Thorace's blade clashed with that sea of armour and swords, his trident trailing his every blow and battleboard acting as a shield, parrying the blows from every corner and unleashing volleys of beams upon the enemy.  Mind, body, nerve and sinew now immersed within this turbulent sea of the heat of battle, lifted him into an elevated state of strength and will, that height of infinite will and Thorace willed !

   That storm rose, wiping out the entire ranks of soldiers on that deck. rising high to the astral skies, it echoed in a turbulent rage of glory.

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   Rising from the debris, his board lifting him into the air, being, sword and trident steaming, his sighs were smokey, resonating with the internal turbulence ensuing within his being. Bringing him downwards, his battleboard landed on the empty deck of a battlecarpet, where he watched the Mace unleash waves of destruction upon the Feudal Order's fleet.

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