A: Nobody swims in this weather! [ He knew it. He's not even surprised when he ends up in the sea with his team. Any attempt to regroup however, is gone with the waves but Tieria is glad he managed to fry the Noir ship they were fighting with a well placed lightning spell, assisted by the great storm. Screams and howls of Noir's soldiers sounds like music to his ears in the collateral damage he inflicted. If he's swimming, they better be dead.
With that done, he's swimming to the shore, grabbing one of the floating plank for extra support against the rowdy waves.
If you're nearby and needs help, he wouldn't mind letting you have half the plank. Or did you perhaps noticed him smirking while watching those Noir soldiers burns from the lightning he send? ]
B: Victory is when he doesn't need to bleach his uniform, again. [ He's in zero mood for celebration, so instead of staying back like some of the heroes, Tieria pushes his way out of the crowd, looking for a quiet spot to rest. He's exhausted from being low on mana and fighting on shore (he knew he made the right decision picking up Forseti). He's also sporting a couple of cuts and bruises but eh, he's dealing with them, by gritting his teeth mostly because he sucks at healing.
Tieria Erde | Off-ship | OTA
[ He knew it. He's not even surprised when he ends up in the sea with his team. Any attempt to regroup however, is gone with the waves but Tieria is glad he managed to fry the Noir ship they were fighting with a well placed lightning spell, assisted by the great storm. Screams and howls of Noir's soldiers sounds like music to his ears in the collateral damage he inflicted. If he's swimming, they better be dead.
With that done, he's swimming to the shore, grabbing one of the floating plank for extra support against the rowdy waves.
If you're nearby and needs help, he wouldn't mind letting you have half the plank. Or did you perhaps noticed him smirking while watching those Noir soldiers burns from the lightning he send? ]
B: Victory is when he doesn't need to bleach his uniform, again.
[ He's in zero mood for celebration, so instead of staying back like some of the heroes, Tieria pushes his way out of the crowd, looking for a quiet spot to rest. He's exhausted from being low on mana and fighting on shore (he knew he made the right decision picking up Forseti). He's also sporting a couple of cuts and bruises but eh, he's dealing with them, by gritting his teeth mostly because he sucks at healing.
If you're nearby, don't bother him.
Really. Don't. ]
C: Wildcards
[ Hit me up with anything! ]