[ Kahlil lets out a wordless shout of outrage as Claude goes hurtling into a wall. As he moves his own body aches, but either due to luck or the spell nothing seems broken from his own impact. He watches Claude raise his axe to block a sword strike - not from a machine now, but a strange man.
A walking, menacing machine he may not know how to fight. But men bleed.
Concentrating on his right hand he forces the yasi'halaun into existence. His hand grips the hilt, the sword's long, black blade nearly invisible in the darkened corridor, barely reflected by the twinned lights of the clashing weapons ahead. He rushes toward them, leaping to strike at the old man's back as he's bearing down on Claude. In a flash the glowing sword parries his black blade, sparks like static flying out and filling the air with the scent of burning ozone. The yasi'halaun seems alive for that second they connect, time almost stopping as he feels it vibrating beneath his grip, the blade of black bone lengthening in response to the absorbed power.
The force sends him back - he lands with a hard jolt, but on his feet. ]
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A walking, menacing machine he may not know how to fight. But men bleed.
Concentrating on his right hand he forces the yasi'halaun into existence. His hand grips the hilt, the sword's long, black blade nearly invisible in the darkened corridor, barely reflected by the twinned lights of the clashing weapons ahead. He rushes toward them, leaping to strike at the old man's back as he's bearing down on Claude. In a flash the glowing sword parries his black blade, sparks like static flying out and filling the air with the scent of burning ozone. The yasi'halaun seems alive for that second they connect, time almost stopping as he feels it vibrating beneath his grip, the blade of black bone lengthening in response to the absorbed power.
The force sends him back - he lands with a hard jolt, but on his feet. ]