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Rhys bounces off the debris as they all freefall and lands in a three-point stance as Ben sends the debris hurtling around like giant billiard balls. And even as the monster in human form lashes out at his friend, Nick, he throws himself in front of the strike to take it head on. Once he stops, he takes it all in at a glance and feels his anger rise once more. His hand grips the handle of his axe so tightly he can feel his skin start to get friction burns just from the contact.

Friction...that may be something he can use. Focusing his not-inconsiderable strength into his grip, he feels the metal of his axe begin to heat him. He feels feverish himself, his own body heat rising with his emotions and adrenaline, and that heat pours into his axe and makes the blade bright red. With a final roar something in his Olympian Semblance catalyzes the heat--and his entire body suddenly begins to glow with a blindingly bright light, as if the midday sun had suddenly dropped into the basement of this hostel.

"Bottom-feeders like you always skulk in the darkness," he growls as he hefts his searingly-bright axe. With blinding speed he dashes across the battlefield, hacking even at those vampires who are gaseous with vicious strikes. He ends in the spot he began, breathing heavily, but staring defiantly at Vlad Pale.

Rhys bounces off the debris as they all freefall and lands in a three-point stance as Ben sends the debris hurtling around like giant billiard balls. And even as the monster in human form lashes out at his friend, Nick, he throws himself in front of the strike to take it head on. Once he stops, he takes it all in at a glance and feels his anger rise once more. His hand grips the handle of his axe so tightly he can feel his skin start to get friction burns just from the contact.

Friction...that may be something he can use. Focusing his not-inconsiderable strength into his grip, he feels the metal of his axe begin to heat him. He feels feverish himself, his own body heat rising with his emotions and adrenaline, and that heat pours into his axe and makes the blade bright red. With a final roar something in his Olympian Semblance catalyzes the heat--and his entire body suddenly begins to glow with a blindingly bright light, as if the midday sun had suddenly dropped into the basement of this hostel.

"Bottom-feeders like you always skulk in the darkness," he growls as he hefts his searingly-bright axe. With blinding speed he dashes across the battlefield, hacking even at those vampires who are gaseous with vicious strikes. He ends in the spot he began, breathing heavily, but staring defiantly at Vlad Pale.