[The 'old man' bit causes a weary expression over his already exhausted features grumbling under his breath as the other begins to dash back and forth slicing up their target with relative ease. Their affinity of magic has made short order of cutting their foe up nicely one of its arms almost seemingly dissipates from the intense heat of the others blade melting the ice giant's limb before their very eyes, Ketheric thoroughly impressed despite her unprovoked ill manners.
It would appear her impressive abilities have invoked its wraith as it regains its footings and turns its attention fully on the fiery blade wielder, swinging in wild succession with its singular good arm it tries its best to wallop on her to no avail. With such speed the lumbering creature could not keep up leaving it completely distracted and vulnerable for the chosen of Myrkul to strike himself. Eyes begin to glow a ghostly shade of green as he extends his newly acquired weapon, an eerie green mist now surrounding the head of the fearsome war hammer crackling surges of lightning as he rushed forward with his remaining willpower mustered up to use Thunderous Smite. Upon impact of smashing the giant in its back a large chunk of its rocky frame breaks loose as it stumbles forward onto its face knocked prone from the sheer velocity of the force as a roar of thunder can be heard from miles away.]
Now is the time to strike! Be quick about it lest your elders get the best of you, girl.
[A jab in return for he'd learned a thing or two by now about 'playful banter' after listening to Gortash ramble on and on aimlessly for hours on end if left unattended.]
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It would appear her impressive abilities have invoked its wraith as it regains its footings and turns its attention fully on the fiery blade wielder, swinging in wild succession with its singular good arm it tries its best to wallop on her to no avail. With such speed the lumbering creature could not keep up leaving it completely distracted and vulnerable for the chosen of Myrkul to strike himself. Eyes begin to glow a ghostly shade of green as he extends his newly acquired weapon, an eerie green mist now surrounding the head of the fearsome war hammer crackling surges of lightning as he rushed forward with his remaining willpower mustered up to use Thunderous Smite. Upon impact of smashing the giant in its back a large chunk of its rocky frame breaks loose as it stumbles forward onto its face knocked prone from the sheer velocity of the force as a roar of thunder can be heard from miles away.]
Now is the time to strike! Be quick about it lest your elders get the best of you, girl.
[A jab in return for he'd learned a thing or two by now about 'playful banter' after listening to Gortash ramble on and on aimlessly for hours on end if left unattended.]