<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120909185549/darksiders/images/9/94/War_Abyssal_Armor.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Karn Shademore<br/><strong>Team:</strong>TBA<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Armina Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br/><br/>Karn simply sighed when he saw his own spear coming for him point first. He'd wanted to keep the full extent of his semblance a secret as long as possible, make them think it only worked when he was moving at a certain speed. But agility wasn't his strong suit so catching the spear was out of the question, even without a roof to hold up, and the blade, carved from the stinger of a Death Stalker, would go right through his armor and his side like they weren't even there.<br/><br/>He pulsed his semblance right before impact. Then got an arm free in time to catch the spear on the rebound. Shifting his arms so that the pillar was resting on his forearms, he retracted the haft before carefully removing the blade. Then he wedged the shortened haft between the sections of the pillar and removed his support slowly. As the full weight of that section of the roof came down on the spear haft it bowed... slightly. Putting the razor sharp blade into the specially crafted sheath at his side Karn stepped back to consider the problem before turning to address Armina. "Mistress, would you prefer a segment of wood, stone or baked clay to replace the missing section? I'm afraid it will be obviously different no matter what is used but I fear the wood or stone would be most jarring. The clay would be easiest to acquire, I saw a promising deposit on the river bank on my way up, and can be baked in place with a little Fire Dust. Regardless of the medium I can smooth it to the remainder of the pillar and can carve it to taste. I know some patterns that aid meditation that could make it look like a deliberate addition rather then a repair. Your preference?" He cocked his head inquiringly, apparently oblivious to the anger in her features. Then again almost everyone he'd talked to in the last three years had been wearing head gear or shouting to him from across a field, or both, odd as it would seem he could read voices far better then facial expressions these days.