02-13-2015, 04:50 PM
The fog reaches out toward Sven's hand again just as he throws the sword forward, the barest touch against his skin all that's managed before it's out of reach. It coils around and over the sword as it settles in the snow, and before long the blade, hilt, and leather begins to bubble and melt with soft, popping sounds. The liquid steel that's formed begins to join with the swirling fog vortex, like metallic veins forming into the cloud itself.
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