>>5591102>>5591108>>5591120>>5591121>>5591138>>5591252>Spin.>To.>WIN.You kick your legs into the metal beneath and grind your teeth into the blade–your body and the blade now in tandem one weapon, the ligatures in your legs so tense they threaten to tear through your flesh. You concentrate your anger on one infinitesimal point on the ground and kick your legs about it.
You spin–blade and fang and claw all together, a maelstrom of sharp points and black that flings your gut against the walls of your body and turns your brain upside down. The wind whistles through the wounds in your body as you revolve–once, twice, four times, eight times–and then pull back, careful not to fall over.
You release a pant as you steady yourself. The air hangs still and silent. And then the metallic scent of blood, the sound of plates.. it all clatters down to the ground, crumpled, dented, and hacked apart. You’ve taken apart the IRON MAIDEN..?
>Hack at the armor a few times more for good measure.>Perform a perfunctory victory howl.>Back out of Morne. It’s time for celebratory fanfare over the corpse of his sister.>Write-In. 