Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180719022744

Following her challenge, Tirush leaps.

Marcus had been knocked away, his dark aura nearly shielding him from the brunt of the initial magma eruption. Nearly, but not quite; the molten stone partially solidified around him as it flew, meaning he was battered with half-molten slag as the shockwave roared past him. It wasn't white-hot, but it wasn't enough to stop the inevitable. He finds himself rapidly sinking in the consuming morass, until he is broadsided.

Tirush swoops from the sky and digs her talons into his back, mercilessly raking him through the magma. Flaming, toppling towers of pine creak and hiss around them, and she rises briefly, holding him in front of her as they smash through one, sending splintering shards shattering everywhere. With a roar she plummets, turning rapidly as she smashes him into the churning lava.

He grabs her ankle as he falls, yanking her from her flight path, and they both topple into the lake of fire in a tangle as his fist sinks into her side. Tirush, however, is in her element. How long she can focus, she doesn't know, so she makes the most of her environment while she can. With a thuúm, a pillar of flame blasts her free of the lava, with Marcus hanging, holding on.

They reach the apex of their flight. Tirush breathes in, pumping her wings, and spins, again sinking her talons into him with a shrieking roar. The pair of them are immolated in her fiery breath as thy again plummet back down like a fiery meteor.

They land on the small landmass, the one last part of land that is unmolten, though it is slowly being overtaken. With a crash they tumble, separating. Tirush skids and lands a short distance away, standing to face her attacker. Her fists flex and open, her arms bathed in dripping dragonfire, the air shuddering around them with the torturing heat. She waits, patient, her blazing eyes watching him. Her words come as a slow thuúm, hammered into the air as the Old Speech, the thrum causing the lava to ripple.

''You are not of my husband's blood. You are not of my children's blood. You are not of my blood. I claim the land from mountain to mountain, sea to land, and you will never again see them. You are no blood to my husband. You are no Ilejir.''