The Divine Mandate granted to Vaynard gives him permission- no, requires- him to smash all that stand in the way of the glory that awaits the White Wolf. Icy strength flows through his veins, much as the bitter cold flows through Norgard. A puny dancer dares to challenge him? A worthless woman, unworthy to rule a country and only good for serving him? You'd think people would know better than to challenge the masterful Lord and wielder of Caladbolg. A single blow from Vaynard's trademark Halberd will lay Meru low, a blow she can't avoid. The Blue Dragoon has to close in for a melee attack before accessing her magic, and a mighty counter from Vaynard will leave her near death, to be cleaved in half by Vaynard's turn, whenever he chooses to take it. The wolves will howl, the earth will tremble, and the DL itself will take note- Vaynard, master of all he sees and future ruler of Forsena- is here to dominate, not merely win.
