[Deicide]

(OOC: Appologies in advance if the post seems a tad on the short side, didnt want to add anymore in lue of it coming of as GodModish..)

A brief blast of air, time seems to slow, toes pull slightly upwards and claws raise from the slick surface below, allowing it to do its work as rough black pads designed for the gripping of grassland dirt slip smoothly outwards, body lowering down substantially, before claws hit the crystal again with a soft 'tack', hips twisting and legs come back together to bunch in heavily muscled legs that provide a powerful upwards push. All this to bring a shineing arc sliceing through the frigid night air.

Of course, these events take but mere seconds to occur, to the outside observer it would be hard to catch as the canines legs split away and she plummets towards the cold crystal, regaining grip and twisting at the very last viable moment, raising again and pulling hindpaws in as that movement causes her to turn, a flash of silver as the blade comes round, hilt clasped in both hands, weilded as a traditional two-handed broadsword, her whole forms strength behind it, driveing towards the opponents middriff and throat with ruthless power, though the entire display is meant more to force the distance open than to do real damage. The pale furred angel knows she will not catch one of his speed with such a simple trick.

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