A set of eyes had pinned him
Became his version of a kingdom
She's everything the devil can't be
When she's singing to me "Glory"
Became his version of a kingdom
She's everything the devil can't be
When she's singing to me "Glory"
All hell broke loose and Israfel was both thrilled and terrified.
It seemed that her first attack did nothing; the flames not even hitting their mark as the Teryr twisted within the air with a mighty, blood chilling scream, diving down towards the earth and those who were unfortunate enough to be land-bound. She didn’t envy them. What unlucky fuckers, yet she wasn’t about to let them all die, even if she didn’t give a rats ass about some of them.
Fury rose within her breast, hot, scalding, righteous, and the Sun Daughter shifted, shoulders tensing, the large plumes of her wings lifting to buffet the air and stop her where she flew. She turned, back arching, gritting her teeth as vermilion eyes burned blood-red in the biting sunlight.
“Stay out of range!” She screamed to Solaris, and the Phoenix gave a return scream of acknowledgement. It was an order that Solaris had no intentions of keeping, not if it would help in the fray.
With a heaving breath, her wings swept through the air, propelling the Sun Daughter forward in a graceful, strong, powerful movement. Faster, faster, faster, she called her flames to life once more, streaking through the air like a flaming comet towards the large, looming figure of the Teryr as it writhed upon the ground, practically squishing Leviathan as it landed.
Were it a different time, Israfel would have laughed.
Levia-cake? Pancake-thian? The thought was hilarious and deserved a good laugh, but now was not the time.
Maybe afterwards, if they all survived. Hell, even if they didn’t, she hoped someone would laugh about it.
Brows furrowing, the Queen of Denocte gnashed her teeth, wind whistling in her pinned ears as she aimed to collide shoulder-first like a scorching meteor into the wing joint of the Teryr, hoping to assist the pale, little lady in crippling it.
Solaris, remaining airborne and out of range, soared gracefully closer and ignited with her own flames, dashing towards the Teryr’s thrashing face in an attempt to claw, scratch, or burn its eyes.
’Kill it!’ Solaris screamed within her mind, and Israfel laughed, just as she made to collide, wings tucking close to her sides as she dove like a lethal, flaming arrow of ivory and gold.
Summary: Israfel resists having a good laugh at the idea of ‘pancake ponies’, and falls into a dive, summoning her magic and aims to collide body and fire first into the wing joint of the Teryr, hoping to cripple it. Solaris uses her own fire, beak, and claws to attempt to scratch/burn the Teryr’s eyes, hoping to blind it, or catch its attention.
