Mystydjinn
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"Ha!" The redhead cried triumphantly as her blade struck true in the demon's flesh, a triumphance that was soon replaced by surprise as she found herself hurtling through the air from the wake of destruction she had wrought.
She'd had enough time to think before she landed though and hit the ground in what could be considered a bit less than a textbook roll. Aelf turned in the air and met the ground roughly with her shoulder, quickly shoving her weight onto her back, side, hip, and then let herself collapse back against the ground with a groan.The lack of weight in her hand told her that her sword was missing, but was a bit too bruised up to properly care.
She lifted herself up slowly into sitting position and watched the beast thrash wildly in pain with vindictive smirk. "Take that, ya scaly bast-!" Her taunt however was cut short by sudden appearance of an Infernalis portal in front of her. Her eyes went wide at the shape of the quickly widening portal, what was once just the size of a dahl was quickly a dinner plate, and that plate was now the size of a carriage wheel in front of her. Aelflead dove to left in her panic and the sound of the roaring flames bursting through the portal behind her sounded her success, there was a strangely pungent smell in the air though, but it could be important later. Now she had bigger problems.
No sooner did she hit the ground than did the next one form and release another vicious jet of flame. The red plasma hit her right shoulder with the force of a hammer, and tore through the leather beneath her cloak like water against paper. "Augh!" The warrior cried out, the hellish fire twisting her relief into a grimace of pain. Steeling herself against it though, she growled indignation through clenched teeth and rolled away, wrenching herself from the angry pillar of flames with some effort.
Adrenaline pumping through her now as she batted at the red flames that'd caught her cloak up in their rage, the woman turned her attentions back on the demon who at this point, could have been mistaken for her brother. Her eyes held the same rage, and with her hair singed out of it's messy thick braid, it fell over her shoulders and stuck out around her head like the corona of the dark disc floating high above them in the sky; her right shoulder was a bright angry red signifying the burn, and what wasn't burnt, (or burning) of her clothes, was sopping wet with the demon's green ichor.
Scarlet and sea-green eyes scanned the battlefield for the golden weapon she'd dropped in her fall, and spotted the aruitium blade still stuck precariously into the beast's wing at the site of her impact. Looking at the rest of the wing showed enough of the scales remained to climb up the wing and strike again. There was just one small problem, and it became increasingly more evident as she found difficulty in drawing the bigatium sword at her hip.
Doggedly relying on own's strength required stubbornness equal to the capacity use it, the lack of the latter, or undisciplined usage could leave a warrior in a state where merely drawing their sword could exhaust them. This is where Aelflead was now. Her first teacher, Velden, had warned her about using that technique spur of the moment, though it wasn't as if Aelflead were the most obedient student.
The spurii's breath came heavily as she felt the last of the power she'd charged her body with just moments before fade and leave her muscles drained as though she'd ran a marathon. "Looks like, I'm out of practice." Her blade slid heavily from her sheath and the tip of the blade met the ground like she wanted to meet a bed. She shook her head, she couldn't think about sleep she had to focus on staying mobile; getting stepped on was not worth the rest it'd give. C'mon move, a few minutes and you'll be fine. Idiot's don't get naps, right? She mumbled to herself as she lifted each foot, on after another; dodging and diving between feet as the dragon stomped, and keeping her eye on the gleaming golden blade stranded above, she kept herself poised for a chance to reclaim it.
She'd had enough time to think before she landed though and hit the ground in what could be considered a bit less than a textbook roll. Aelf turned in the air and met the ground roughly with her shoulder, quickly shoving her weight onto her back, side, hip, and then let herself collapse back against the ground with a groan.The lack of weight in her hand told her that her sword was missing, but was a bit too bruised up to properly care.
She lifted herself up slowly into sitting position and watched the beast thrash wildly in pain with vindictive smirk. "Take that, ya scaly bast-!" Her taunt however was cut short by sudden appearance of an Infernalis portal in front of her. Her eyes went wide at the shape of the quickly widening portal, what was once just the size of a dahl was quickly a dinner plate, and that plate was now the size of a carriage wheel in front of her. Aelflead dove to left in her panic and the sound of the roaring flames bursting through the portal behind her sounded her success, there was a strangely pungent smell in the air though, but it could be important later. Now she had bigger problems.
No sooner did she hit the ground than did the next one form and release another vicious jet of flame. The red plasma hit her right shoulder with the force of a hammer, and tore through the leather beneath her cloak like water against paper. "Augh!" The warrior cried out, the hellish fire twisting her relief into a grimace of pain. Steeling herself against it though, she growled indignation through clenched teeth and rolled away, wrenching herself from the angry pillar of flames with some effort.
Adrenaline pumping through her now as she batted at the red flames that'd caught her cloak up in their rage, the woman turned her attentions back on the demon who at this point, could have been mistaken for her brother. Her eyes held the same rage, and with her hair singed out of it's messy thick braid, it fell over her shoulders and stuck out around her head like the corona of the dark disc floating high above them in the sky; her right shoulder was a bright angry red signifying the burn, and what wasn't burnt, (or burning) of her clothes, was sopping wet with the demon's green ichor.
Scarlet and sea-green eyes scanned the battlefield for the golden weapon she'd dropped in her fall, and spotted the aruitium blade still stuck precariously into the beast's wing at the site of her impact. Looking at the rest of the wing showed enough of the scales remained to climb up the wing and strike again. There was just one small problem, and it became increasingly more evident as she found difficulty in drawing the bigatium sword at her hip.
Doggedly relying on own's strength required stubbornness equal to the capacity use it, the lack of the latter, or undisciplined usage could leave a warrior in a state where merely drawing their sword could exhaust them. This is where Aelflead was now. Her first teacher, Velden, had warned her about using that technique spur of the moment, though it wasn't as if Aelflead were the most obedient student.
The spurii's breath came heavily as she felt the last of the power she'd charged her body with just moments before fade and leave her muscles drained as though she'd ran a marathon. "Looks like, I'm out of practice." Her blade slid heavily from her sheath and the tip of the blade met the ground like she wanted to meet a bed. She shook her head, she couldn't think about sleep she had to focus on staying mobile; getting stepped on was not worth the rest it'd give. C'mon move, a few minutes and you'll be fine. Idiot's don't get naps, right? She mumbled to herself as she lifted each foot, on after another; dodging and diving between feet as the dragon stomped, and keeping her eye on the gleaming golden blade stranded above, she kept herself poised for a chance to reclaim it.
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