Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171223030133

(Scorn/battle)  Armata doesn't get a chance to finish her name. In blazing blur she is upon him, her fist driven deep into his stomach. He doubles from the impact, and Tirush spins and brings her other fist down on the back of his head, driving him into the ground in an explosion of rocks and dirt, its shockwave covering the battlefield in a cloud of dust.

She reels  back for another punch, but there is a deep thud and her head jerks back as she is is launched skyward. Armata sends her spinning into the air with a savage kick, even as he is obscured from view. She flies up, and he bursts from the ground, a fiery meteor, bashing her again and sending her arcing in a different direction. Instantly he turns, his meteor form arcing and and gaining terrible speed. Tirush tumbles through the air, seemingly in slow motion as he heads straight for her.

At the last moment she spins, her wing singing sharper than any blade, and Armata is deflected and sent caroming to the ground. Trees are shattered as he plows through them, the firey burst of his impact like a bomb, wood and dirt and rocks flung high into the air and raining down all around.

Tirush unravels in mid-flight. Her black wings crackle with fiery energy, seeming to perpetually smoulder and burn like embers. Sparks float from her body, her claws black obsidian. The low clouds, churning with Armata's dark energy, begin to glow, their roiling combining with her aura. The tortured sky boils with conflict, its display unearthly and terrifying, witness to a struggle that has not been seen in a millennium as three powers vie to claim control.

Tirush throws her head back, her hair thrashing like hellfire, the depths of her open mouth burning like the sun as she reminds all that she is in the presence of her mortal enemy...

The ground shakes with her challenge to Armata.