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It looks rather painful as the spike pierces the skin, and Volterra watches with gruesome interest. In battle, he has mostly used his magic to trip and trap his opponents, rather than skewer them in this manner. However, it is nothing if not effective, and he files away the notion for future fights. Ashamin's pain is evident, and despite himself the stallion feels a brutal stab of pleasure at the notion of wielding such agony. The older male's elongated tail swings, which the beast takes as another sign of discomfort. He's unsure how long the pain has to last for the quest to be considered a success, but as blood fountains down the rock he thinks it's probably time to stop. With a flex of his mind, he crumbles the structure back into dust, feeling the familiar drain on his strength as he does so. His dragons, scenting blood, grow excited at the notion of prey, but a powerful eruption of their bonded's mind quickly deters them from striking. They will save their energy for another day, for another unfortunate creature. As the painted one thanks him, Volterra lifts a sculpted eyebrow. How graceful, to thank the man that carved up his leg! "You're very welcome," he replies, cheerily. Inflicting pain is always fun for the macabre youngster, so the deal worked out quite well for both parties. "You should probably consult a healer, though," he points out, eyeing the wound. Unless that compromises the quest, but somehow the beast doesn't think even Moony is sick enough to make her worshippers risk infection in order to please her. Deciding to leave Ashamin to his wounds, the behemoth dips his massive head in a goodbye nod. Then, dragons in tow, he moves away, skulking back into the shadows. HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE |
@Ashamin
[ 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 ]
