Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
|Name: Falarion||Race: Demon|
|Location: Keimara Village||Current Form: Gryphon|
Soaring just out of reach of Veruul, Falarion snickered and banked right to take another swing at him only to feel the rapidly rising heat in the area. Oh, dip.
Hearing Korro shout his warning and with quite literally no cover in the sky, Falarion could only sigh and start to drop with his wings tucked around his torso in a vain attempt to protect himself. He hissed in pain, as the fire wave rolled over his body, burning off a number of feathers on his wings. As he continued to plummet, Falarion then snarled and writhed in pain, as his mind finally registered the burns covering the right side of his face. He had to squint with his right eye, tears gathering on his face as even squinting caused further pain.
At the last second, Falarion forced his wings to extend and winced at the pain shooting up his shoulders from stopping the descent so abruptly. He coasted away from Veruul and back into the village, landing on the nearest roof to assess his injuries. He decided it was less painful to keep his right eye closed and opted to manage with only half of his vision for the time being. He was lucky he had at least closed his eyes before the fire reached him.
Muttering a variety of Scottish curses under his breath, Falarion moved to the edge of the roof and peered over to see how the other half of their team was faring over here with the imps.
Just as he took a peek, Falarion felt his feathers fluffing up and the electricity in the air. Without wasting a second, he dove down to take cover on the roof. He tentatively peeked over the edge when he heard a small explosion and gaped at the sight of lightning having traveled from the one human who had willingly waited to walk with him to the temple. She had spunk and Falarion decided that was a very beneficial trait for this kind of journey.
Falarion's head tilted to the side when he heard a scuffle not too far away. As far as he could tell, their team was fighting the imps here and not there.
With a sigh, Falarion spread his wings and made his way over the rooftops to the commotion. Leave it to the demon, of all people, to have to pick up after these useless human villagers.
Circling above, Falarion noted there were several children cowering from some imps and one that was dumb enough to try and fight back with a wooden sword. As amusing as it may be to watch the child learn the hard way how useless her sword was, Falarion figured he could make quick work of a few imps to speed things along.
With a harrumph, Falarion dove and tucked his wings along his body. Wind whistled past him for a second or two before he extended his wings and promptly landed on three imps, crushing them to oblivion along with the animal forms. Glancing down at one of his now bloodied paws, Falarion grimaced and muttered, "Well, I wasnae expectin' tha'."
Turning to face the last few imps, Falarion roared and pointedly placed himself in front of the children, curving his body to provide as much cover for them as possible. He whipped his tail back and forth, eyeing the imps and looking for an opening to end the rest of them. He was struggling with having only half his vision, as he now had a blatant blind spot on his right side. He had made a point to face his injured right side towards the children, confident that no imps could reach them now.