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"Well..." A faint sigh escaped Judgment's lips as her right boot slid forward in unison to another switch of the blade's wave of motion, striking the last Ahriman down. A swift resheathing took place as the Red Mage had spun the blade downward to left hip, relocking it within the sheathe. "Prrrrummm...." Canary scaled talons spread to release grip from the perch it had been holding withing the treetops high above. A creature easiest to describe through close contact. Its figure was masked within the darkness, only revealing beady hollow aqua eyes and a large mandible lined with jagged fangs. The creature seemed agitated by the noise given off from the less-than-intelligent Evil Eyes that were invading the beast's territory.. Or was it that the warriors had been the cause? The former was less of a threat than the latter.
"Prrrrrrrrrrruuuummmm...." The sound carried into the distance, meeting the entrance of a nearby cave. Above, Trace had caught wind of the situation. His dominant hand rose to replace the helmet back to conceal his indentity once more, moving the opposite to retract his spear and take a dive from the hundred or so foot drop. Semi-muscular legs lifted themselves to raise either plated boot from the ground, causing the man to dive forward from the rocks. His upper half folded forward to apply a delicate front flip, switching to a three hundred sixty degree rotation upon readjustment of stance, landing in a slight crouch to prevent loss of balance and injury. Upon recovery, Trace had been a mere four feet away from the two men at the cave once were. Dust cascaded from the 'splash' produced by the Dragoon, tinging his armour. A small cough had been the result of his final actions. Pale lips pursed in indifference as the thoughts of trouble clung to his brain.
(Guess I'll go in too. Would be pointless to wait, especially if they died. Hm.. Hopefully Tawny and Judgment are okay.)
"Prrrrrrrrrrruuuummmm...." The sound carried into the distance, meeting the entrance of a nearby cave. Above, Trace had caught wind of the situation. His dominant hand rose to replace the helmet back to conceal his indentity once more, moving the opposite to retract his spear and take a dive from the hundred or so foot drop. Semi-muscular legs lifted themselves to raise either plated boot from the ground, causing the man to dive forward from the rocks. His upper half folded forward to apply a delicate front flip, switching to a three hundred sixty degree rotation upon readjustment of stance, landing in a slight crouch to prevent loss of balance and injury. Upon recovery, Trace had been a mere four feet away from the two men at the cave once were. Dust cascaded from the 'splash' produced by the Dragoon, tinging his armour. A small cough had been the result of his final actions. Pale lips pursed in indifference as the thoughts of trouble clung to his brain.
(Guess I'll go in too. Would be pointless to wait, especially if they died. Hm.. Hopefully Tawny and Judgment are okay.)
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