01-02-2015, 05:34 PM
((Duly noted!))
The one think Wrath hadn't been counting on, was there being not one lesser, but two. The one pushed his chain aside even as the other whacked him in the knee with a metal bat. He howled, and fell into a roll, trying to drag the one with the chain along with him. Hopefully to get the upper hand again and choke it out. This was one moment he'd give anything for some of Vishous' mental gifts, the telepathy thing---he was going to need help with these two----
His silent prayer was answered by a deep laugh from the mouth of the alley. Rhage appeared behind the one with the bat, having teleported from the street. He grabbed the neck of the reedy-looking one with the bat and whipped it around to face him--then immediately his fists started flying. Rhage was truly a marvel to watch; not an ounce of wasted effort or unnecessary flash. And also, if it came right down to it, he had a monstrous ally lurking in the skin across his shoulders and back. The tatoo of a green-and-purple dragon wasn't just there for decoration. Piss him off, and he'd become the thing, a horror-show of ripping skin. It loved eating lessers, sometimes whole, sometimes chunk by chunk. Not ideal here, granted, but really, all they needed was one slut.
The one think Wrath hadn't been counting on, was there being not one lesser, but two. The one pushed his chain aside even as the other whacked him in the knee with a metal bat. He howled, and fell into a roll, trying to drag the one with the chain along with him. Hopefully to get the upper hand again and choke it out. This was one moment he'd give anything for some of Vishous' mental gifts, the telepathy thing---he was going to need help with these two----
His silent prayer was answered by a deep laugh from the mouth of the alley. Rhage appeared behind the one with the bat, having teleported from the street. He grabbed the neck of the reedy-looking one with the bat and whipped it around to face him--then immediately his fists started flying. Rhage was truly a marvel to watch; not an ounce of wasted effort or unnecessary flash. And also, if it came right down to it, he had a monstrous ally lurking in the skin across his shoulders and back. The tatoo of a green-and-purple dragon wasn't just there for decoration. Piss him off, and he'd become the thing, a horror-show of ripping skin. It loved eating lessers, sometimes whole, sometimes chunk by chunk. Not ideal here, granted, but really, all they needed was one slut.