-And so it seems that Alvan patiently waits, knowing what stands before him. From behind, in the distance can Alvan hear the muffled and distant sounds of civilization. From the front, all he can hear is the wind blowing across the blasted radiated desert, and the crunch of sand as metal boots tread over them as the cloaked warrior continues to walk, seemingly blind to the world around him-
-...Your paths inexorably meet. He stands in front of you, the only movement from him being the wind moving his cloak. His eyes are conspicuously hidden from view, but you can tell he's glaring daggers at you, Alvan, having recognized who you are as well-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-The wolf-fur clad warrior stands there, letting the sound of wind blowing across sand fill the air. Even if it's clear conflict is inevitable, he seems to hold no malice here. Only a mutual understanding of where their conflicting paths take them-
-And then, in one fluid motion, the armored warrior grips the handle of the massive sword on his back and swings it downwards on Alvan's head-
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-The cleft sword slams into the stormblade as it's blocked. The power behind that swing is evident-
Wolf: I will take that as a compliment. And your reflexes are as quick as I had suspected.
-Quickly pulling back, he makes another swing at Alvan's side-
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-Alvan ends up getting hit in the side by the attack, either not having been able to stop it or having let it strike, but the wolf soon finds himself getting a nasty shock as he's blasted around two and a half to three feet backwards.-
-lightning arcs across the surface of Alvan's armor before disappearing, the stormblade panting a bit-
Alvan: ok, I'm...surprised that worked.
-Like the sound of a bolt of lightning, The Wolf is blown back, his feet momentarily leaving the ground before meeting a loud crunch as he tries to land on his feet. Alvan can hear a gasp of air as the armored warrior strains to stand. He takes a fighting stance again, but Alvan can see his right arm is twitching from the shock he received-
Momo: Just a little bit.
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-Alvan doesn't react at first, for he ponders whether he should be the first one to engage as he recognizes the sight before him all too well-
-but then he decides to wait, knowing that this lone wolf will have to cross his path. Though the stormblade does keep a hand on his holstered hand cannon just in case-