A third strike, and Jigano bit back the triumphant grin, unused to this level of success against the General, but pleased and proud nonetheless that he had managed to improve since their training sessions had begun in seasons past. His bruises from the whirlwind still smarted and his skin was rippling hard with goosebumps as the Deepfrost cold cut through even the false heat of the adrenaline coursing through him, but Deimos was swift to adapt to the new distance between them, responding in kind to the spears with flaming arrows.
Maybe it was the cold slowing his reactions down, or the lack of tail that made his aerial maneuvering less graceful. Maybe it was how slow he had been flying in order to launch the spears with any pretense of aim, or maybe it was simply Deimos's own skill that did it, but Jigano floundered as he tried to dodge the flaming arrows, wings slipping in the cold, thermal-less air, unable to propel him out of the way in time. Fire struck true, blunted tip clattering through scale-feathered pinions though thankfully the scales themselves were far less flammable than true feathers would have been. It was enough to disrupt the beat of his left wing, singed and scorched though not ablaze, as the bard tumbled from his aerial advantage, shifting to his raven form to gain control of his descent and then back again as soon as he realized the remaining embers could do more damage to him in that form.
He hit the snow hard, air knocked out of him as he lay there for a few moments, gathering wits and breath before focusing on Healing himself of his hurts. Only then did he push himself up, slowly dusting the snow from his trousers and pulling his wet tunics slowly back into place as he gave Deimos a measured, sardonic smile. "So... the Air Manipulation is new, yes?"
Maybe it was the cold slowing his reactions down, or the lack of tail that made his aerial maneuvering less graceful. Maybe it was how slow he had been flying in order to launch the spears with any pretense of aim, or maybe it was simply Deimos's own skill that did it, but Jigano floundered as he tried to dodge the flaming arrows, wings slipping in the cold, thermal-less air, unable to propel him out of the way in time. Fire struck true, blunted tip clattering through scale-feathered pinions though thankfully the scales themselves were far less flammable than true feathers would have been. It was enough to disrupt the beat of his left wing, singed and scorched though not ablaze, as the bard tumbled from his aerial advantage, shifting to his raven form to gain control of his descent and then back again as soon as he realized the remaining embers could do more damage to him in that form.
He hit the snow hard, air knocked out of him as he lay there for a few moments, gathering wits and breath before focusing on Healing himself of his hurts. Only then did he push himself up, slowly dusting the snow from his trousers and pulling his wet tunics slowly back into place as he gave Deimos a measured, sardonic smile. "So... the Air Manipulation is new, yes?"
