Channelknight Fadran

Fadran jumps out of the way, slicing at Jaxevist to keep him at an arm's length. Do you have a plan? Icona asks. No. Fadran replies

Fadran swings his sword redundantly, smashing the wall into individual chunks of earth. As the chunks fly at him, he grabs one of the larger pieces, letting it carry him away from Jaxevist. Before hitting the wall, he dropped off and slid a few inches back, the hail of earthen debris smashing into the mirrors behind him. Not breaking stride, he dashes back at the holed, leaping before reaching him and Forging a Spirit Bond to gravity. He soars, somersaulting to cut Jaxevist through the head with his Channelblade, through the air. He hits the ground on three limbs, right hand holding his sword aloft, now stained with holed blood.

Fadran smacks his hand into the shield, then with a yell shatters it. What? Icona asked. What was... that? Fadran hesitates for a second. I'm... not sure. I wasn't aware that... hmm.

FIRE! SHUTTIT!! Fadran Forges another Spirit Bond to the flame shot from the holed, usurping Jaxevist's control. With a spin, he pulls the fire around and launches it back at the holed. Falling in with his momentum, he swings his sword at Jaxevist's head, sliding his foot and shooting earthen spikes from the ground.

Fadran deflects the blade, then hurls the ball of flame at the holed.

He's over you! Icona warns. Yeah, working on it. Fadran jumps backwards.

So is this the official "post the stuff you play on piano" thread?

PIANO!!!

A... cool homie man?

"We can do that after we snipe some executioners. And if it turns into a scuffle, we'll break down doors and burn windows in the process of sniping some executioners!"

Why must you leave us?

HOLYICONASINCEWHENWASHESOINTIMIDATING??? Icona screamed. DIDYOUSERIOUSLYTAKEYOUROWNNAMEINVAIN??? Fadran replied, holding his ground. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Icona demanded. HE'S COMING RIGHT FOR YOU!!! STOP SCREAMING IN CAPS LOCK!!! Fadran exclaims. Just... calm down. I got this. He takes a deep breath, waiting. Each step shakes the floor, bringing the holed closer and closer, until Jaxevist is nearly on top of him. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??? With an unvoluntary grunt, Fadran pushes the earth from the floor, creating a massive wall between him and the holed. The stone strains against his command, but is ultimately unsuccessful in defeating the will of a Highmaster Arcane Mage. Then, Fadran summons a fireball, letting it hover a few inches above his hand, hot and ready to be thrown at Jaxevist.

"I won't." He mutters, more to himself than Jek.

Fadran waits with anticipation for Jaxevist to attack. @xinoehp512

Then why is it... scarlet fox?

The storms is going on right now?

What's the plan? Icona asked. Plan? Fadran asked in return. You think I have a plan? I'm just winging this! Defensive, offensive? Icona muses. Come on. You led a battalion with that one guy! You should have some tactics knowledge in that overly thick noggin of yours! On a hundred-soldier scale! Fadran replies. Not one-on-one. Whatever, just... quiet. I'll take care of this. With a deep breath through the nose, he Forges a Spirit Bond to the earthen floor in front of him (I'm assuming it's earth; you didn't specify). He falls into a stance, holding his Channelblade before him. "This is for you, guys." He says to no one in particular.