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Fascinating. The beast flashes a menacing smirk. Of course, Ashamin can't know that Volterra won't erupt a spike of earth beneath his heart and kill him stone dead; indeed, his monstrous appearance could make that appear quite likely, with his crimson eyes and hulking air of terror. Yet the black behemoth does not kill without good reason; whilst he is a fan of the darker things in life, he has only yet murdered in self-defence. As a result, the painted unicorn is quite safe - but whether he believes that is another thing altogether. But the man accepts, all the same - he must be desperate for whatever magic the Goddess has offered him. Sensing that the brute needs to concentrate, the red dragon vacates his back and takes to the heavens, circling a good distance away from the gold. Volterra shuts his mind, cutting the bond with both companions down to the thinnest thread of consciousness. After all, two conflicting personalities in his mind can prove distracting, even though he's slowly becoming used to Vadir's forceful presence. The older male offers a leg, and Volterra concentrates on it. "It will hurt," he warns, as though that's not obvious enough. With a rumble, his current spike collapses back into the dirt, and he aims his magic instead for the ground just beneath Ashamin's leg. With a grunt of effort, he erupts the earth into a thin, razor-sharp spike of rock, high enough to rip into flesh and muscle alike. He doesn't, however, put enough force into it that it will pierce straight through the leg, as much as there's a slight temptation to do so. No - he's being a good boy, attempting to cause a wound that will hurt greatly but won't irreversibly maim the unfortunate unicorn. HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE |
@Ashamn
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
