Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-27989107-20190907151914/@comment-5647250-20190912022738

Seer: (she nods with a faint smile) Please hurry, time is of the essence...meanwhile, Red Ribbon and I will continue with our attempts at fishing our fallen sister from the Abyss.

Líf: What about me? Is there anything I can do?

Mishipeshu: (he snarls) Its just fine, child. (his fur and scales raise as he turns his attention to Saunatonttu.)

Roc: I will snuff you out, whelp! (as he flaps his wings, sandstorm winds and dunes of sand start falling and flying from between his feathers)

Crocus: (he roars out words of power to weaken his foes in accordance to the conditions filled) Beware, oh beasts below the sky, for you are in the presence of the Emperor of Birds, and beware, oh those who seek to overwhelm the Emperor of Birds.

Dis Pater: (his face crinkles in annoyance as he raises his bident and points at the cat with it) What are you?

Yriscal: (smiling he places his pipe at his side, which despite him no longer playing, continues to play the haunting childhood memory) Why am I confident? This was an army built up to combat my enemies from the Hunter Association to the Guardian Alliance. While I admit its rather subpar for a siege, it is still made up of very powerful beings. Its a shame about the children losing so easily...but I will always have my rats. (he pauses to look at her as he takes a seat) Do you have oolong? I hear its very good.

Astarte: (she draws her spear alongside her whip) Alright boys, let's get busy...(she starts attacking Zhou and You incessently and simultaneously. On occasion she easily swaps weapons for optimal attacks)

Renenutet: (she backs up behind Astarte and turns her head, choosing instead to stare with her wicked eye once again)

(The remaining Greywings perform hit and run attacks against the stone lion, with the exception of Aquila, who has managed to distract herself with her reflection in a nearby lake. Avus, Isis, and Thistle continue in their attacks; Avus ruthlessly, Isis lightly as to not scratch the gold that covers her, Thistle calculated.)