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Tch.
This needs to end. Now.
The dragons take little heed of the fire and ice as Jason shoots higher, chased by the icy flames and doing his best to evade the plasma hooks. Driven by a settling panic and sheer protectiveness, Mimring pursues his master heedless of what pain or frigid cold he might be in. The orange aura even intensifies until he reaches the Shapeshifter, as if a last ditch effort to make it to the other dragon before being frozen solid--
Thuri!
-- and reach him he does, the bright electricity surging with a heated aura taking a slightly different form than expected. The instants before their merging, an idea- an impulse- ran from master to dragon and they knew precisely in those moments what needed to be done. Rather than an incomplete suit of armor spread across Jason's body, the brilliant gold is focused almost purely on Jason's head, neck, and shoulders, the helm thicker than the rest even atop the Darkwing's dense crown of bone. From snout to forelegs, the only openings in the armor are the eyes and nostrils, even holding the great beast's neck in position.
Jason continues to fly upwards, not even so much as slowed down by the armor that has turned his front into a battering ram. Angling out of the magma blossom snare trap, the dragon makes a straight, swift course for... the ceiling. Hot and cold nip at his extremities simply by proximity- the ice and the plasma are both right on his tail and he needs to act now. Orange becomes a verdant green once more- if it helps, it helps, and perhaps they can break through some tactic of their adversary to stop this last-ditch attempt in its tracks.
Something slices past Jason, grazing the armor just behind his jaw and leaving a sizeable laceration but missing its intended mark of Jason himself. Despite the lack of injury, it was far too close for comfort, they need to move--
Break through!
This thought runs across the link even as the airborne battering ram crashes into the shaking ceiling. For a split second both are concerned that this won't work- but the cracked, damage stone gives way. The full force and momentum of a fleeing dragon bursts from the frigid, hazardous chamber into the intense midday heat of the desert, its light and radiance spilling into the pyramid like a wound. The heat is almost a relief after the dangeous, near-fatal cold inside the pyramid and as soon as he has broken into the sky Jason angles downward to both hide his location from his enemy and create a barrier to stave off pursuing attacks.
But the dragons do not intend to stick around and see how their would-be killer will deal with this new development. The angled dive simply increases Jason's momentum, and when he feels he has picked up enough speed he sharply pulls up to escape into the Egypt sky, allowing the hot updrafts of air to do the work for him in gaining enough altitude that pursuit, and by extention combat, would be nearly impossible.
We're not dying today.
Can't promise anything this week. With any luck I'll be available late at night on Friday and Saturday, but I've got a lot of extenuating real-life circumstances right now and this week is super hectic.
Apologies in advance for any delays.
Apologies in advance for any delays.
How dare you!
Mimring's thought shoots through Jason's mind in an indignant surge of warmth, not directed at his master but at his enemy. A proud dragon's wrath at their enemy so much at aiming his staff at Jason, a clear marker of hostile intent drawing the dragon's ire. Without prompting he adjusts course to shoot straight for the night-colored drake. The fact that the duo made the first hostile actions doesn't matter- the very action of this enemy even threatening to attack Jason is enough to send Mimring into protective indignation. This insurgent will regret the moment he so much as pointed his staff at Mimring's master, when his blood drains into the Nile and turns the river red--
Before Mimring even reaches Jason his form seems to burst once again, surging with a bright aura of heat as if in an attack, but it becomes clear this is not the case. Instead of lightning shooting wildly into the surrounding air, the electricity seems aimed more directly towards Jason, encircling and embracing him defensively. In an instant the draconic lightning streak becomes brilliantly pristine golden armor that covers the Darkwing Firedrake almost completely-- almost. At a glance it's impossible to tell if this is only a partial suit of armor or if pieces are missing, but most notably sections of the tail, limbs, and face lack armor, an open-faced helm crowning the top of his skull and cascading into aureate plates that protect his neck, main body, and joints. This armor continues down his spine until his first tail ring, not even sparing his dorsal membrane which lies pressed between his back and the armor itself.
The armor exudes a bright orange-red aura even before it fully forms, raising the surrounding temperatures considerably despite Jason only just releasing his own torrent of azure fire. Even the frigid and brittle air would be at least delayed, combating against a constantly-produced layer of fire's heat. The sudden movement and action from Mimring sends off an instinctive danger alarm over their shared minds, and Jason reactively beats his wings hard to gain height, potentially carrying him out of Clarence's initial targeting line. Shining armor not inhibiting his movements, the Darkwing's flames continue to blast forth from his maw even as the two seek out a more strategic location.
The two take precious instants to collect themselves even while watching their enemy like a hawk. The harsh air is going to be a problem sooner or later, even with the both of them being warmed by the Spectrum Aura. And the man is gathering more cold-fire to likely attack once more, to see if one or the other can power through an attack on opposite ends of the heat spectrum and overtake the enemy. Is this a risk Jason is willing to take, though?
Mimring's attention is drawn slightly away by the rumbling of the chamber itself.
Perhaps it's time to break the ancient resting place of these silent spirits of the sand open and ascend into the sky.
Mimring's thought shoots through Jason's mind in an indignant surge of warmth, not directed at his master but at his enemy. A proud dragon's wrath at their enemy so much at aiming his staff at Jason, a clear marker of hostile intent drawing the dragon's ire. Without prompting he adjusts course to shoot straight for the night-colored drake. The fact that the duo made the first hostile actions doesn't matter- the very action of this enemy even threatening to attack Jason is enough to send Mimring into protective indignation. This insurgent will regret the moment he so much as pointed his staff at Mimring's master, when his blood drains into the Nile and turns the river red--
Before Mimring even reaches Jason his form seems to burst once again, surging with a bright aura of heat as if in an attack, but it becomes clear this is not the case. Instead of lightning shooting wildly into the surrounding air, the electricity seems aimed more directly towards Jason, encircling and embracing him defensively. In an instant the draconic lightning streak becomes brilliantly pristine golden armor that covers the Darkwing Firedrake almost completely-- almost. At a glance it's impossible to tell if this is only a partial suit of armor or if pieces are missing, but most notably sections of the tail, limbs, and face lack armor, an open-faced helm crowning the top of his skull and cascading into aureate plates that protect his neck, main body, and joints. This armor continues down his spine until his first tail ring, not even sparing his dorsal membrane which lies pressed between his back and the armor itself.
The armor exudes a bright orange-red aura even before it fully forms, raising the surrounding temperatures considerably despite Jason only just releasing his own torrent of azure fire. Even the frigid and brittle air would be at least delayed, combating against a constantly-produced layer of fire's heat. The sudden movement and action from Mimring sends off an instinctive danger alarm over their shared minds, and Jason reactively beats his wings hard to gain height, potentially carrying him out of Clarence's initial targeting line. Shining armor not inhibiting his movements, the Darkwing's flames continue to blast forth from his maw even as the two seek out a more strategic location.
The two take precious instants to collect themselves even while watching their enemy like a hawk. The harsh air is going to be a problem sooner or later, even with the both of them being warmed by the Spectrum Aura. And the man is gathering more cold-fire to likely attack once more, to see if one or the other can power through an attack on opposite ends of the heat spectrum and overtake the enemy. Is this a risk Jason is willing to take, though?
Mimring's attention is drawn slightly away by the rumbling of the chamber itself.
Perhaps it's time to break the ancient resting place of these silent spirits of the sand open and ascend into the sky.
Sunday: Night
Monday: Night
Tuesday: Unavailable
Wednesday: Unavailable
Thursday: Late night, if at all
Friday: Late night, if at all
Saturday: Late night
Post will come tonight or tomorrow.
Monday: Night
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Thursday: Late night, if at all
Friday: Late night, if at all
Saturday: Late night
Post will come tonight or tomorrow.
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Wednesday: Late night, if at all
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Saturday: Late night
The air was starting to become brittle, cold, dangerous. Perhaps a few minutes could go by at these temperatures and Jason would be fine, but a scarab's body is not equipped for frigid temperatures and Jason knows this almost instinctively. Not just that, but he isn't sure that his opponent will be changing location any time soon- he seems to have the run of the entire chamber, as far as range goes, but the Shapeshifter could always be wrong. At the end of the day, though, Jason's intended strategy of waiting out his opponent to relieve some of the tense pressure clearly isn't panning out.
This isn't working.
But he knows what he wants to do. He can't guarantee that it'll help in the end, but the boy can certainly make the attempt. If he doesn't, both dragon and master will likely die anyway- this surprising enemy doesn't look like he'll be leaving until one side or the other has perished. At least this way, Jason is reasonably certain that both can make an escape attempt and succeed if the new plan doesn't work: an open chamber and the damage inflicted to the ceiling may prove vital.
The scarab's body begins to change, obscured from view by the broken pillar Jason claimed as his hiding place. The air is reaching sharp temperatures and with it comes a spike in Mimring's worry over his master- but Jason knows that he'll be fine in the end, at least as far as the temperature goes. He flies backward from the pillar, his form bulking up and shell becoming metallic rather than shiny. Instants pass and the transition appears almost as if someone was taking a timelapse and speeding it up- where once a beetle hovered cautiously in the air, black scaled wings sprout from an increasingly reptilian body.
Whether Clarence happens to look in Jason's direction randomly or is still focused on finding Mimring, from his viewpoint a massive black dragon would seem to materialize out of nowhere, hovering near the back of the chamber, and challenge the man with a feral roar- the sound echoing and resonating throughout the chamber and causing the more-damaged structures to shake. The Darkwing Firedrake's presence, while not as befitting of the locale as Mimring's, is certainly more imposing- perhaps not longer but bulkier- a stark black creature who seems to make the broken remnants of a civilization long past tremble in awe at the very sound of his challenge.
The roar serves more purpose than simple intimidation, however. The moment Jason reveals himself with all of a dragon's vicious fanfare is the moment that an unspoken command shoots across the link- and suddenly a lightning bolt is streaking away from Clarence, trailing sparks that vanish into nothingness before either dragon can act upon them. Mimring shoots away from his adversary as quickly as he can possibly go, aiming for the back of the chamber but leaning to Jason's right, as if in an attempt to gain both distance and a favorable position near his master.
Jason can't see the lightning dragon very well at the speeds Mimring is bolting at, but something immediately seems... off. Though focused on escape, the other dragon's mind is frazzled by something akin to pain and those sparks trailing from him seem to be more like shreds of something torn up than a simple trail of energy. He is quickly gathering his bearings, but those moments of disarray worries both of them.
There's no time to act on it, though. Jason opens his maw and a stream of blazing heat pours out, blue flames visually similar to Clarence's but at temperatures equal to- higher than, even- what one would expect from fire. No cold flames, these, but dangerously hot and more than enough to warm up the immediate area. While this is a welcome development it's not exactly the fire's only purpose; the flames would obscure Jason from sight, distract further from Mimring's flight, and possibly deter approach... though, knowing how this battle has gone, that last part may not even be relevant.
This isn't working.
But he knows what he wants to do. He can't guarantee that it'll help in the end, but the boy can certainly make the attempt. If he doesn't, both dragon and master will likely die anyway- this surprising enemy doesn't look like he'll be leaving until one side or the other has perished. At least this way, Jason is reasonably certain that both can make an escape attempt and succeed if the new plan doesn't work: an open chamber and the damage inflicted to the ceiling may prove vital.
The scarab's body begins to change, obscured from view by the broken pillar Jason claimed as his hiding place. The air is reaching sharp temperatures and with it comes a spike in Mimring's worry over his master- but Jason knows that he'll be fine in the end, at least as far as the temperature goes. He flies backward from the pillar, his form bulking up and shell becoming metallic rather than shiny. Instants pass and the transition appears almost as if someone was taking a timelapse and speeding it up- where once a beetle hovered cautiously in the air, black scaled wings sprout from an increasingly reptilian body.
Whether Clarence happens to look in Jason's direction randomly or is still focused on finding Mimring, from his viewpoint a massive black dragon would seem to materialize out of nowhere, hovering near the back of the chamber, and challenge the man with a feral roar- the sound echoing and resonating throughout the chamber and causing the more-damaged structures to shake. The Darkwing Firedrake's presence, while not as befitting of the locale as Mimring's, is certainly more imposing- perhaps not longer but bulkier- a stark black creature who seems to make the broken remnants of a civilization long past tremble in awe at the very sound of his challenge.
The roar serves more purpose than simple intimidation, however. The moment Jason reveals himself with all of a dragon's vicious fanfare is the moment that an unspoken command shoots across the link- and suddenly a lightning bolt is streaking away from Clarence, trailing sparks that vanish into nothingness before either dragon can act upon them. Mimring shoots away from his adversary as quickly as he can possibly go, aiming for the back of the chamber but leaning to Jason's right, as if in an attempt to gain both distance and a favorable position near his master.
Jason can't see the lightning dragon very well at the speeds Mimring is bolting at, but something immediately seems... off. Though focused on escape, the other dragon's mind is frazzled by something akin to pain and those sparks trailing from him seem to be more like shreds of something torn up than a simple trail of energy. He is quickly gathering his bearings, but those moments of disarray worries both of them.
There's no time to act on it, though. Jason opens his maw and a stream of blazing heat pours out, blue flames visually similar to Clarence's but at temperatures equal to- higher than, even- what one would expect from fire. No cold flames, these, but dangerously hot and more than enough to warm up the immediate area. While this is a welcome development it's not exactly the fire's only purpose; the flames would obscure Jason from sight, distract further from Mimring's flight, and possibly deter approach... though, knowing how this battle has gone, that last part may not even be relevant.
Sunday: Unavailable
Monday: Unavailable
Tuesday: Late night, if at all
Wednesday: Late night
Thursday: Unavailable
Friday: Late night, if at all
Saturday: Late night
A post is in the works but I'm too distracted by other things right now. Apologies for the delay.
Monday: Unavailable
Tuesday: Late night, if at all
Wednesday: Late night
Thursday: Unavailable
Friday: Late night, if at all
Saturday: Late night
A post is in the works but I'm too distracted by other things right now. Apologies for the delay.
Only guarantee I'll be available late night on Friday and Saturday. May be able to work on a post before then, but no promises. Apologies for falling off the wagon this week.
I generally really don't like to break implied promises of posting on time, but I'm simply unable to concentrate tonight (might be getting sick) and will have to leave my post half-written for now. The post will come as soon as humanly possible. I'm sorry.
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