Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180714181123

Tirush's mind is repeatedly jarred from consciousness as she is pummeled in her face. On the final blow there is a muted crunch as Tirush's nose is broken, sending her head sideways with the blow, spraying her lower face and mantle with her own blood, a fang tooth flying from her mouth. She grabs Marcus' arm and his face with the other and sweeps him, sending him crashing to the ground. A sickening crunch means her horn breaks off in his hand as he goes down.

As soon as he does she rears back, both fists clenched. In an instant she is shrouded in dragonfire as she brings them down on him. The explosion is like a bomb, sending a shockwave of fire that obliterates the tower and sends it collapsing on top of them.

As the debris rains down Marcus grabs Tirush's arm and swings her over him in an arc, smashing her to the ground and sending her rolling free of the collapsing tower. In an instant, he is up again, unfazed, and on top of the Wyvern.

She tries to rise and meet him as he brings his fists to bear but her speed isn't as good. It's all she can do to grab his fists and contest his strength, against which there is no comparison. He pushes her back as her legs gouge into the earth, but the immolating fire that envelops her sears his arms, the Great Flame raging and burning his flesh.