ISKRA
Leave your words underneath my feet
Leave these demons that haunt my street
I'll find my way out and never look back
Leave these demons that haunt my street
I'll find my way out and never look back
Each flash of scale inspires the potential of the beast they search for, but after the initial flare of maybe, it quickly fades into the rather ordinary lizard that it is. It continues enough that he begins to grow a touch lax, not quite believing each rounded corner or crevice to have the potential of what he seeks any longer. He remains thorough though, occasionally glancing up towards the others to see if they're in a similar boat or not.
The screech that Jack unearths with his wind however, has Iskra's head snapping up and around. "You found it!" he calls out brightly, relieved more than worried for the time being that the search is at an end. That's short-lived once the trajectory of the creature is clear. "Oh, shit," he breathes, and yanks then for the heat that pulses like an unending presence inside him now. Not particularly wanting to melt Jack's face off (although, it poses an interesting would you rather—torn up or melted off?), and not so green as to whip fire right towards them, Iskra he instead directs flame with purpose.
It's a quick flare that rushes up the reeds, catching like a pillar that climbs up in front of Jack, out of arm's reach, but tall and hot. It's meant to change the temperature of the air, enough to offset the aimed flight of the cockatrice with any luck. He snuffs the fire out with an urgent yank, flame swallowing back into nothing until embers are all that lingers, quickly dimming to soot. Thankfully the grass is such wet and fresh growth it has some resistance to immediately burning, but he'd prefer to keep the warmth from erupting through the terrain in a reckless gallop.
Iskra uses fire near Jack and the cockatrice to try and heat the air and fuck it's flight up
Fire Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control flames. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
The screech that Jack unearths with his wind however, has Iskra's head snapping up and around. "You found it!" he calls out brightly, relieved more than worried for the time being that the search is at an end. That's short-lived once the trajectory of the creature is clear. "Oh, shit," he breathes, and yanks then for the heat that pulses like an unending presence inside him now. Not particularly wanting to melt Jack's face off (although, it poses an interesting would you rather—torn up or melted off?), and not so green as to whip fire right towards them, Iskra he instead directs flame with purpose.
It's a quick flare that rushes up the reeds, catching like a pillar that climbs up in front of Jack, out of arm's reach, but tall and hot. It's meant to change the temperature of the air, enough to offset the aimed flight of the cockatrice with any luck. He snuffs the fire out with an urgent yank, flame swallowing back into nothing until embers are all that lingers, quickly dimming to soot. Thankfully the grass is such wet and fresh growth it has some resistance to immediately burning, but he'd prefer to keep the warmth from erupting through the terrain in a reckless gallop.
Iskra uses fire near Jack and the cockatrice to try and heat the air and fuck it's flight up
Fire Manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control flames. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered | Cost: Action
I was born just to drown
So bury my dreams
'Cause it's all in my head
So bury my dreams
'Cause it's all in my head
