Neron
"I can believe it. I hope I died dramatically in your dreams," Neron says with a grin that's entirely fanged at this point, the Hailstorm taking a few steps back so he might ogle observe Morgan as she removes her cloak and gets her hammer ready. Already there are all kinds of things leaping up on his tongue - seductive things, cheeky things, entirely inappropriate for training things... ah, what a shame that's not what they're here for.
"Alright," he murmurs, kicking about a couple of rocks, looking for all the world like he's not prepared at all for a fight. At least he's taken his hands out of his coat pockets, though. And as Morgan gives him the go ahead, he nods to her. "I won't hold back," he warns, and without further ado, a flurry of icy spears are launched in the Warden's direction.
"Alright," he murmurs, kicking about a couple of rocks, looking for all the world like he's not prepared at all for a fight. At least he's taken his hands out of his coat pockets, though. And as Morgan gives him the go ahead, he nods to her. "I won't hold back," he warns, and without further ado, a flurry of icy spears are launched in the Warden's direction.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
