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"This is powerful magic...." Kurt said trying to make out what was in the fog. He could here the hooves and the neighs from horses. He could tell how many though. He said holding the Lethe into the air. "O fateful sword. Grant me power....even at the cost of my own life." Kurt's words seemed to pierce through the fog.
The blade had begun to glow a soft green, illuminating the area around Kurt. Two of the riders winced when they came into the light. Kurt's body started to move in place faster and faster. He body jolted in and out of place. Tightening his grip around the blade Kurt bolted forward straight through one of the riders at an remarkable speed. The glow of the blade made a line as Kurt moved forward.
As Kurt moved in closer to the planted Surtur. He thrusted his blade forward towards a joint in Surtur's armour hoping to loosening it. Then he using he blade as leverage he placed his right foot onto the flat of the blade and spun off dragging his left foot behind him hoping to land a blow on the now unarmoured head of Surtur. Landing from the attack Kurt danced his blade in his hand while his body began to slow down.
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