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SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

It was a very, very bad idea to mess with The Typhoon at the moment. The entire group was on edge thanks to recent events, and such poorly timed pranks were, needless to say, not going to be appreciated. It seemed as though Renlys was about to find that out, unfortunately for the winged beast far up above. Normally, Roan was a rather non-violent person. He had very little love for violence or battle, considering the fact that he was a medic. It would've been ridiculous to assume that he would embrace such things with open arms. He hated them even more these days, considering he had family members injured all over, with Goldie in a state that he could barely handle these days. He had actually been keeping an eye on Goldie from afar when Renlys's little attack rained down, barely missing her and breaking apart on the ground. Immediately, Roan felt his fur lift in aggravation, blue gaze snapping upward towards the Iron Forged member.

His mama already seem to be giving him a piece of her mind, but Roan wasn't going to let him off the hook, either. With his tail lashing behind him, the siamese dropped his satchel onto the sand, leaping into the air and carrying himself upwards. He was significantly smaller than both his mama and Renlys, but at least he had his wings to gain him some height, flying over to the enemy dragon's side. As he did so, he let out a vicious snarl, his body thrumming with power, "Hey! Shit for brains! I know you don't have anything better to do than harass people, but we don't really need your fucking bullshit right now!" The words that slipped forth from him were filled with venom, and he didn't hesitate after that. He stretched out one of his forelimbs, summoning forth his elementals to try and call down a small bolt of lightning onto [member=17254]Renlys[/member]'s flank and hopefully cause him searing pain. There was always the chance that the other could dodge, especially considering the erratic nature of lightning, but the soothsayer certainly hoped that it connected.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan