Greater Durability - Roran

Hoarfrost stated as his now nine-tiled blade shifted towards the DreamnWalker , he was somewhat now at a safer distance as he whipped his blade towards them striking them with a flurry of blows at least attempting to gauge and slow down their attacks so at least Jaison could strike at them efficiently. [1]

Hoarfrost honestly just wanted to watch this all happen while Jaison would become a lighting wolf, but he had to at least do something, as he knew that they could not continue to dodge him for so long, and since his other skills were on cool down he just had to grit and bear through it. He was the avatar of Manslaughter, why would he simply stop just because someone kept dodging him? Although admittingly since they were stuck in their domain, who knows really? [2]

First came the [Hack & Slash] from is position he could at least strike them from a distance and potentially either deal some damage, or at least build up enough offensive pressure to slow them down just so that Jaison could strike them with. As much as he wanted to slice into someone with his targeted attacks, he really couldn't, at least not currently, not at is level. When those attacks would go through he'd then attempt to use two basic attacks to strike at them. [3]

Hoarfrost reached a hand up to pluck a feather from his cloak, soon restoring at least some HP after the lighting bolt struck him, he took a breath releasing some air as he turned his attention to the female while silently counting the cool down for his other attacks, he released a breath while he just stood there taking this various instances of damages against him, and he simply had to take it, regardless of how he initially felt, bracing the assault, the psychopathic metahuamn laughed at all the attacks coming his way as he gashed his teeth before slashing again, this time using a targeted [Snakebite] to go for her unarmored limbs, at least that was always the case, he at least knew that whatever she could throw at him he'd just continue, at least until he'd fall in battle. [4]

"How should I know what a shifter's affinity is, Jaison? And as for being the best, who knows? I just wanted to put on a show for my Avatar, I'm sure they'd hate it." He laughed as his aura continued to flare up encircling his body as he took his battle-worn body and continued his onslaught. All he had to do was focus on the 'prize' that was getting another death on his list, granted it'd be his first 'human' death, not some monster, but that just made the joy and thrill of the hunt that much better. [5]

Hoarfrost took a few steps forwa4e, he looked over to see Jaison who was now down and it was now just him and the DreamWalker,  by stepping back a bit he wondered what all he could do? Then he just sighed to himself, he stopped wondering so much as he stepped towards them, his blade still in hand as he raised his hand and he still stood there, was the reality marble about to crack? He raised a brow at it before he sighed. [6]

"Right, I'll take the compliment."

Trudging forward he launched himself towards the DreamWalker, enduring the lightning that crashed into his body, given that his aura was still flaring he had to at least endure that much, despite it all, then he planted his feet, gritted his teeth, as that ever present laugh echoed throughout the marble as he used [Sonic Leap] again, at least at a 'proper' tile range since his sword grew to at least nine-tiles. "Here I come." He said with a cackle before swinging his weapon once again. [7]

Hoarfrost had to take the damage, it wasn't like he could really dodge it, he just had to tank it, that was the best he could possibly to, at least he thought as he stepped forward, taking the damages from the two follow ups against him, as he carefully stood his ground. Was this his last stand? Maybe, he stepped forward a bit as he started tanking the magical blows, hit after hit after hit he stood there allowing himself to be bombarded with the assaults on his body, that he didn't even realize how battered he was until they had happen. [8]

The Psychopath just trudged forward bit by bit, inch by inch as he kept a wide smile on his face, with all the various blows he managed to sustain he looked like bloody mess, charred spots here, magical brushing and explosions there, good thing a battlefield wasn't exactly 'real' but the pain surely was. "Ha...ha...ha."  He only could find the strength to laugh and event hat much was weighting down on him while he struggled to move forward a bit. "A rank..right? That'd be nice." He stated before he finally stumbled forward, but he caught himself. [9]

He wondered if he done enough here to tell his avatar that he was worthy? It wasn't like they were paying him any notice, at least so he thought. "Yeah..I'll see you there." He muttered before he finally collapsed from the onslaught of blows he endured. [10]