[Nero]

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[Delain focused for as long and as hard as he could, but his opponent's will was stronger than his spell. It was a modification of his original and would need fine tuning, possibly stronger components but that was merely a distraction right now that he couldn't afford. His opponent then began the barrage of blows against his body, each wearing away his concentration to the point where the ice suddenly was no longer as solid as it could be. It was filing with air pockets which made it more brittle than anything. Easily it gave way to his opponent's movements and there was not much he could do but cover himself, allowing the blows to bounce off his armor and send bruising pain into his back and legs. The undead would not realize that also at the same time it was wearing down on his patience and he was in shifting forms right now. The armor got tighter, each blow sounding a bit less hollow as he grew to fit the armor as it should have been, even a bit tighter than was comfortable. More muscle, thicker skin, and a longer tail pressed out from his body, the wings spreading out in a valiant act of defiance against his perpetrator. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, heart rate rising and strength growing in violent bursts of power which he took advantage of quick enough. A roar was released the moment he swung onto his right side, his left arm bringing about his tower shield which now took the brunt of the blows. His right arm pushed him of onto a crouch where he got to a stand and charged behind his shield. A shove forward to knock his opponent off balance was attempted before a massive flex of his arm snapped one of the bands, the one at his upper shoulder under his armpit. The remaining band slid to his wrist and suddenly the sturdy defensive attachment turned whirling projection of doom. Most of the length of the shield projected outwards in front of him for one mighty swing, a final move to cleave him in half entirely as a final bout of strength and draconic wrath. "Die!" ]

[Ignatius began backpedaling, his arms and legs pumping constantly as he worked to both move himself away from this furious charge that his opponent was now making as well as keep that ice from forming entirely over his joints. The stiffness had been setting in despite his best efforts to prevent that and it was beginning to wear thin on the undead knight's patience. He so hated when people used magic against him. He could not run in circles while the draconian gave chase though, his own patience currently much shorter than the stamina that his opponent's sort were known for having. So He would stop suddenly with sword dangling limply at his side and await Delain to close in on him just close enough for his next move to work. "Va bene. Cerchiamo di fare questo..." He growled as he prepared to unleash the full force of his dragon sword's power - the furious stopping force of the deep dragon that it had been made from. Sword met shield with a resounding boom as Ignatius sent bone careening against metal, slamming the blunted edge of his weapon against the hard flat surface of Delain's shield. In all likelihood, it would not send the draconian flying but it would certainly be enough to stop the rampaging creature in its tracks.]