[ So yells the tiny bird in Disarming Voice as it is forcefully removed from the dragon's head, painfully bounced aside as the Outrage continues. His wings flail furiously as he tries to gain a bit of height, only to be scooped up - albeit awkwardly - moments later.
Gritting her teeth a moment, Gwendolyn directs the winds to carry her higher, dark eyes glaring at the dragon - do not think she does not see your actions here, and her leap barely got her free of the building before the dragon's bulk began smashing against it. ]
Return to Myris, Muninn! [there's a warble of dismay at the order, but after a resolute glare, the tiny bird retreats from the field]
[Rock Slide or no, destruction or no, this has to end before Union does. Before they can move on to another city. Mindful not to jostle her broken arm as best she can, right hand hefts up her spear. Adjusting her grip, Gwendolyn takes a deep breath, summoning the winds around it. Buoyed by the blessings of the Lightning Gods, her windblessed abilities direct them firmly, until a fierce Gust adds its cuts to the blade's edge as it tears the air around her in pale green and white streaks of cloud.]
May the Howling Gale lend my spear wings and grant it talons to strike you down!
[ And then she throws it, ignoring the roar of pain lancing down her opposite side as she puts all her strength into the throw. The spear is launched like a javelin, aimed directly for the dragon's face -- an eye for an eye, Kyurem. ]
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[ So yells the tiny bird in Disarming Voice as it is forcefully removed from the dragon's head, painfully bounced aside as the Outrage continues. His wings flail furiously as he tries to gain a bit of height, only to be scooped up - albeit awkwardly - moments later.
Gritting her teeth a moment, Gwendolyn directs the winds to carry her higher, dark eyes glaring at the dragon - do not think she does not see your actions here, and her leap barely got her free of the building before the dragon's bulk began smashing against it. ]
Return to Myris, Muninn! [there's a warble of dismay at the order, but after a resolute glare, the tiny bird retreats from the field]
[Rock Slide or no, destruction or no, this has to end before Union does. Before they can move on to another city. Mindful not to jostle her broken arm as best she can, right hand hefts up her spear. Adjusting her grip, Gwendolyn takes a deep breath, summoning the winds around it. Buoyed by the blessings of the Lightning Gods, her windblessed abilities direct them firmly, until a fierce Gust adds its cuts to the blade's edge as it tears the air around her in pale green and white streaks of cloud.]
May the Howling Gale lend my spear wings and grant it talons to strike you down!
[ And then she throws it, ignoring the roar of pain lancing down her opposite side as she puts all her strength into the throw. The spear is launched like a javelin, aimed directly for the dragon's face -- an eye for an eye, Kyurem. ]