Ragnorak leaned on the side of the tank. "Fortunat'ly, I didn'." The main gun's barrel fell off as he strode forward, one hand pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it as the other swung Wyrmbane's blunt edge up to rest on his shoulder.
The Arbiter stared in disbelief as his Scarab tank fell to pieces. "NO! You...you will pay...that was a gift from my grandma! Asshole..."
Ragnorak looked over his shoulder at Arby. "Do somethin' 'bout it den, ya pansy! Ice Make: Fallen Angel." a blizzard sprang up around Rag as he stopped and turned. It quickly solidified into a pair of (seemingly) feathered wings on his back that glistened in the sun. He now had wings of ice. "Got somethin' to say?" Rag said around his cigarette. "'Cause I ain' takin' no bull from a puppy." He flicked the ash off his cigarette and put it back in his mouth. Wyrmbane had not yet left his shoulder.
The Arbiter got a look. It was...well actually, I can't really explain it, but it seemed almost like fear, awe and anger mixed into one. "You dare compare me to canines? Fool! I will destroy you!" His energy sword sprang to his hand, the blade glowing brightly despite the sunlight.
Arby flipped over the rubble of the Scarab, locking swords with Rag as Wyrmbane moved to block. The dog-like alien growled in his face and pushed him back. "Your sword should be cut! What metal is this..."
"Th' kin' tha' slays dragons. Le's dance, Fido." Rag grinned in the Arbiter's face and spread his wings, a blast of cold air going out from them. He pushed down with them once, creating a strong downdraft that forced the Arbiter away, letting Rag charge him and bring the heft of the tip of the blade into play, it being thicker and heavier than the rest of the blade. Sparks flew as the swords met. The Arbiter was forced onto the defensive as Rag showed off his 300 years of sword training, Wyrmbane traversing deadly arcs in the air. The Arbiter was clearly outmatched in swordplay.
The Arbiter stared in disbelief as his Scarab tank fell to pieces. "NO! You...you will pay...that was a gift from my grandma! Asshole..."
Ragnorak looked over his shoulder at Arby. "Do somethin' 'bout it den, ya pansy! Ice Make: Fallen Angel." a blizzard sprang up around Rag as he stopped and turned. It quickly solidified into a pair of (seemingly) feathered wings on his back that glistened in the sun. He now had wings of ice. "Got somethin' to say?" Rag said around his cigarette. "'Cause I ain' takin' no bull from a puppy." He flicked the ash off his cigarette and put it back in his mouth. Wyrmbane had not yet left his shoulder.
The Arbiter got a look. It was...well actually, I can't really explain it, but it seemed almost like fear, awe and anger mixed into one. "You dare compare me to canines? Fool! I will destroy you!" His energy sword sprang to his hand, the blade glowing brightly despite the sunlight.
Arby flipped over the rubble of the Scarab, locking swords with Rag as Wyrmbane moved to block. The dog-like alien growled in his face and pushed him back. "Your sword should be cut! What metal is this..."
"Th' kin' tha' slays dragons. Le's dance, Fido." Rag grinned in the Arbiter's face and spread his wings, a blast of cold air going out from them. He pushed down with them once, creating a strong downdraft that forced the Arbiter away, letting Rag charge him and bring the heft of the tip of the blade into play, it being thicker and heavier than the rest of the blade. Sparks flew as the swords met. The Arbiter was forced onto the defensive as Rag showed off his 300 years of sword training, Wyrmbane traversing deadly arcs in the air. The Arbiter was clearly outmatched in swordplay.