we live in a world someone else imagined
Glancing around at the touch of a hand to his shoulder and a warm, familiar presence in his thoughts, Ronin gives Noah a smile in return, listening close as he explains while Sugar takes to the skies overhead. "They sound delightful," he remarks, continuing to gather himself and his thoughts as they continue along the trail.
Sugar's warning trill comes only a moment before the elementals come into view, the dragonling circling around to avoid any ice shards directed her way. Ronin, however, does the opposite. "I'll draw them in," he says, slipping forward and throwing his arm up, where it shifts and morphs into a vast fan of fiery crimson. If nothing else, the icy spears might melt against the feathery shield of his phoenix wing; the Huntsman is fairly confident he can walk it off afterwards.
Ronin partially shifts his arm into a phoenix's wing, planning to draw all of the attention/aggro to let the others attack!
Sugar's warning trill comes only a moment before the elementals come into view, the dragonling circling around to avoid any ice shards directed her way. Ronin, however, does the opposite. "I'll draw them in," he says, slipping forward and throwing his arm up, where it shifts and morphs into a vast fan of fiery crimson. If nothing else, the icy spears might melt against the feathery shield of his phoenix wing; the Huntsman is fairly confident he can walk it off afterwards.
Ronin partially shifts his arm into a phoenix's wing, planning to draw all of the attention/aggro to let the others attack!
the dark star
