I'll drown eventually so don't save me
She was doing good work with her daggers. They sliced deep through tough roots, searing as they went - until powerful hands hoisted her clean off the ground and sent the Ancient staggering to the back of the group. Baring sharp fangs with a vexed hiss at both Noah and Liam for their coddling, Maea sought to regain her balance and turned back to face the Voidbark Dude, fully intent on resumed combat. It took her a moment, with tail whipping and vision obscured by too many broad backs, and when she finally had a clear view again, Noah was already on the ground.
As she maneuvered herself into position again, Maea brought the handles of the chakram together with a snick of metal on metal, joining them together into one single throwing disc. When the demigod let loose his arrow, Lasracha followed in its wake. A silken hiss of steel slicing through air could be heard - but she didn't pause to see if it would land.
Stepping backwards, she attempted to regain some more space around herself to shift once more, in the case that the opponent did not go down with this flurry of violence. With no other weapons, it was the tiger or nothing - and she had not come here to be useless.
Maea joins her daggers together into a throwing disc and throws it at the Voidbark Dude. She then backs up to get some space, in case she needs to shift back into the Molten Tiger.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Lasracha | A pair of chakrams. The outer rim of these throwing discs are sharpened to a razor's edge, and glint with a curious crimson. Imbued with fire, they burn as well as they cut.
As she maneuvered herself into position again, Maea brought the handles of the chakram together with a snick of metal on metal, joining them together into one single throwing disc. When the demigod let loose his arrow, Lasracha followed in its wake. A silken hiss of steel slicing through air could be heard - but she didn't pause to see if it would land.
Stepping backwards, she attempted to regain some more space around herself to shift once more, in the case that the opponent did not go down with this flurry of violence. With no other weapons, it was the tiger or nothing - and she had not come here to be useless.
Maea joins her daggers together into a throwing disc and throws it at the Voidbark Dude. She then backs up to get some space, in case she needs to shift back into the Molten Tiger.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Lasracha | A pair of chakrams. The outer rim of these throwing discs are sharpened to a razor's edge, and glint with a curious crimson. Imbued with fire, they burn as well as they cut.
Maea
