COLT
My clothes still smell like smoke
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
The ice that Nova fires out doesn’t quite fulfill its intended effect, unable to fully cleave through the beast’s hide and pin it. It does sink through the outer layers of scale though, delivering another smattering of damage that is beginning to stack against the allogator’s patience, bit by bit enduring harm and failure for its reach.
Grimm’s skippity pap connects with a solid force against the allogator’s head, and whether stunned or not, it stills, mouth gaping, as if it means to provide a threatening display of teeth to ward off these continued attacks. Swinging from wild movement to stillness, other than the continued rumble of warning in its throat. It’d be a mistake to think it tired, although these are beasts meant for lazing. Instead, it’s trying to lure them in. Working through other senses now that the blind reality has sunk in.
Its tail snaps, body lurching slightly as Liam’s blade hacks through some of the outer layer, the force of the strike felt more than the sever. Not close enough to it’s teeth though, it continues to wait. It waits, until it is nearly decimated.
Ronin’s six bolts so thoroughly damage the creature that it smokes faintly in the aftermath of the searing light. A rumble that they cannot hear, but can feel, pours out as the allogator succumbs to agony and risk. It lumbers forward again, its movements slow, scaled charred, and it seems to be trying to haul itself to the shore now, where water serves it better than land. To escape, or to finally get the upper hand, remains to be seen.
She only has a moment, but she can tell immediately that she’s made the wrong choice in terms of avoiding disruption yet again. Ronin looks like hell, enough bags beneath his eyes to send him on holiday for a month. She winces, sucking air through her teeth in an apology that doesn’t quite make it out as the six shots from him flare out and strike true. It’s so bright for a moment she has to glance away beneath the shield of a hand, and by the time Ronin’s voice has hit her and she can look up again, he’s gone. The aftermath of the allogator is well worth it though, because it looks like toast now. ”That man definitely needs a fuckin’ statue,” she breathes, and the IOU gets tucked into the back of her mind, perhaps he’s owed six of them really. A sigh of relief bends into a whoop of triumph, laughter edging in on breath as she reaches back for another arrow.
”Almost done!” she encourages, nocking the sharpened tip and pulling back, releasing it at the beast’s retreating side.
Allogator HP: 827.5 - 708.5 = 119
Colt HP: 144
Nova HP: 114
Grimm HP: 95
Liam HP: 80
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
Grimm’s skippity pap connects with a solid force against the allogator’s head, and whether stunned or not, it stills, mouth gaping, as if it means to provide a threatening display of teeth to ward off these continued attacks. Swinging from wild movement to stillness, other than the continued rumble of warning in its throat. It’d be a mistake to think it tired, although these are beasts meant for lazing. Instead, it’s trying to lure them in. Working through other senses now that the blind reality has sunk in.
Its tail snaps, body lurching slightly as Liam’s blade hacks through some of the outer layer, the force of the strike felt more than the sever. Not close enough to it’s teeth though, it continues to wait. It waits, until it is nearly decimated.
Ronin’s six bolts so thoroughly damage the creature that it smokes faintly in the aftermath of the searing light. A rumble that they cannot hear, but can feel, pours out as the allogator succumbs to agony and risk. It lumbers forward again, its movements slow, scaled charred, and it seems to be trying to haul itself to the shore now, where water serves it better than land. To escape, or to finally get the upper hand, remains to be seen.
She only has a moment, but she can tell immediately that she’s made the wrong choice in terms of avoiding disruption yet again. Ronin looks like hell, enough bags beneath his eyes to send him on holiday for a month. She winces, sucking air through her teeth in an apology that doesn’t quite make it out as the six shots from him flare out and strike true. It’s so bright for a moment she has to glance away beneath the shield of a hand, and by the time Ronin’s voice has hit her and she can look up again, he’s gone. The aftermath of the allogator is well worth it though, because it looks like toast now. ”That man definitely needs a fuckin’ statue,” she breathes, and the IOU gets tucked into the back of her mind, perhaps he’s owed six of them really. A sigh of relief bends into a whoop of triumph, laughter edging in on breath as she reaches back for another arrow.
”Almost done!” she encourages, nocking the sharpened tip and pulling back, releasing it at the beast’s retreating side.
Allogator HP: 827.5 - 708.5 = 119
Colt HP: 144
Nova HP: 114
Grimm HP: 95
Liam HP: 80
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded | Cost: Action
When fire meets gasoline
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
