chaos, the battle unfolded before him. the more weaving between the dark shadows as a blip in most's radar, a light, speckle of sun, bursts from the murky waters that felt too cool to the touch to any passerby. throughout the entire battlefield, there was an echo in everyone's mind, a chill setting into the atmosphere that was hard to place, easy to dismiss considering the moons, but one less natural than meted the eye.
silentgrave, stormed into the fray, his large figure an easy target, and he clashed like the titan he were against the small frame of the tanglewood's own flash of golden-gold. the leader; a bright visage that jack wished to smear across the ground, but ah; he was too small to smear someone, too small to do much than watch; hell he looked more like a kit- if it weren't for the armor rippling across his form. ice and bone alike creating a spine of shards along his back and braced his shoulders. fangs clacked against each shoulder, signifying his power; his right to be here.
beside, there were others of the marshlands to destroy. the lust and want to prove himself brought with it the need to single out, to make an appearance, and to make it worth it. there were two people, standing- watching the spectacle, and jack felt something in him churn in disgust. peace, the wyvern called, there was no peace, there were no such thing as peace here.
and his target was choosen. in the shades, hidden in the treches of murky water jack would exhale slowly, ice blue eyes seeming to glow from under the shade as he let a torren of chilly air- the [glow=#add8e6,2,300]ice[/glow] unfold from his bones into the water around him.
within the next breath, three ice daggers were crafted, and a blow towards the elder dragon [member=1277]DELILAH.[/member] they were in quick incoming sharp bladed points aiming to shred through scale and cut against bone; even with their focus on silent, jack wouldn't be deterred from his prey. the point of a raid was hardly to fight fair, after all.
each blade was aimed to hit center mass. along the tail, chest, and along the turned shoulder joint if silent's attack were successful
[primary attacking delilah!]
silentgrave, stormed into the fray, his large figure an easy target, and he clashed like the titan he were against the small frame of the tanglewood's own flash of golden-gold. the leader; a bright visage that jack wished to smear across the ground, but ah; he was too small to smear someone, too small to do much than watch; hell he looked more like a kit- if it weren't for the armor rippling across his form. ice and bone alike creating a spine of shards along his back and braced his shoulders. fangs clacked against each shoulder, signifying his power; his right to be here.
beside, there were others of the marshlands to destroy. the lust and want to prove himself brought with it the need to single out, to make an appearance, and to make it worth it. there were two people, standing- watching the spectacle, and jack felt something in him churn in disgust. peace, the wyvern called, there was no peace, there were no such thing as peace here.
and his target was choosen. in the shades, hidden in the treches of murky water jack would exhale slowly, ice blue eyes seeming to glow from under the shade as he let a torren of chilly air- the [glow=#add8e6,2,300]ice[/glow] unfold from his bones into the water around him.
within the next breath, three ice daggers were crafted, and a blow towards the elder dragon [member=1277]DELILAH.[/member] they were in quick incoming sharp bladed points aiming to shred through scale and cut against bone; even with their focus on silent, jack wouldn't be deterred from his prey. the point of a raid was hardly to fight fair, after all.
each blade was aimed to hit center mass. along the tail, chest, and along the turned shoulder joint if silent's attack were successful
[primary attacking delilah!]