10-08-2017, 12:02 AM
Miranda was mentally exhausted from this whole ordeal. Her mind knew damn well from the beginning that power itself was something Kuzu would gun for the majority of the time. What exactly made this little venture any different? Why did Miranda have any hopes of him turning down this Dragonling freak? Miranda gritted her teeth as her eye's gaze skittered about the rubble and ash. Renji was quick to discard the heavy article of clothing as the battle started. As the rest of the party worked on finishing the reinforcements the lizard bastard called upon. As a result, Miranda was largely ignored, with Renji's attention falling upon someone else. Frost's hands dove into the rubble, turning over pieces of broken wall, and moving pieces of ruined furnature. Eventually she'd find it and in remarkable condition.
The fabric itself held a few tears here and there, but the coat itself was still fully usable. Smirking to herself, the azure light of her eyes narrowed upon the darkloid. That thing had lead the assault on the keep and was the leader of the hordes of scum that seemed to continuously come at them. Perhaps if it was taken out, the power of the chips would be negated if not lessened. This venture would be the best choice to look into for her. She didn't really want to fight Kuzu-boy after all, even with all the trouble he had put her through. Miranda would hoist the coat upon her shoulder before making her way back to the stage of battle.
Slowly she'd slip her hands through the coat's sleeves, pulling its weight evenly over her body. She'd almost had gotten used to not wearing the damn thing. The sheer weight of it severely impacted her speed. Her steps had become heavy, with the heel of her boot cracking the stone flooring with every step. She watched as Kuzu renewed his aggression, attacking the scythe wielding girl and his handsome protector of sorts. Her eye would transition from blue to a burning crimson. Red flames seemed to pulse from her body, colescing above her head in the form of a burning halo. From her back the red flames jetted out before taking the shape of six wings with a total wingspan of thirteen feet.
"Kuzu... You arn't completely wrong.", She'd call out to him, forcing him to turn to her. "I guess we should have a little fun, but there in lies the problem....". She'd thrust out her arm, her bladed claw outstretched towards the Darkloid. "This asshole has made a fool of you. Why don't you help me out here and bring him down to Earth for me so I can rip him apart. Do that for me and I'll give you a treat only you here would appreciate fully."
"Well, when you put it like that darling, I guess I don't have much of choice, now do I?", Kuzu-boy would reply, his hungry smile widening at the thought.
Quickly his wings stretched outward and flapped hard against the ground, propelling the demon into the air.
"Kuzuru, what are you--", he'd begin, the staff in his clutches moving to protect him from the onslaught that was coming.
Kuzu would swipe an arm downard, his blades of course blocked by the spellcaster's staff but the move itself was enough to break the dragon scum's concentration, forcing it to the ground.
Miranda was already running at this point, her crimson eye leering at the recovering asshole, its staff glowing in yellow light, a hastily built dome covering him. Miranda cried out, thrusting her claw against the force field, which did little to slow the advance of her hand as it grabbed a hold upon the Darkloid's staff.
"Y-you worm", the darkloid spat out, attempting to yank his staff free of miranda's grip. Her claw merely tightened its hold upon the staff, her claws digging into the weapon's structure.
"That makes you worm food then", she'd retort, her other fist storming in, colliding with its scaly face like an unstoppable train. Miranda watched as its body was ripped away from the staff, its body sent head over heels backwards, skittering accross the rubble infested stone flooring.
"Get up. Give me a reason to hammer you back down."
The fabric itself held a few tears here and there, but the coat itself was still fully usable. Smirking to herself, the azure light of her eyes narrowed upon the darkloid. That thing had lead the assault on the keep and was the leader of the hordes of scum that seemed to continuously come at them. Perhaps if it was taken out, the power of the chips would be negated if not lessened. This venture would be the best choice to look into for her. She didn't really want to fight Kuzu-boy after all, even with all the trouble he had put her through. Miranda would hoist the coat upon her shoulder before making her way back to the stage of battle.
Slowly she'd slip her hands through the coat's sleeves, pulling its weight evenly over her body. She'd almost had gotten used to not wearing the damn thing. The sheer weight of it severely impacted her speed. Her steps had become heavy, with the heel of her boot cracking the stone flooring with every step. She watched as Kuzu renewed his aggression, attacking the scythe wielding girl and his handsome protector of sorts. Her eye would transition from blue to a burning crimson. Red flames seemed to pulse from her body, colescing above her head in the form of a burning halo. From her back the red flames jetted out before taking the shape of six wings with a total wingspan of thirteen feet.
"Kuzu... You arn't completely wrong.", She'd call out to him, forcing him to turn to her. "I guess we should have a little fun, but there in lies the problem....". She'd thrust out her arm, her bladed claw outstretched towards the Darkloid. "This asshole has made a fool of you. Why don't you help me out here and bring him down to Earth for me so I can rip him apart. Do that for me and I'll give you a treat only you here would appreciate fully."
"Well, when you put it like that darling, I guess I don't have much of choice, now do I?", Kuzu-boy would reply, his hungry smile widening at the thought.
Quickly his wings stretched outward and flapped hard against the ground, propelling the demon into the air.
"Kuzuru, what are you--", he'd begin, the staff in his clutches moving to protect him from the onslaught that was coming.
Kuzu would swipe an arm downard, his blades of course blocked by the spellcaster's staff but the move itself was enough to break the dragon scum's concentration, forcing it to the ground.
Miranda was already running at this point, her crimson eye leering at the recovering asshole, its staff glowing in yellow light, a hastily built dome covering him. Miranda cried out, thrusting her claw against the force field, which did little to slow the advance of her hand as it grabbed a hold upon the Darkloid's staff.
"Y-you worm", the darkloid spat out, attempting to yank his staff free of miranda's grip. Her claw merely tightened its hold upon the staff, her claws digging into the weapon's structure.
"That makes you worm food then", she'd retort, her other fist storming in, colliding with its scaly face like an unstoppable train. Miranda watched as its body was ripped away from the staff, its body sent head over heels backwards, skittering accross the rubble infested stone flooring.
"Get up. Give me a reason to hammer you back down."
"I've been here before, used to this kind of war. Crossfire grind through the sand. The orders were easy: 'It's kill or be killed'. Blood on both sides will be spilled."
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