06-25-2018, 07:23 PM
Pouring a small amount of the large beverage down her gullet the pine sized mage set the flask like receptacle aside and quickly resummoned her Stardust rod. Whatever was in the drink seemed to help revitalize her body, even the pain of her broken arm seemed but a not so distant memory.
“If I am to lead us in this fight, we need to devise a plan that is utterly airtight!” A flippant wave of her hand, she slid the newly created stardust rod into the hoop on her robes. She was going to need to make the robes ones again, the fresh clothes she had painstakingly crafted for Dante’s Abyss were tattered, charred and covered in dust.
The not so whimsical clown eyeballed the drink sitting off to the side, It’s painted nose scrunched up at the repulsively fruity drink.
“I would feel better if we had a grasp of what each other can do, it would give us a strategic advantage most true.” Shantottos ears twitched unknowingly while she spoke, a side effect of the strong drink now coursing through her body.
The clown burst out laughing! It’s mandible unhindging as the denizen of the macroverse splayed row upon row of razor sharp teeth. “Oooh hoo Behold my dead lights and know fear!” the clown said, seemingly bypassing the rules of the tournament.The gaping maw snapped shut with the same force as a crocodile. Picking up the mouslike mage It seemed to sniff the very air, before placing the mage upon the tiled floor once again.
“You don't have fear?” The clown asked, a puzzled look upon its face.
“For one who has met defeat for the first time, Harboring fear would be the utmost crime.” The mage said flippantly, grasping a small inkling of what made the macroverse monster tick.
“If the scent of fear is what you seek, than our enemies of it we shall make them reek.” The mage said.
A twisted grin filled the clowns features.
“If I am to lead us in this fight, we need to devise a plan that is utterly airtight!” A flippant wave of her hand, she slid the newly created stardust rod into the hoop on her robes. She was going to need to make the robes ones again, the fresh clothes she had painstakingly crafted for Dante’s Abyss were tattered, charred and covered in dust.
The not so whimsical clown eyeballed the drink sitting off to the side, It’s painted nose scrunched up at the repulsively fruity drink.
“I would feel better if we had a grasp of what each other can do, it would give us a strategic advantage most true.” Shantottos ears twitched unknowingly while she spoke, a side effect of the strong drink now coursing through her body.
The clown burst out laughing! It’s mandible unhindging as the denizen of the macroverse splayed row upon row of razor sharp teeth. “Oooh hoo Behold my dead lights and know fear!” the clown said, seemingly bypassing the rules of the tournament.The gaping maw snapped shut with the same force as a crocodile. Picking up the mouslike mage It seemed to sniff the very air, before placing the mage upon the tiled floor once again.
“You don't have fear?” The clown asked, a puzzled look upon its face.
“For one who has met defeat for the first time, Harboring fear would be the utmost crime.” The mage said flippantly, grasping a small inkling of what made the macroverse monster tick.
“If the scent of fear is what you seek, than our enemies of it we shall make them reek.” The mage said.
A twisted grin filled the clowns features.