It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
His brows furrowed minutely at the news; mostly out of frustration, some strange communication that would need to be addressed when he returned home. “Glad you can help,” he nodded, all business a moment later. One glance towards Liam’s sword had hm pondering, keeping his sigh at bay. “Do you have anything with a longer range as well? If not, I could make something,” preferably the quicker the better. Having faced many an ursur, he didn’t particularly like the idea of close proximities, where one slash of a claw could leave devastating marks. His magic would be able to keep multitudes of shields and assaults within the impending battle, but even the Sword could acknowledge he couldn’t be everywhere at once.
The roar echoed again, and he knew they were running out of opportunities, and his gaze went to the companions. “Make sure they keep themselves out of its reach too.” That warning was clear; he certainly wouldn’t be sending Belial anywhere except for at a grander height, to witness and spy from other angles; the only loss he intended today was the bear.
The roar echoed again, and he knew they were running out of opportunities, and his gaze went to the companions. “Make sure they keep themselves out of its reach too.” That warning was clear; he certainly wouldn’t be sending Belial anywhere except for at a grander height, to witness and spy from other angles; the only loss he intended today was the bear.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
