Machete
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Raven, without being distracted from the spell of transformation, created an ice ring, and a deadly chill surrounded the altar and the vampires, liches, and three necromancers gathered around it (Raven and two others casting curses)... The air elementals attacking the vampires dissipated... The elf managed to jump back, but the cold affected his left hand, and the crescent blade became covered in frost and clattered loudly on the stone slabs..., his left hand stopped obeying...
Ice blocks appeared, and in front of you, Machete, barely missing you... It became cool... Deathly cold...
I didn't panic and quickly grabbed the sword, which was lying around here for some unknown reason. Perhaps from another one just like me... Unlikely. Nevertheless, two swords are better than one. I realized that I needed to act immediately and rushed at the ice wall, trying to break it into small pieces... At the same time, I'll warm up! And the necromancers are unlikely to understand where I am by the sound; it's already too noisy here... With these thoughts, I persistently attacked the wall...
I've got a hole in my pocket!
© Ринго Старр
© Ринго Старр
