User blog comment:The Reptile King/The Battlefield/@comment-26517142-20160526013943/@comment-26517142-20160526170349

Marden calmly wedges out the dirt stuck between his teeth, tasting blood,  ash and metal mixed in it. "Okay, was the inventing thing sarcasm,  or are you older than my grandmother?  I can't see you joking at all. "

Before RK could even respond to that insult, Marden flings eight runic knives in key directions around his foes and slams a palma against the ground. In an instant, chain-like implements spring outof the planted knives and hold the man fast like a cocoon. "Fenrir's Seal should put you in stasis for a bit. And.... " He sees the bullet locked in position by a spell. He snaps his fingers abruptly. In an instant, the earlier attack he launched detonates,  leaving a smoldering crater with the cocoon still intact.