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He forgot about Eria for the time moment, focusing all of his energy on the ice beneath him. Claws reflexively buries themselves in the ice, trying to help the brute keep a firm grip on the slippery surface. He allowed both forelimbs to touch the cold surface, putting only a little bit of weight behind him, watching as the ice began to give beneath his weight. There, he'd found the weak spot. Pontifex took a step back, bringing his forepaws back onto the solid rock, gaze intent on the cracking ice spot. Haunches tensed, plume held parallel to his body as he leaned back, forelimbs raising off the ground. The two-toned brute prepared himself as it to jump, but instead of throwing himself out, he threw his weight down, bringing both front legs down on the cracking ice. He was rewarded with a loud crack, veins spanning out from the impact zone. Retracing his steps, the knight readied himself for the second attempt, muscles tensing in anticipation. Again he launched himself down, putting all of his weight down with the impact, the ice giving way beneath his second attack.


Water rushed up from beneath the ice, dancing over his paws. Pontifex gave a sharp intake of breath at the sudden change in temperature, using the edges of the thicker ice to push himself back away from the water and onto the solid rock. Away from the icy water the brute shook his paws out, ridding them of most of the water before turning to Eria. Hope that's good enough.



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