Spoiler: OOC
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Damn, impressive. Exactly enough damage.


The hammer raises high, and like thunder it crashes in a cacophony of metal on metal. The helmet crumbles as blue light splatters out of it like blood, dimming in sparkling patterns on the marble until it fades away. Piece by piece the armor begins to crumble and lose its shape, pieces tumbling down the stairs past Kellon and making a hell of a racket.

"Are you alright?" Gweyir asks, placing a hand on the back of Kellon's shell and stepping up to take a look at his forehead. "You're bleeding pretty bad."

Anton picks up one of the gauntlets that rolls down next to his foot and looks at it, then startles and drops it down the central shaft of the stairwell when one last twitch escapes the 'dying' construct.