BURN
BRIGHT
BRIGHT
Pain is irrelevant now. Ninazu seethes in rage, and the rock smashing into her body is an annoyance. A claw slips, but she keeps her hold, and the lioness attempts to sink her teeth into his flesh. Fine. She didn’t get the prime weakness of his wings, but she would rip into him anyway.
She feels the roots in the boulder without touch. Ninazu taps into them with her magic, feeling their living energy scream for vengeance. The lion uprooted them from their home, and they will die. The plants will die. Because of him. Ninazu fuels their burning hatred with her own, whispering of vengeance and channeling power to their cells.
The roots rapidly expand. More roots shoot out of the ground, joining their severed brethren. The roots, vine-like, attempt to wrap around Aurum’s paws and tie him to the ground. Ninazu did not tell them to do this, exactly, but she senses their intent. She flexes her claws, wills herself to stay on, and bides her time.
Because when you’re a smaller opponent, you never let go. You will lose your advantage. And then you will be at the mercy of the larger opponent’s greater striking range. She knows, she knows, she knows. The instinct burns hotter than the rage, and she bides her time.
[member=6881]aurum.[/member]
She feels the roots in the boulder without touch. Ninazu taps into them with her magic, feeling their living energy scream for vengeance. The lion uprooted them from their home, and they will die. The plants will die. Because of him. Ninazu fuels their burning hatred with her own, whispering of vengeance and channeling power to their cells.
The roots rapidly expand. More roots shoot out of the ground, joining their severed brethren. The roots, vine-like, attempt to wrap around Aurum’s paws and tie him to the ground. Ninazu did not tell them to do this, exactly, but she senses their intent. She flexes her claws, wills herself to stay on, and bides her time.
Because when you’re a smaller opponent, you never let go. You will lose your advantage. And then you will be at the mercy of the larger opponent’s greater striking range. She knows, she knows, she knows. The instinct burns hotter than the rage, and she bides her time.
[member=6881]aurum.[/member]
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