Thalassa
When the ROUS breaks free, it stumbles weakly towards her. It obviously isn't going to get far, but she stills darts out of the way, blinking out of existence until she stood a few feet away. Then she loosens a heavy sigh, bored with this pathetic game of chase, and the poor performance of the fyrhund. Leaning against the wall, she props and elbow on her arm and sends a tendril of flame towards the ROUS, like a snake on the hunt. It weaves through the air before colliding with the smoldering fur of its side. Another screech echoes through the cavern, skin sizzling to accent the scent of charred flesh. The creature falls to the floor, writhing and struggling against the death clutching it.
Tired of hearing the ruckus, Thal flicks her wrist, a dagger imbedding in its skull with a wet thud. It goes limp, blood oozing slowly onto the floor as she looks to the younger Ancient, disappointment and judgement clear in the purse of her lips. "You call that pulling your weight?" She'd expected more, and by the way Thal's tail flicks, she's obviously irritated with doing most of the work.
ROUS HP: 0/694
Tired of hearing the ruckus, Thal flicks her wrist, a dagger imbedding in its skull with a wet thud. It goes limp, blood oozing slowly onto the floor as she looks to the younger Ancient, disappointment and judgement clear in the purse of her lips. "You call that pulling your weight?" She'd expected more, and by the way Thal's tail flicks, she's obviously irritated with doing most of the work.
ROUS HP: 0/694
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