dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
It’s a wild, ancient dance between the hunter and the hunted, made even more unusual in that the prey isn’t used to being in this position. Its agitator is too quick for it to get a handle on, so the Ursur roars its displeasure and swings around in wild circles, trying to create a safe perimeter.
Wessex has range, however, and it allows her to stay away from the serrated tusks and massive paws. She slinks around the beast as well, crouching low, electricity crackling in her open hands. To its credit, the Halovian predator will not go easy. It eyes her and snorts, pulling back on legs the width of tree trunk for a moment before charging the demigod, its shaggy hulk thundering across the Tundra, and throwing up snow in its wake. The Wraith fires off two of her electricity balls, aiming for the Ursur’s head. One hits, another goes into the shoulder, and the Ascended sprints to one side again, to give herself a hot second and plan for the third ball.
Wessex has range, however, and it allows her to stay away from the serrated tusks and massive paws. She slinks around the beast as well, crouching low, electricity crackling in her open hands. To its credit, the Halovian predator will not go easy. It eyes her and snorts, pulling back on legs the width of tree trunk for a moment before charging the demigod, its shaggy hulk thundering across the Tundra, and throwing up snow in its wake. The Wraith fires off two of her electricity balls, aiming for the Ursur’s head. One hits, another goes into the shoulder, and the Ascended sprints to one side again, to give herself a hot second and plan for the third ball.
