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原先发布于：The Digital Dojo
7/24/2016 9:38:51 PM
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The man drew his sword in a reversed two-handed grip a bowed in return. "I am Stain MacLeod. So to Orlief the Black. [i]Ceann a ól an diabhail croí[/i]" He rose and stepped a few paces from her. He turned around and leveled his sword. "[i]Eiwaz[/i]" The symbols on his robes and sword glowed with an inner blue light. He inhaled and exhaled once, the energy around him contracting and expanding with him. "I am ready if you are"
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"Such a straightforward term, especially for one who delves in the same knowledge. This should be interesting" Stian struck his sword in the ground and uttered a word. "[i]Jera[/i]" At the same time, he drug his sword to fling a cloud of dirt at Nora. Meaningless without that phrase, which gave each grain of dirt the weight of a boulder.
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Stian dug into the pouch on his belt and threw out a handful of small metal punches. 9 to be exact. They flicked into place, floating in the air in an irregular pattern. Stian raised his hand so it covered Nora in his eyes. Then gripped the air tightly. "[i]Briseadh[/i]" Magical energy compressed the aura from every side as three of the punches glowed bright.
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The gravity around Nora steadily began increasing as the energy became compressing harder. The grass bent down and the soil began to sink and harden. Stian spoke again and he continued to squeeze. "[i]Kuanaz[/i]" Two more punches glowed and the air combusted around the air he was compressing.
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[spoiler]boxes?[/spoiler] The fire dissipated and the energy field broke. Stian stumbled back and spoke. "[i]Ó thine ifrinn, a ligean seo shreabhadh abhann[/i]" The punches rearranged and seven glowed and spewed fire. It twisted into a massive column that rushed to Nora.
