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Ammaranth used celerity to quicken his motions, and turn with the Grey Fox as he rounded each corner. He moved so fast he didn't appear to be moving at all.
"Boxing me in, is it?" he thought, "Oh, here he comes." Actually, the Fox was moving a bit faster than he had anticipated, so that Ammaranth didn't have time to make much of a cut with his sabre, so he settled for punching with the handguard. He struck at Fox's face with the heavy metal basket, letting its weight and Fox's momentum do most of the work, all the while warding with the dagger against any sneaky sword techniques the Fox might have been planning.
It was a terrible collision, with so much force that both combatants jolted back from it. Seemingly unphased, the Grey Fox used his swords to cut a hole in the floor, and disappeared through it. Ammaranth cautiously peered through the hole, keeping his guard up against what he thought could be a trap. Was Fox wounded, and just running on adrenaline? He couldn't tell. It had certainly been a fierce blow. Then he saw the explosives at each of the supports.
"Not good -- unless . . ." Ammaranth smiled. With the heavy clouds all around, it had already been threatenning to storm for some time now. It didn't take much to change the already unstable atmosphere. Just a little more -- he could feel the static building -- a little more -- there! And the charged air triggered the plastics in the columns, setting off a tremendous explosion. The whole block shook as the charges went off. Ammaranth didn't even try to get away. He let the blast carry him upward, and rode a piece of the wreckage almost all the way down to the street, slowing himself at the last moment so as not to hit the ground TOO hard.
The building, meanwhile, was coming down in pieces everywhere, in some cases landing several streets away.
"Fox! Come out of there! I know that little blast didn't kill you. Why don't we try using our swords for a change!"
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