[ the wind increases in pressure, wrapping even more around the sword and possibly pushing Ragnarok back, if he hasn't stepped back already. There's a faint emerald tinge to the wind now, and the sword itself is glowing gold, but the glow abruptly brightens, then dissipates.
And there's a young woman there, confidence and grace in her stance-- despite the fact that she's probably somewhat unsteady after centuries of being confined in that form. ]
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And there's a young woman there, confidence and grace in her stance-- despite the fact that she's probably somewhat unsteady after centuries of being confined in that form. ]