[center][h3][b]The Mark of a Champion[/b][/h3][/center][hr]His claws sinking into Jordan's body slightly, Raelis noted the shift in shape. However, the man only managed to snatch at some of his talons as none of his actual toes were exposed. Smiling within his helm, Raelis retracted his talons, let the air fall from his wings momentarily, and then kicked at the man's head. Regardless his wings would fill with air before the projectiles went off and in a flurry of swirling wind Raelis would thrust his great wings down, sending powerful gusts down to redirect their trajectory entirely.

[color=#fff79a][b]"No, you have not,"[/b][/color] he called out in response to his earlier quip, the slots in his armor closing to protect his feet once more.

He gave the man the slightest of respect for his cunning.

Only the slightest.