Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171222042130

(S9/Scorn/General)  Within moments of landing, Tirush and Sorsha watch Armata savage Kurga. She hits the ground with a sickening thud. Even before she rolls to a stop, Armata has his fireball charged. Opening his hand, he fires.

Sorsha feels a burst of blazing hot air as if she's been passed by a meteor. She barely even sees the blur as Tirush blasts from her perch.

The fireball streaks towards Kurga, and makes it halfway...

There is a rush as a larger, fiery mass intercepts it from the side, and there is an explosion of flames, swirling with concussive force as it detonates.

The fire quickly fades and the smoke clears. Tirush is in its center, still posed in a lunge, her huge fist extended where she punched the fireball from the air.

Armata and Hound can feel the energy flood the area, savage and barely contained, a volcano poised to erupt. The force of a primal creature that once leveled nations, whose wings blackened the very daylight---something they haven't felt in a hundred lifetimes. Through the smoke, her yellow eyes blaze, her lips pulled back in a snarl, a rumbling growl resonating from her like a lava-filled chasm, flames licking from her bared teeth. The short grass around her feet withers and chars.

She lowers her hand, her knuckles cracking as she flexes her fingers. Her pupils are knives as she stares at Armata.

"It is time, kopraach, to redeem my oath..."

She bares her fangs and roars,  her muscles tensing like steel. With speed he has rarely seen, she springs upon him with a punch, her massive, fiery fist  swinging.