ISKRA
The flames did not burn the beast clean through as Iskra might have hoped. In part because his strength still lacks, but mostly because the void is resilient and fierce, proof if it could withstand her fire with equal ease. The heat of it rolls back in stark contrast with the cold against his face, causing him to wince back for a moment. "Sure can!" he says with a near wild laugh as the festering creature crashes into the rocks with a well deserved rage. The spill of adrenaline is reminiscent of all their daring adventures in childhood, and for the first time since he can remember, Iskra doesn't feel a wisp of darkness lingering through him. There's a lightness born with the shedding of the grief and the fear and the doubt, and it sings through him with a reckless fervor that begs him to fly.
However foolish.
"Keep him busy!" Iskra throws to Mel just before he pulls Ampere back in his hand and whips her blade down towards the void ursur's head. All his keen axe handling and the practice of tossing them that he'd started alongside her came to a point as the crack of the lightning tool sung out clear and violent upon contact. Iskra doesn't wait, hopping off the rock in the wake of the static, teeth clenched against the frenzy of reclaiming Ampere amid blood and claw. He doesn't linger to see if it's a corpse or a really pissed off bear he's retrieving his axe from, in part because it's friend is still very much alive and nearby, and Iskra doesn't have half the skills for scaling rocks as he does for swinging an axe.
Iskra uses the following on void ursur 1
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Ampere | A greataxe decorated with engravings depicting feathers and lightning bolts. Produces lightning where its blade strikes.
However foolish.
"Keep him busy!" Iskra throws to Mel just before he pulls Ampere back in his hand and whips her blade down towards the void ursur's head. All his keen axe handling and the practice of tossing them that he'd started alongside her came to a point as the crack of the lightning tool sung out clear and violent upon contact. Iskra doesn't wait, hopping off the rock in the wake of the static, teeth clenched against the frenzy of reclaiming Ampere amid blood and claw. He doesn't linger to see if it's a corpse or a really pissed off bear he's retrieving his axe from, in part because it's friend is still very much alive and nearby, and Iskra doesn't have half the skills for scaling rocks as he does for swinging an axe.
Iskra uses the following on void ursur 1
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Ampere | A greataxe decorated with engravings depicting feathers and lightning bolts. Produces lightning where its blade strikes.
I think I lost my mind a while ago
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
