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Well, this sure died quickly =/.

The Iron Aegis thumbs the blade of his axe, hard enough to cause a few bright sparks to jump off the surface, paying no heed to the protests of Fulcrum. The breathing underneath is helmet picks up, like some kind of Darth Vader monstrosity. Where exactly the breath is coming from, few dare to...

In a far off corner, The Iron Aegis stands, unmoving. From afar he looks no more than a decorative suit of armor... Albeit unusually large and untraditional. A savage-looking, almost otherworldy piece - rusted to the core yet as sturdy as the day it was wrought. Rested upon his shoulder lies a...