ends, their cloak torn to tatters and scuffed with singes and new holes. The hems of their clothes have become torn and tattered, but they take a gulp of air and wipe their hemorrhaging nose. It only succeeds in smearing more blood over their face.
They go at him again, and in a

They no longer bother with weapons or tactics; they lunge for his clavicle and he knees them in the stomach. They claw for his ribcage and cleave it open down to the bone; his tail wheels around and slams into their side, crashing them through rows of ice spines and sending them

bone-chilling temps.

With shocking swiftness, Lyric closes the space, a red mist & blood trail following their every move. Their footsteps are trailed by more lances of ice rocketing up from the field that has frozen over entirely, going straight for him in a blur of blue & red.

through it, helplessly aware of every second of pain.

𝗯𝗮-𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗽

Spinal fluid and viscera pop with the encasement, strands of mucus clinging to the malformed bone and muscle tissue of two wide 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, unscaled and unskinned. Their exposed sinew is

𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 of their weapons keeps him on the back foot as he parries with his bare arms, attacks banking off his scales. With a hard smack to their far shoulder he sends them spinning, and the moment they have spiraled to facing away his broad arms grapple them from behind and lift

with green and brass colored shed scales.

𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊

( There's nowhere to run. )

—— 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑴 .ᐟ

their throat, and if that's his aim it works like a charm as they forcibly kick into his stomach and pry them apart with a sudden ice spike bursting up from the ground. They both have to stumble backwards, but Ferris is quick to change gears and shift, approaching Lyric as they

They draw a dagger from a sheath on each leg in a reverse grip and go for his throat; this far into matches, they have no reason not to try to end him as quickly as possible.

But it's never that easy. Ferris shifts his body out of the way of each swing towards his ribs, a joint,