07-01-2018, 12:41 AM
Morgan's head snapped toward the true Iota as he realized his trap failed. "Clever," he mumbled under his breath. Of all the preparations he had made, he had somehow neglected to bother paying attention to the participants' auras, and how Iota seemed to lack one. However, he was not to make that mistake again. In acknowledgement of her idea, the samoyed ceased his assault on Iota, simply hurling one last snowball in her direction before turning away. He would return to her later.
First sensing Whisper's presence, the dog threw another two flurries of snowballs to try slowing down the pup. He prepared a stretch of black ice along her general path, the slippery surface forming out of the mud on the ground. He noticed Zimavich next, his mud hardly helping camouflage him from Morgan due to his still-visible aura. Simple snowballs and his smaller traps would likely be less effective against an animal as big as him; the cream canine had to get more creative. He began by pulling the water in the bear dog's mud, forming tentacles of liquid to wrap around his back legs and attempt to trip him. To cover himself further, Morgan took a sharp breath, launching a large pillar of ice out of the ground from beneath the larger dog to try knocking the wind out him or pushing him off balance.
Vigenere's attack was completely unprecedented, the samoyed not expecting him to retaliate so soon. He smirked and barked out, "Good, Vigenere!" as he fell out of the tree onto the muddy floor. Teamwork was not at all outlawed; it was just Tanglewood's dangerous nature that led many to think only for themselves. Morgan smiled under his mask and got back up, shaking the mud off of himself. He pulled water out of the mud and formed a wave to propel himself over to another tree for a new vantage point. From there, he threw more snowballs at Vigenere, following them up with speedy jets of shockingly cold water. He needed to make sure that the Firebrand was absolutely ready to go with him on their journey, and the Vigil was the perfect opportunity to test him.
First sensing Whisper's presence, the dog threw another two flurries of snowballs to try slowing down the pup. He prepared a stretch of black ice along her general path, the slippery surface forming out of the mud on the ground. He noticed Zimavich next, his mud hardly helping camouflage him from Morgan due to his still-visible aura. Simple snowballs and his smaller traps would likely be less effective against an animal as big as him; the cream canine had to get more creative. He began by pulling the water in the bear dog's mud, forming tentacles of liquid to wrap around his back legs and attempt to trip him. To cover himself further, Morgan took a sharp breath, launching a large pillar of ice out of the ground from beneath the larger dog to try knocking the wind out him or pushing him off balance.
Vigenere's attack was completely unprecedented, the samoyed not expecting him to retaliate so soon. He smirked and barked out, "Good, Vigenere!" as he fell out of the tree onto the muddy floor. Teamwork was not at all outlawed; it was just Tanglewood's dangerous nature that led many to think only for themselves. Morgan smiled under his mask and got back up, shaking the mud off of himself. He pulled water out of the mud and formed a wave to propel himself over to another tree for a new vantage point. From there, he threw more snowballs at Vigenere, following them up with speedy jets of shockingly cold water. He needed to make sure that the Firebrand was absolutely ready to go with him on their journey, and the Vigil was the perfect opportunity to test him.