ISKRA
He doesn't have long to consider their plans about stopping flight or not with their available means. Too used to limited range and power, he's perhaps more focused on exploiting weak points than they are, but the brute force approach seems to be effective, some tension in his shoulders easing as the beast careens down nearby. "Good," he mutters, ready to extinguish this threat too. It's staggered a bit by their efforts, and now with it in better view and a bit handicapped, Iskra feels braver about peeking out from the shelter. Perhaps with all of them descending upon it, this will be it's final rest.
Lit match in hand, Iskra steps in alongside Jack, leaving space, but equally edging closer to the daemon. Closer than he'd like, to be sure, to be counted as in range, so he sure is fucking hoping the lightning and whatever Deimos will conjure can keep it down. Iskra sends his fire towards the dragon as he draws in a steadying breath, concentrating on the thread of magic glimmering like a livewire amid a dark space between him and the match.
Iskra steps in range and fire blasts embers it.
Fire Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can manipulate flames. Must be within a 5ft radius, control is weak and unstable and requires concentration.
Type: Dark | Rank: Basic
Lit match in hand, Iskra steps in alongside Jack, leaving space, but equally edging closer to the daemon. Closer than he'd like, to be sure, to be counted as in range, so he sure is fucking hoping the lightning and whatever Deimos will conjure can keep it down. Iskra sends his fire towards the dragon as he draws in a steadying breath, concentrating on the thread of magic glimmering like a livewire amid a dark space between him and the match.
Iskra steps in range and fire blasts embers it.
Fire Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can manipulate flames. Must be within a 5ft radius, control is weak and unstable and requires concentration.
Type: Dark | Rank: Basic
This thing we call life has been taking its toll
