IN THIS PRESENT CRISIS / typhoon visit

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NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Everything was happening far too fast for Aurum to truly process, no matter how much the lion tried. The air was roaring around him, filled with noise and movement and powers, and it made him want to scream. Everything was overestimulated, to the point that Sojourn landing on his back barely made a dent. There was pain, but he had faced much worse before, and a snarl left him, heat building in his chest. With a grunt, the lion aimed to wrap his large wings around [member=16709]SOJOURN[/member]'s body, using his flame elementals to erupt flames upward and char her entire body as he tried to slam her into the ground with his weight. He had little patience for her, barely caring if his attack worked or not. He could worry about her later, if needed, because he was already stumbling to his paws, snarling and growling wildly. As the pain and heat built in the lion's chest, he felt Sevcon's electricity hitting him, although the agony of it was lost in the sensation of flames dancing over his fur. In that moment, Aurum looked almost like a candle, bright red flames flicking over his feathers and his pelt, all the way down to the end of his tail. It was exhausting, but he'd deal with that later.

Filled with rage and a bloodlust for any Wanderers that were nearby, Aurum immediately took notice of the one shooting out electricity. Letting out another vicious roar, the lion aimed to slam his large paw, claws out and covered in flames, into the side of [member=16788]SEVCON VERBAN[/member]'s smaller body. If the attack connected, it would very likely not only send Sevcon flailing away, but would also cause some pretty substantial burns. His flames were burning so hot that even his own skin was hurting.

However, Aurum was given little time to dwell on his injuries, or the battle that was going on around him. Because, as he turned, he was horrified to be greeted by the sight of Goldenluxury, with one of her legs being torn from her body. A screech of agony left him, frozen in place at what Stryker had just done, and what he had unintentionally assisted in. The fire on his flesh and within his body seemed to burn even brighter in response to his emotions, before flicking out entirely. He found himself just standing there, one eyed gaze staring at Goldie's prone body. He muttered softly, his voice rough and broken as he took a step towards her, "G... Goldie... no..." He needed to wake up. He needed this all to be a bad dream. He needed to wake up within his home, still recovering from his injuries as Vigenere directed Tanglewood outside. He needed Goldie not to be laying there, bleeding out on the ground. For the moment, the angel of vengeance was just frozen in place, stunned and shattered by what had just happened to the Typhoon's captain. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.