Channelknight Fadran

With a yell of conviction, Fadran rams his Channelblade into Jaxevist's chest, the powers of a god siphoning strength into his blow. Jaxevist's blade cuts deep into Fadran's arm, but nothing can stop him from his sheer willpower to protect his friends.

When Jaxevist appears on the field beside him, Fadran jumps, but then realizes that the holed isn't attacking him. "You're free now?" Fadran asks.

"Thanks, Truth." Fadran replies. "@Enter a username, we need that spaceship."

Fadran blinks, but doesn't question it. He keeps running.

If you have no love for Avatar here, then you are banished.

"T!" Fadran calls. "Now is no time for heroics! Come on!" He begins running through the benches.

You get procrastination! *Inserts friends*

"I'm working on that. @Enter a username, is your spaceship ready?"

Fadran grabs Kindness. He's not sure if she would appreciate it, but it seemed a better option then letting the crazy edgelord take her. "Kindness doesn't belong to anybody."

Taking the distraction in stride, Fadran grabs Queen's arm (I'm assuming she's not super coherent right now), gesturing to Kindness to come to him. "We need to go! Enter, get that spaceship thingy!"

Fadran closes his eyes, seeking the power siphoned from Icona to him. He had never felt so... divine. He felt at his Bond to Kindness, calling to her Spirit. Then, with a cry of anger, he shatters the energy cage. The power within him darkened, but wasn't lost.

RELEASE KINDNESS!!! The gods of the macrosmos yell. NOW!!!

*Rants off with every Cosmere book in the world* I didn't. I saw it. I just chose not to react.

*Is inferior* Shorts, T-shirts, yeah. No nerdy slogans (dear gosh, I wish I had a Zelda shirt)...

As the power washed over him, he gasped. The pain was still there, but his strength had returned. Queen. His mind decided to think. What did she just do? He took one breath, then another. Each one shook him and shot pain through his body, but he took them anyways. Clear you mind. Icona reminded him. Remember, there must be no thoughts from the outside. The basics of Arcana; he remembered them well. Clearing his mind of the pain, he stretched out his fingers, summoning his Channelblade. The connection was weak, but real. Then, with a push of mental willpower, the blade shot into his hands, and he gasped as its power began fixing the bones that had apparently been broken. With another pained breath, he forced himself to his feet, leaning on his Channelblade and clutching his arm. "I'm not dead... yet." He managed. Seeing this, Fadran wasted no time. He pulled himself with a Spirit Bond to gravity into the viewing area, landing beside Queen. With a frustrated determination, he tore off his goldminds and placed them on Queen. He placed his hand on her arm, trying to siphon his own Health compounds into her, but came up naught. The damage was not physical, but mental; from her soul, even. There was nothing his magic, as mortal as he was, could do. His sword began to pulse with light. Icona? He asks. I can help her. Icona replies. I can... save her. You know I can. But that would-- Fadran swallows, Icona, there's another way-- None that leave both you and her alive. Icona says with conviction. The Iconar Collective had been without a Prime Deity for a thousand years; they'll get over it. I won't get over it! Storms, Icona, I'm not trading friends. My Spirit will live on. Icona replies. In you and this motley, ragtag, hopeless mishmash of loosely related entities. Fadran sniffed, then nodded. Alright, then. He placed a finger on Queen's head, and then his Channelblade in her hand. Answer me one thing before I go. Icona said. Was I... a good god? The best. Icona understood this, and with a deep breath of his own, emptied his Divinity into Queen. She started breathing, Tchanta moving again, as the Channelblade opened her soul to the powers of a god. At the same time, Icona's powers began to filter into everyone else, shattering the enthrallment on Eric, and healing Fadran's wounds from the duel. One thing before I'm gone. Icona called. No breaking the fourth-- His voice was cut off, and the Prime Deity of the Iconar Collective was no more.

Halax casually fires a coin underneath the sword. It doesn't change anything, but it does get the coin cut in half as Hoppil cuts the executioner's arm.

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