Soren
You have got that face that just says
The serpent thrashed, half-blind and bleeding void ichor and stinking blood into the steam-heavy air. Soren wheeled above, wings turning him. One eye ruined, its head snapped blindly around, but he was already climbing higher, circling for another strike.
He heard Maea’s voice—raw, charged, thick with magic that curled and bit at the edges of the cave—and it surged him on. Kai’s praises made his avian pride swell as he swooped in. He shrieked again, a wild, piercing call that echoed through the cavern like a challenge.
His talons tried to sink in just behind the serpent’s jaw. Let the others strike from afar. Soren would keep it grounded, savaged and shrieking, until there was nothing left.
Soren attacks in shift again!
He heard Maea’s voice—raw, charged, thick with magic that curled and bit at the edges of the cave—and it surged him on. Kai’s praises made his avian pride swell as he swooped in. He shrieked again, a wild, piercing call that echoed through the cavern like a challenge.
His talons tried to sink in just behind the serpent’s jaw. Let the others strike from afar. Soren would keep it grounded, savaged and shrieking, until there was nothing left.
Soren attacks in shift again!
"Baby, I was made to break your heart"
