[ The wind works quite well, pushing both Lucanis and Kieran away. The assassin gets buffeted back against a wall while Kiran jams their sword into the ground to keep themself from flying too far. ]
The hard way it is, then.
[ With a grunt of effort, they pull themself to their feet, the blade in their hands twisting with green energy until it takes the shape of a different weapon altogether - a scythe, glowing sickly green and coursing with shadow. They swing the weapon in a low arc, the blade kicking up a wave of green crystals as it skims the ground. About four or five shards of crystal go flying at Louis, streaking for his limbs, his torso. Nowhere fatal, but hopefully enough to put him out of commission. ]
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The hard way it is, then.
[ With a grunt of effort, they pull themself to their feet, the blade in their hands twisting with green energy until it takes the shape of a different weapon altogether - a scythe, glowing sickly green and coursing with shadow. They swing the weapon in a low arc, the blade kicking up a wave of green crystals as it skims the ground. About four or five shards of crystal go flying at Louis, streaking for his limbs, his torso. Nowhere fatal, but hopefully enough to put him out of commission. ]