Tycondrius always thought of the Elven Blade dance as... the most perplexing of combat arts.
Pathfinder Quay stepped forward... though he didn't seem to step with his feet. The elf's form shifted and swayed like a breeze... and his swords sang like a... whimsical song.
A Cultist's severed hands fell to the road, followed by his head. Then the jaws of two humans were sliced off. Another sprouted a fountain of blood from the top of his forehead.
Quay was moving far too quickly for the blood to reach him. He weaved through the poorly armored Snake Cultists, like he had choreographed a dance with them beforehand. The group pushed and pulled rhythmically to the left and right until...
Until Dragan's building exploded. Again.
"OHHHH, YEAHHHHH!!!"
Tycon noted the addition of two still-bleeding human heads, tied to his belt. It appeared the heads weren't severed with a blade... but had been forcibly torn off of their bodies.
