SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
The wolf did not last long. Its star-gleam jaws closed around one gourd, and another, and shunted a drove of the gnashing biters off the edge of the bridge to tumble towards a crushing death. But three more latched onto its legs, while a big swollen monster of a pumpkin took a chunk out of its flank, and before long the summon dissolved into shimmering dust.
That left Seren and her staff, and she really got a chance to test her skills here. It was not a weapon she had used long, but it did solid work in bashing, breaking and smashing the vampire gourds as they charged. She stomped one to a gory pulp with a foot when it tried to take a nibble out of her shin, then had to stagger back to avoid two more.
Aurelia's warning had the soldier-in-training duck and come scurrying back, so that the flames would not scorch herself too. A memory of pain pulsed through her hands at the sight of it, but adrenaline left no room for introspection.
"Umbra!" she called out, hardly aware that she screamed with her voice too... and from above came the responding call of her dragon. He crashed down through the canopy on vast wings, a blue shadow with blue-white flames licking his jaws. When he exhaled, it was in a torrent of heat that made Seren's skin tighten and dry up... and she hoped desperately that the bridge would not burn alongside the pumpkins.
A sickly sweet scent of roasted vegetable began to fill the air. Sickly, because it made Seren's stomach growl. "This is really not the time to think about dinner, is it," she remarked at Aurelia - it seemed she had inherited her father's inability to stay serious in tense situations.
That left Seren and her staff, and she really got a chance to test her skills here. It was not a weapon she had used long, but it did solid work in bashing, breaking and smashing the vampire gourds as they charged. She stomped one to a gory pulp with a foot when it tried to take a nibble out of her shin, then had to stagger back to avoid two more.
Aurelia's warning had the soldier-in-training duck and come scurrying back, so that the flames would not scorch herself too. A memory of pain pulsed through her hands at the sight of it, but adrenaline left no room for introspection.
"Umbra!" she called out, hardly aware that she screamed with her voice too... and from above came the responding call of her dragon. He crashed down through the canopy on vast wings, a blue shadow with blue-white flames licking his jaws. When he exhaled, it was in a torrent of heat that made Seren's skin tighten and dry up... and she hoped desperately that the bridge would not burn alongside the pumpkins.
A sickly sweet scent of roasted vegetable began to fill the air. Sickly, because it made Seren's stomach growl. "This is really not the time to think about dinner, is it," she remarked at Aurelia - it seemed she had inherited her father's inability to stay serious in tense situations.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
