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There! <span class="mu-i">There!</span>. You hear that woos, the soft whiffle-pop, the slow groan of timber? The fire has it now, the Empyreal's Embrace. The High Eye will *feast*
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The stern Slicerat facing down Butcher pushes to his feet, squares his guard, brings ups hands, fakes a jab in competent style that Butcher voids and then - a shadow passes, a foot on his shoulder, knocking him to the ground again as it pushes of and off and higher and steps on the war memorial of Firewatcher Ikotovo of the 17th Legion, looking a little long-faced and weather-worn. The Shadow rolls across the roof-top, grabs a groaning and nigh unconscious Slicerat as it does and hurls it below before springing to its feet and flinging steel at Circus - but comes up just short, mis-aligned because of the sheer movement. And then, ducking into the smoke, the Moth-Rat... Disappears! ! !
Klaunn was not so lucky. That stung!
Sal, Fourth Dusk and Amicus shake off the Slicerat. With the three of them, it's no great impediment, although Fourth Dusk did take the worst of it - and standing on top of another Slice Rat that Klaunn had thrown down earlier made it no easier.
Look, okay, I'll grab that the <span class="mu-i">excessive</span> focus that boxing has on proper guarded stance and footwork might have helped you out here, Dusk. I grant that maybe it being such a technically defensive art allows it some small modicum of competence in denying the worlds various ills. Shrugging off a falling body will standing on top of another body *is* ... mildly impressive, I guess.
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A slice rat facing down Mock, Tier, Slip, Leone (woozily on their feet again) throws a quick kick but it's a distraction that they use to spin around and try to scrabble up the wall. Out of breath from Tier's throat-punch, it takes them two tries, and they come to a half-wheezing miniature pause a few steps away from the ledge itself. Just... just need a second... just gotta.. phew...
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I think...
I think we may be in the clear?
Look aorund. Scan the ground. Any more of those moth-cloaked and purple-stained placid gentlemen and ladies of the discerning blade? I want Abnegation on our team, not as a way of life.
Spiders, Man?! and Pugiliste, steady over there.
I think... I think we got it?
Oh - wait!
Circus! Sense Crit! There! On the roof! In the smoke! It's TRYING TO GET AWAY!
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