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[Thugren]

you dont notice it until its too late, the shelf to your left explodes and the clone slams into you, slamming you over the shelves and spitting in madness.

"KILL KILL!"

[Iron K]

Landing hard, but still managing to roll to his feet with the force of the fall. Realizing that the gun was lost somewhere after his short trip through the air, Skive pulled out his sword in his right hand, and tried to focus his powers to create a shield on his left.
"Hold on, I will kill you, just give me a minute or two!"

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 55 (55)

[Thugren]

the sheild is formed just in time as a heay metal scytheslams down hard on the sheild , almost shattering it.

"kill.....MUST KILL!"

he snarls, drawing back his weapo nand slamming it down again, shattering the sheild.

[Iron K]

Moving quickly, using the shattered shield as a distraction, Skive swung out with his sword in a mixture of desperation and anticipation.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 61 (61)

[Thugren]

your blade crunches deep into the mans shoulder and he howls in pain kicking you ahrd in the chest and sending yoyu tumbling head over heals into a wall of books.


"hurts....Huuuuuurts..."

he hisses, pilling the blade from his shoudler and advancing on you slowly

[Iron K]

Shuffling away the boos, Skive got to his feet, and spit the blood from his mouth.
"Oh, and getting kicked across the room doesn't hurt?" he said annoyed while wiping away the blood from his lips.

Taking of and running straight for his opponent, he aims to body slam him(or it) to the ground.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 21 (21)

[Thugren]

you tackle him but the maqn doesnt budge. he wraps both of his arms around your waist and lifts you off of your feet. With impossible strength he slams you through a shelf of books, sendibng you cluttering to the ground in a heap as the sound of gunfire outside stops suddenly.

[Iron K]

Coughing hard, Skive ponderously raised from the rubble, pain searing in every part of his body. Tasting nothing but blood, he spits at the floor.
"Okay. *cough* I'm starting to think that I will have to get serious..."

Stretching his arms wide, Skive amassed every bit of his powers. Then he violently struck his hands together, releasing it all!

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 21 (21)

[Armoured Priest]

bump to keep open

[Thugren]

it releases as a torrent, ice erupts from the ground, but in one move, a casual swing of his weapon, the clone smashes the ice into snoflakes.

Step, by ponderous step he advances, drawing a bloodstained blade from his hip

Döda män berättar inga sagor. Sömn, tala inte mer vekling. " He grumbles under his breath, kicking you over and placing his boot on your chest.

[Iron K]

Confusion grips Skive as he hears the words being spoken by the clone, but the pressure of the boot on his chest, and the sight of the bloodstained blade drove the confusion from his mind.

Gripping the clones leg with both his hands, he spoke through gritted teeth:
"Men jag är inte trött!"

Fueled by his fear, adrenaline, and impending death, he releases all the power he has left, all the power he can possibly muster, directly into his hands, and into the clone.

Spoiler

If this was football, this would be a "Hail Mary"...
1d100 rolled for a total of: 75 (75)

[Thugren]

the ice eruopts upward, ripping through the floor around you and the clone is lifted as hundreds of shards of ice lunge upward impaling him.

blood drips down onto your face, and an odd cold settles over you as you stare into the dying clones eyes until he goes limp

[Iron K]

For the longest minute Skive lay and watch the recently decides foe, feeling the blood running over his face. He sighs heavily.

"Helvete.. I did not want to have to do that. Förlåt.."

Painstakingly he managed to rise, searching for support against near objects. Reaching for his earpiece, he activates it and speaks out.

"Hello, is someone there..? Celsius? Anyone..?"

[Thugren]

Behind you the glass shatters and the armored bulk of Celsius comes into the room .

" you killed him... Well done. Are you ok comrade ?"

He asks as the slowly pull the clone off of the jagged spikes of ice.

[Iron K]

"I.. Yeah. I'll survive.." he answered absently, his thoughts still turning over the clones last words in his mind. Shaking his head as to clear the thoughts, he walked over to Celsius.
"Hows the situation outside?"

[Thugren]

celsius grunts.

"the undead are swarming....and i have a purgation strike inbound."

He lifts the body onto his shoulder and looks around.

"we need to get to the center of the town and check for survivors."

[Iron K]

Collecting himself, Skive looks over to Celisius.
"Purgation strike? Should we really be in the vicinity when that comes around?"

[Thugren]

a jarring explosion rings from the area you had come from and the walls shake. without missing a beat celsius ,eads you out of the building so you can see the flames raising into the sky.


"you can take the market or the town hall....Where would you like to go skive."

[Iron K]

Skive thinks for a moment before the turns to Celcius and replies:
"Well, I always meet interesting people at the market, so why not? But tell me, what's the plan after that?"

[Thugren]

"YOu die."

celsuius says jokingly as he pushjes open the door pointing toward the market.

"We have sensors indicating something big is in the town....Scream if it is trying to maul you"