Point-of-View: Fuo Wesroh
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"Is this all you are capable of now, Atticus? How pitifully weak you have become!" Laughed Renwick Seain, as he deflected my arrows and drove his claws towards my chest, which I narrowly evaded.
"I'm not Atticus!" I snapped, forming a red ice blade and swinging it up at him, which he deflected with his tail, shattering the blade.
I formed a dagger with my free hand and flung it at him as I sprang back, he knocked it away with his claws before zipping up and swooping down at me, slashing his claws towards my face. I deflected them by swinging my tail in front of me, before flying up quickly.
