--Enemy Phase--
*Caesar deflects Odysseus' spear with his off hand, leaving a cut on the back of his hand that quickly heals.*
Hmmph. What a weak copy of Ithaka's king. Not even worthy of my blade.
*He then glares at Crota, feeling it's presence. He simply sneers. It seems it wasn't as effective on Caesar as Geist may have wanted it to.*
Eito- 60%
Geist- 50%
Mayu- 20%
Sam: I can stop if you've had enough Mayu.
N...Never. Go, Caesar.
Caesar: You needn't ask, Praetor. My sword shall rend your foes limb from limb, It is a blade of that serves everyone under my banner and slays all opposed to it. This blade shall be your undoing, barbarian. Fall to me. CROCEA MORS!
*With that speech, Caesar charges at Geist, slashing at Geist with reckless abandon with his glowing, golden blade, Crocea Mors. A single blow would do serious damage. All five landing would surely spell certain death. Or Certain unconciousness, at the very least.*
--Actions--
Crocea Mors (Heavy Physical Damage X5 to one foe. Target: Geist.)
Current Stat: -1/-1/-2
--Player Phase--