Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-28358106-20171104024928

(S9/Lil) Opaline crashes to the ground, splinters of ice and fountains of water bursting upwards in a great, expanding cloud. Even before she hits, the Red Team stands leap to their feet. Their roar is so deafening, the announcers are a mere buzz in the backdrop of ecstatic cheering.

The Blue Team stands watch as one of their champions goes down. A hearty-looking male Dwarf leaps to his feet and, that not being enough, leaps to the top of the baluster, shouting something that nobody can hear. 

Lil begins to slide from the side of the Empress's body as she groans. Just as she topples over, there is a rush of wings, and a pair of reptilian feet, talons gleaming like obsidian swords, sweep her up and cradle her as if she were falling into someone's arms. A minute later she is set down on a grassy tussock a distance away, gently and without a scratch on her body.

Tirush folds her wings and kneels, hunching over the tiny Dark Elf. She says nothing, but smiles at her, and gently begins nuzzling the side of her head, rolling it to wake her up.