M A X E N C E  we can just pretend / we'll make it home again from everything now ☩ It was the brontide of wings larger than life that had stirred the commander from within the heights of the tower, beckoning him from the depths of his chamber to the window sill. In a manner of seconds he was greeted with the terrifying blow of a Teryr's tail pommelling against the stone, brick and mortar, Sending Maxence against the opposite wall like a flea shaken from a lion. Moments passed and the commander still could not come to his senses enough to work out just what on earth was happening. Primarily he assumed it had been an attack, and an actual explosion at that, but it was as he wrenched himself to a standing position that he recalled the howling of wings tearing through wind and the filthy scaled that collided with his skin through the window pane. A Teryr. Sucking in a shuddering breath, the Commander pinned his wings against his sides and made a leap for the broad tower windows, only just managing to soar through in time to flare his wings and catch upon the wind. "TERYR!" He roared over the fort, aiming his flight upward and over the second tower until he descended upon the arena where the beast and his cowering children lay in wait. Landing with a vibrant, booming THUD upon the sand, sweeping a spray of dirt and debris in his wake the King gave his rallying cry. "TO ARMS, SOLTERRA!" Maxence's health for this fight is 50 Maxences attack is 23 |
