"⌈Iron Dragon Rend.⌋"
Tycondrius swung his blade to the side, cleanly severing the Snake Cult Guardian's wrists. As the skill was originally developed to cleave apart terrain, it worked well on inanimate objects and, interestingly, construct-type creatures.
He still didn't like using it, though. As a Gold-Rank, Tycon had the mana reserves to handle it, but it was... an uncomfortable skill to activate-- for whatever reason.
The Guardian's hands and the heavy sword it held fell to the ground, dissipating into a thick burst of fine... powdery mana dust...
Tycon sneezed. Ugh... It was quite painful. The second sneeze was even more so.
How annoying...
The mana dust began collecting in a circular spinning shape along the ground... It whirled about several times over before, all at once, launching upward into the sky.
Tycon sniffed and rubbed his nose with his wrist... "My thanks, Brother-Zenon."
