Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-3293219-20141014210906

It appeared to be the case that Robin wasn't entirely sentient and was still coming around, they seemed to be feeling out, most likely out of instinct.

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"Hmm..." Odin huffed, looking up, though he was in agony, he was also incredibly tough and was able to suppress the pain, so long as he didn't do anything strenious.

"It's not going to be that easy..." Odin grumbled, bringing up his arm and absorbing the many souls of the dead, the souls put his bones back into place and gave him his strength back as he shakily stood up. He then straighted his back, regaining his composure before he lunged forward again, smashing his iron fist into Asiv's right cheek, left rib, stomach and throat before uppercutting the posessed Breton and knocking him to the floor.

"I am not that easy to shrug off!" He roared before driving his fist down, onto Molag Bal.