[ Fortunately for Clive, he doesn't need the power of the Eikons to swing his sword: that's more than twenty years of training ingrained into every fiber of his being.
Invictus sings as he brings it to the fore, clashing with shriek of metal and pushing back against the axe. Clive isn't satisfied being on the back foot, though--he advances, slashing and jabbing with a sword nearly as long as he is tall. It's a brutal dance, one he's performed too many times to count.
If there is no recourse, so be it. He's killed wolves before; Eustace had better fight hard not to be added to their number. ]
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Invictus sings as he brings it to the fore, clashing with shriek of metal and pushing back against the axe. Clive isn't satisfied being on the back foot, though--he advances, slashing and jabbing with a sword nearly as long as he is tall. It's a brutal dance, one he's performed too many times to count.
If there is no recourse, so be it. He's killed wolves before; Eustace had better fight hard not to be added to their number. ]