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Slowly the giantess nodded twice, her thin blue lips lethargically forming words; her voice was thick and heavy and rumbled like a miniature avalanche. "I... am Føth... Whitecliff... It takes... me a while... to form.... human words... I mean you... no harm... My master... and I were... just sparring..." The giantess points to Kane, who is still recovering from her massive blow. "I also fixed... your metal horse..." She pointed at the scrap heap proudly.

Without a word, the giantess removed her helm, revealing a broken hooked nose, a narrow, chiseled face with pale blue skin dusted with faint freckles and a craggy brow topped with frosty eyebrows; a thick, frothy white mane (cut in a mohawk) poured down the knight's shoulders, easily reaching the middle of her huge but narrow back. Though she was clearly female, a long, wispy goatee graced the giantess' chin. Her arms were longer than they should have been, her ankles and calves thick and strong

Not understanding what the problem was, the giantess shifted her weight from one leg to the other in a slow, ponderous sway as she observed her surroundings, eyeing the smashed cycle and the stunned monk on the ground. She looked troubled when her eyes fell on Aquene's frown, but made no indication to Aquene that she understood what the equalist had said.

With a heavy grunt the giant knight shrugged Kane off of her and brought her massive mailed fist right on the monk's shoulder, having missed her head. The burly woman's body thudded into the ground, leaving her dazed in the dust. Apparently losing interest in Kane now that she wasn't moving, the giant knight looked up at Aquene, steely grey eyes glittering curiously from under the helm.

The burly monk grunted and gritted her teeth in an anxious smile at the equalist. "No no, et's alrigh, she's jes gotten carried aweh weth tryen tae 'fix' that metal haerse oer yon." She jerks her head at the scrap heap, her knee buckling under the strain of limb-locked combat. The giant knight had almost gotten the better of her before Kane suddenly sprouted two extra pairs of arms out of her back and immediately put them to work restraining the lummox.

Before Aquene stood Kane moaning in utter frustration as she grappled with what looked like an eight-foot tall woman in blue-gold full plate attempt to smash Kane with a fearsomely huge monkey-wrench polearm contraption. Even with Kane's vast strength, the monk was having problems penetrating the plate with her fists. To the side a demolished motorcycle lay in a heap, clearly the work of the great lummox-woman and her weird weapon.

There are gruff voices outside the shop door, followed by the sound of Kane shouting frantically at someone before the sound of metal crushing metal jarred her words.

metaplaneswalkers replied to your post: So! Tis a Munday and I have it off. o3o Anyone up...