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Callum gets to his feet and watches the fog swirl, he growls as he readies his sword.
A lightly armored einish man. He has neck length brown braided hair and is clad in a black leather tunic and a kilt of Lofoten colours.
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*Sven walks over to the cloud of fog and pokes it with the tip of his sword*
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The bottle passes through the fog and skids across the hard snow. The fog vortex begins to move toward Vali, ascending the snowbank. It hesitates when Sven's blade ineffectually prods it, and begins to meander toward the Human, tendrils of fog licking at the blade.
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*raises his sword from the fog and slowly backs away*
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Grimnir watches the fog intently, "No one go into that. I will pursue any of those sworn to me it may take." His hand moving on his sword ever so slightly.
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Only about knee-high, the swirling fog continues to meander toward Sven, the tendril following the blade as Sven withdraws it. It slowly wraps around the metal and begins to spiral upward, the vortex shrinking as it latches onto Sven's blade until it surrounds it completely. The roiling, translucent cloud of fog bubbles clockwise around the blade, like a fat aura attached to it. A tendril slowly creeps out of this roiling cloud and experimentally licks up against Sven's hand.
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*begins trying to shake the fog off the sword, making a grumpy expression while he does it*
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"SVEN! DROP YOUR SWORD!" Grimnir rises in a flash, swearing as he moves towards the human. "Do not let it touch you lest it do the same!"
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*Grimnir startling Sven as he throws the sword forward into the snow shaking his hand and checking to see if the fog latched on*
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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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