[With an icy gaze and an equally unpleasant tone, van Zieks adjusts his grip on his blade, other hand grasping a handful of his own cloak. With the intruder's unpredictable magic having landed a blow, he's not certain it's wise to hold back, even if he finds his own other abilities unpleasant to conjure. But for the sake of the peace in this place...]
So be it.
[He pulls his cape off of his shoulders, casting the heavy cloth behind him where it swirls and changes into a much larger, darker shape that ends up towering over the both of them where it floats: a Grim Reaper, with two barely-visible points under its hood for eyes and a scythe of ice crystallizing in its ghastly hands. It brings its blue-white blade down to stop the charging horn, and underneath the misty form, Barok is still ready to follow up for whatever effect the attack may have, keeping an eye on those shadows as best he can.]
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[With an icy gaze and an equally unpleasant tone, van Zieks adjusts his grip on his blade, other hand grasping a handful of his own cloak. With the intruder's unpredictable magic having landed a blow, he's not certain it's wise to hold back, even if he finds his own other abilities unpleasant to conjure. But for the sake of the peace in this place...]
So be it.
[He pulls his cape off of his shoulders, casting the heavy cloth behind him where it swirls and changes into a much larger, darker shape that ends up towering over the both of them where it floats: a Grim Reaper, with two barely-visible points under its hood for eyes and a scythe of ice crystallizing in its ghastly hands. It brings its blue-white blade down to stop the charging horn, and underneath the misty form, Barok is still ready to follow up for whatever effect the attack may have, keeping an eye on those shadows as best he can.]