Rock of ages, rock of ages
Still rolling, keep rolling
***
Still rolling, keep rolling
***
Hail, hail, the gang's all here. Shrike and Pavetta joined the fray with all the weight of allies bursting onto a pitched battlefield - because that's what they were. A thunderbird buzzed him from behind as he paused long enough to mark their arrival, missing his neck only by the barest margin of luck. Enraged, he heaved his tail blade at the dark shape as it flew overhead, hilting the weapon to the bone in its thigh.
Not the smartest move.
Inertia carried the storm crow forward, dragging Raymond stumbling with it by the tail until his counterweight made the beast plow headfirst into the ground with a sickening crack! It was enough to drag an incredulous laugh from his throat as he untangled blade and limb from the beast's twitching body, but the sound came without a smile. In fact, none of the red stallion's devil-may-care demeanor had made it this far into the battle. His eyes flashed like iron, his muscles twitched like tripwires waiting to spring. What remained of him was raw and animalistic, acting and reaction with singular unfeeling intensity.
The air prickled with a swelling burst of ozone, setting Raymond's hackles on end. Overhead, one of the thunderbirds that had borne witness to the fall of its comrade flared its wing and churned the stormy air with an unearthly shriek.
Raymond looked up, gritted his teeth -
His vision burst with white-hot light as a jagged finger of lightning arced down from the clouds and ricocheted off his skin like a bullet and struck the thunderbird in the chest. As it faltered, a titanic pair of jaws reached forward and plucked the stunned bird out of the air by its still-outstretched wing, tossing it far, far aside with a single careless shake. Ruth was finally there. Raymond sagged briefly in her shadow as he gathered himself against the shock of reflecting the lightning blast, but he knew he did not have the luxury of time.
Marked now by the signs of a battle properly joined, Raymond steeled himself and leapt forward to join Calliope. If he could not protect her from her own recklessness, he would kill with her, and give the thunderbirds such an end that they could scarcely hope to forget. At long last all of the monster hunters were joined as one in glorious combat, and with an opponent worthy of songs.
Not the smartest move.
Inertia carried the storm crow forward, dragging Raymond stumbling with it by the tail until his counterweight made the beast plow headfirst into the ground with a sickening crack! It was enough to drag an incredulous laugh from his throat as he untangled blade and limb from the beast's twitching body, but the sound came without a smile. In fact, none of the red stallion's devil-may-care demeanor had made it this far into the battle. His eyes flashed like iron, his muscles twitched like tripwires waiting to spring. What remained of him was raw and animalistic, acting and reaction with singular unfeeling intensity.
The air prickled with a swelling burst of ozone, setting Raymond's hackles on end. Overhead, one of the thunderbirds that had borne witness to the fall of its comrade flared its wing and churned the stormy air with an unearthly shriek.
Raymond looked up, gritted his teeth -
His vision burst with white-hot light as a jagged finger of lightning arced down from the clouds and ricocheted off his skin like a bullet and struck the thunderbird in the chest. As it faltered, a titanic pair of jaws reached forward and plucked the stunned bird out of the air by its still-outstretched wing, tossing it far, far aside with a single careless shake. Ruth was finally there. Raymond sagged briefly in her shadow as he gathered himself against the shock of reflecting the lightning blast, but he knew he did not have the luxury of time.
Marked now by the signs of a battle properly joined, Raymond steeled himself and leapt forward to join Calliope. If he could not protect her from her own recklessness, he would kill with her, and give the thunderbirds such an end that they could scarcely hope to forget. At long last all of the monster hunters were joined as one in glorious combat, and with an opponent worthy of songs.
***
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
@Calliope @Shrike @Pavetta
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