[ Fluidly, he matches her pace, the curtain of his hair a silvered streak behind him as they make haste, bridging the distance between themselves and their fallen prey. Prey, because they are the hunters in the here and now, having tracked the horde to the southern hills of Caissa. And are they not both prepared to take their kill? His companion brandishes her smile as though it were a weapon, exhilarated and made all the more fierce by it, and where he is grace, he is also without mercy for any creature, however magnificent, which would endanger human life. ]
I am Sion Astal— [ And she is a vision, her claws rivaling the dragon's own as she dismantles the beast's wings, shredding membrane and snapping bone, practiced even in her ferocity. It does not escape him, how the bracelets which gild her wrists seem to be her true weapon, no more than the way the dragon writhes, makes to lash out against her in its agony. ] —Hero King of Roland Empire.
[ Or rather, lashes out at him, for where he'd maintained his distance before, he closes in now, well aware of the pull of aggression which goes hand in hand with his rank—it is precisely his intention to draw the beast off of her, away, so that she might be better able to strike.
And so begins a dance of dodging and weaving, his golden eyes locking with the blue of her own in the briefest of moments to let her know that it's all right for him to remain like this. There is nothing about his stance with is panicked: always, he is one step ahead. ]
And it is surely a maiden of battle who graces me with her presence now.
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Sion.
[ Fluidly, he matches her pace, the curtain of his hair a silvered streak behind him as they make haste, bridging the distance between themselves and their fallen prey. Prey, because they are the hunters in the here and now, having tracked the horde to the southern hills of Caissa. And are they not both prepared to take their kill? His companion brandishes her smile as though it were a weapon, exhilarated and made all the more fierce by it, and where he is grace, he is also without mercy for any creature, however magnificent, which would endanger human life. ]
I am Sion Astal— [ And she is a vision, her claws rivaling the dragon's own as she dismantles the beast's wings, shredding membrane and snapping bone, practiced even in her ferocity. It does not escape him, how the bracelets which gild her wrists seem to be her true weapon, no more than the way the dragon writhes, makes to lash out against her in its agony. ] —Hero King of Roland Empire.
[ Or rather, lashes out at him, for where he'd maintained his distance before, he closes in now, well aware of the pull of aggression which goes hand in hand with his rank—it is precisely his intention to draw the beast off of her, away, so that she might be better able to strike.
And so begins a dance of dodging and weaving, his golden eyes locking with the blue of her own in the briefest of moments to let her know that it's all right for him to remain like this. There is nothing about his stance with is panicked: always, he is one step ahead. ]
And it is surely a maiden of battle who graces me with her presence now.