Twinflame

The way you're doing the scales on these Au Ra is, to me, absolutely perfect. And their expressions. All your Au Ra are so cute! :love:

"Fireballs!" K'ile answered easily, then he took a few steps back. "My tribe's this way. We should start going so we can reach it before the Amal'jaa wipe it out. Oh, and that thing where you got hit in the face and fire came out of your head? Teach me that, too!"

"Eh... Sorry. That sounds pretty awful. You... uh... Hey!" K'ile took a quick few steps closer to the Roegadyn. "I'll tell you what. I'll let you follow me back to my tribe, and once my arm's fixed you can teach me that fire thing you were doing. Because I can do some things and I had plans to be able to do even more things but I don't think those plans are happening any more and that thing you were doing was impressive."

K'ile Tia looked the Roegadyn over. "The tribe hasn't lately taken kindly to outsiders... But I don't know if I'm jerk enough to leave a blind woman alone in the middle of the desert. Just don't tell them about K'aijeen and Thalen. Or the Amal'jaa. Or really anything that's happened."

"I'll be fine if I can get to a healer. The shaman in my tribe can set it." K'ile gazed eastward. "I might need to return anyway. There's a force of Amal'jaa preparing to attack my tribe, and I need to ensure their peaceful surrender."

"That shouldn't be rare." K'ile muttered sternly, his pacing stopping. "I had them chased out of Drybone by just suggesting they were dead. These people defending them must be after something. I don't even get why they're defending themselves."

"Great. Everyone just ran off. The Lalafel too? What the heck." K'ile kept his arm pressed to his chest and paced in a circle, ears pinned down. "I ought to chase them down and finish them off. So much for helping the tribe, they're off into the desert! But not before they stole my shirt and broke my arm again."

"I never had use for welcome at your side, Cypress." The Duskwight smirked. "I sought to help you when it was permitted, but if you wish me gone, then I will leave you alone. Have a pleasant afternoon." K'ile Tia finally sat up, holding one arm fast to his chest, shivering in obvious pain. Still, he glared at Thal's retreating back. "I hope the Amal'jaa... bah." He stood and turned toward Cypress, looking for the Duskwight he'd caught only a glance of. He was prepared to snap at him with words and violence, but the Duskwight was nowhere to be seen. Confused, K'ile turned his gaze about. "Where'd that old elezen go?"

The Tia on the ground writhed and clutched at his arm, groaning. "Perhaps, but you will not be finding them again today." Megiddo paced around Cypress again, and the cloth loosened. Once Thal was on his way, Megiddo did not believe the blind woman would be able to catch him on her own. "I apologize, but while your pursuit of the girl has been informational to me, it is rather integral to my interests that you not succeed yet." K'aijeen, curled against Thal as he carried her away, sobbed. She was more burned than ever now, her body seeming on the verge of falling apart. "I told you he'd kill me. She'd kill me. They all want to... I didn't do anything but they don't know."

K'ile took a step back but hold himself to Thal by the man's shirt. Megiddo then did a thing very rare. He moved, quickly, snapping around Cypress and lifting his leg to kick K'ile's arm upward, hard. An audible crack came from the Tia's bone as his grip broke and he fell backward, tumbling into the dirt. His body pulsed with palpable heat. The Duskwight turned his gaze on Thal, "Take the girl on go," and pointed to where K'aijeen stood, stunned and agawk, limbs close to her broken form.

Standing very near Cypress, Megiddo spoke in a low tone. "Ulanan has left you in my care again, and I find it necessary to stop you. If you wish, you may think of this as betrayal." "Hell with this!" K'ile sat up and took hold of Thal's collar, pulling himself off the ground and punching the man in the face with one smoldering fist. "I can burn you myself." Heat shot from his beneath the harness on his chest, out over his limbs and to his hands. The air curled around his fingers.

A flash of sliver cut the air between Cypress' body and Thal's, taking a piece of flesh from the Roegadyn's arm as well. A long cloth followed behind it, glowing with the names of Duskwight long past, and when the knife swerved in midair to arch behind her, the cloth followed it. The cloth snapped tight and pulled across Cypress chest with surprising force, like a strong arm crashing against her. The cloth, already scorching hot, was not burned by Cypress' magic. From his position, K'ile couldn't stop Thal from moving too much, but he kept his hand's on the shirt the man was wearing and kept his legs against Thal's legs to limit mobility. "You think anyone is going to help you?"

Finding himself pinned, K'ile growled. "Gah! You're not...!" He kept his hold on Thal anyway, trying to limit the movement of Thal's legs with his own. "Come on! Burn him already!"

K'aijeen shouted when Thal threw her aside, hitting the dirt and scrambling away. A few fulms later, she turned to watch. K'ile struggled with Thal, taking the hit from his knee painfully, which triggered a flash of heat that melted the dirt beneath them and burned the plants around them. K'ile curled himself up to protect himself from further kneeing, just anchoring Thal in place as much as he could.

"Hey Roegadyn!" K'ile shouted, and as he did so he dropped into a crouch and launched himself at Thal. "I'll hold them in place, you blow them up! Aim for this!" He had every intention of grappling Thal to the ground.