"I have plans"[/i][/b] [i]He blocks and counters with an uppercut[/i]
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*Fenrir rolls.* "What power would you gain from the crystal?!" *He asks this as he slashes to the right, then propels himself back to recover security.* "Is that your play, or is it something else entirely evil?"
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[b][i]"Why would I tell you?"[/i][/b]
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"You're feeling charitable?!" *Fenrir slashes at the air, releasing a wave of Holy Fire towards Locust.*
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[i]He simply teleports behind him abs stabs at his back[/i]
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"F*cking teleporting." *Fenrir spins to the left, deflecting the attack with gauntlet, grabs Locust's wrist, as the momentum of the stab pulls him forward, then swings his sword one-handed towards him.*
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Edited by Nox: 1/15/2016 7:13:03 AM[i]He grabs the sword with a hand and pulls[/i]
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*Fenrir uses the sword lock to try to head-but Locust.*
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[i]He gladly headbutts back, his helmet ramming into his head[/i]
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*After the head-but, Fenrir pulls himself violently towards Locust, drop-kicking him. The impact forces both to release each other's swords.*
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[i]He backs away [/i]
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*Fenrir begins to use Holy Fire in each swing of his sword, both as an offensive weapon and a propellant to boost the swing of his blade.*
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[i]He keeps blocking and countering[/i]
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*Fenrir, realizing that this would keep going forever if he didn't do something, knocks Locust's sword to the right, leaving him open. However, he does not stab, but dives in, head locking Locust and slams Ragnarok upon the earth, releasing its full power. For a second, a new star of Holy Fire is born, then extinguished. His suit desperately attempting to keep him alive, he glances around, noting Locusts disappearance.* "Be he ash now?"
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[i]He silently stands behind him and stabs through his chest[/i]
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"F*CK!" *He pulls the swirl through then grabs Locust by the arm once again, throwing him to the ashen earth. He reaches back and pulls the out of his chest. Stands there for a moment. Then brings Ragnarok down in a stabbing motion on the fallen man.* [spoiler]Last post for a few days.[/spoiler]
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[i]He just lays there[/i] [b][i]"Weaknesses are a beautiful thing"[/i][/b]
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[spoiler]Got some free time before I leave. Also, Shephard has joined you?[/spoiler] *Fenrir stabs him in the chest, his blade easily stabbing through the heart and lungs of Locust. While he has him impaled, he uses another Holy Nova.* "BURN, D*MN YOU!"
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[i]He doesn't budge and instead slowly walk towards him, making the sword go deeper and he has a sick smile on his face[/i] [spoiler]yep[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Well f*ck.[/spoiler] "Meh. Lurtz did it better." *Fenrir places his hand on Locusts face, the holy rune he had engraved onto it, a rune he spent months searching for in ancient texts and obscure spell books, a rune specifically made to destroy Locust.* "Never trusted you. You wouldn't believe what I did to find this. Actually, thinking on it, you probably would. The right hand has Nightmares, but I doubt it will affect him while he has that crystal."
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[b][i]"I'm not from here"[/i][/b] [i]He grabs his wrist and starts to squash it into a bloody pulp[/i]
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"What the Hell does that mean!" *Fenrir grabs the previously discarded sword of Locust, and slices off his hand.*
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[i]His sword disappears before it touches him and it reappears in his hands[/i]