A knight and a chimera wrestle
Serrah was enraged. Her lion's mouth opened wide and howled. Her leathery wings banked on the building's updraft flying up several hundreds of feet. Her body turned with the draft, barrel rolling to the side and finding Constantine crouched below in his gleaming silver plate mail.
Kiz emerged from the blizzard, tilting his head up to watch the path of Serrah through the air.
>>Kill. Kill. Kill.<<
Kiz was curious enough to see if the armor granted strength to match its protection. He stepped up to the edge of the building, but the distance would make attuning hard. Not impossible, but he'd hate to appear in the middle of a person's body. That never ended well for anyone. Serrah banked in a spiral below him. Kiz instead fixed a ledge several stories below on an adjacent building and teleported there. He hopped back and forth between the buildings until he was three stories above Constantine. He watched as Serrah barreled into the man and attempted to pin his sword arm down in the maw of her mouth. Kiz gave her fair odds, plate mail wasn't the best choice for grappling with a crazed nightmare.
Serrah was enraged. Her lion's mouth opened wide and howled. Her leathery wings banked on the building's updraft flying up several hundreds of feet. Her body turned with the draft, barrel rolling to the side and finding Constantine crouched below in his gleaming silver plate mail.
Kiz emerged from the blizzard, tilting his head up to watch the path of Serrah through the air.
>>Kill. Kill. Kill.<<
Kiz was curious enough to see if the armor granted strength to match its protection. He stepped up to the edge of the building, but the distance would make attuning hard. Not impossible, but he'd hate to appear in the middle of a person's body. That never ended well for anyone. Serrah banked in a spiral below him. Kiz instead fixed a ledge several stories below on an adjacent building and teleported there. He hopped back and forth between the buildings until he was three stories above Constantine. He watched as Serrah barreled into the man and attempted to pin his sword arm down in the maw of her mouth. Kiz gave her fair odds, plate mail wasn't the best choice for grappling with a crazed nightmare.