originally posted in:The Roleplay League
[b]He blasts you back with a storm caller-style melee, originating from his gauntlets[/b]
[i]You dare try and kill me?
Fool[/i]
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Rathiks grunts harshly in his mask as that gauntlet smashes into his shield. It blossoms into azure light, which shines across the bridge brilliantly. There's something bad about attacking an Elder Captain that's taken over a Baron's ship, though: he's taken the lion's share of Eliksni war gear. The shield holds, despite the fountain of color streaming away from where the lightning struck, and the sabre whistles again in Kraxian's direction.
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[b]It's met by two shock swords, and the smaller captain uses his speed to launch a flurry of attacks on you[/b]
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[spoiler]I thought he was holding a shrapnel launcher?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Four arms, two grab the sword other two drop the gun[/spoiler]
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The flurry of blows drives Rathiks back a step, and then two. His other hands grasp for the hilts of his other blades, and they come whistling out from their sheathes. He pushes forward again, stabbing at Kraxian's chest with his duel shock daggers while his sabres parry and engage the Wolf's blades in a weave of silver and lightning.
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[b]He drains the swords energy, drops them, and creates lightning so fearsome, it overwhelms your shields and leaves you senseless[/b]