Then, a swirl of blue. The singing of swords as the clashed, swung, thrust, parried. Two duellists locked in a single moment of blow and counterblow. The light of the charged blades seemed to imprint heavily in the air, flashes of scintillating energy swung in great arcs, blossoming in fearsome clashes of metal on metal. Clegane was undoubtedly the more experienced fighter, but the Kraken’s mechatendrites gave him a fearsome agility the wounded lord could not match. Soon the champion was fighting at bay, gradually giving ground before a flurry of ripostes that filled the air with blue flame.
Suddenly, an overstep. Clegane replied with a fearsome slash to the Kraken chest that would have felled a lesser man. The sorcerer stumbled back. Now Clegane advanced with renewed intent, his sword hefted for a downward strike. Yezhov was fast, and rolled from the path of the swing, a mighty blow that cut deep into the floor of the ship. Yet Clegane still advanced. ‘
'Eͫͣͩ̈́̌́ͭ̍͊͏͏҉̖̦͍̥̫̗̳̣͕͙̥͓̖̹̗N̨̡̛̯̺̦̩͎̭͚̫̻͈ͨ̄ͯ̀͞͝ͅͅǪ̡̧͌͋̃̅͒ͯ̃̾ͦ̋ͩͨͧ̾̚҉̲̹̗̪̤͈̯̱͙͍͓̞̟͙̥U̍̑̓ͭ̐͌̇҉̷̰̪̼̹̦͙̭͍̜͍̜͞G̵̢̪̙̯̖̪̫͈̪̪̻̤̻ͥ̓͑͂ͮ͒̏̉H̢͖͍̞̥̦̗̜̳̟̬͖̞̥̥̜̠̝͇̮͗ͪ̈ͯ̇̓̿̏̉̽̑̚͟!’ The Kraken roared, something beyond his vox plate amplifying his voice into some terrible song of damnation that echoed around the chamber. The sorcerer’s eyes shone with warpflame, his sword spattered with renewed vigour. His hand extended towards Clegane.
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Models and Narrative by @colonelgaraffi