"Impossible!" he exclaimed. All too obviously did the reawakening of the beast shake his very foundation, causing the Kith's eyes to widen to the utmost discomfort. It could not be helped: he had underestimated the power of his attacker, though it would not deter him from his goal. As he made haste to increase the distance between he and his foe, Orias could not help but feel the scorching flames behind him raise their firey manacles and attempt to seize him once more. Quickly surveying the area afront him, he birthed yet another cunning idea.
Nature, as fate would have had it, had taken him under her graceful wings for many years; he could remember the nights where her ecosystems had provided him the means to survive, crucial necessities quenching the hunger and thirst that he often ached from in the middle of the night. Her breath was as silk, smooth to the touch..or perhaps he had made it so, illusions of his mother leading his elemental prowess to coat him in security. Or at least, what he could find of it whilst wandering the Earth. Quickly reminding himself of it's eternal presence, he silently proclaimed his victory.
Orias broke away from his course, once again calculating the speed of the infernal drake's most recent projectile. Temptuous flames swept the land in greed, devouring the flora behind him in what appeared to be a moment's notice. Unable to simply jump away from such a maneuver, he would use a nearby tree's height to seal his escape. Selgarde's feet quickly slam against the base of a towering tree, the bark exploding from the point of impact as, yet again, he would defy the odds against him. One after the other, the powerful limbs would take him to the emerald edifice that lay above him.
Mother Nature once again held her breath for her child, the sacrifice of her once beautiful visage a small one if it would mean his survival. A brown flicker of disapproval of the dragon's machinations caressed his gaze, before fusing with his anger into an intangible hand for destruction. To suffice, he would literally rip his katana once again from it's scabbard. "DIE!!" was the simple roar he produced. Teeth grit once more, the bicuspids pressed against the flesh of his lips as he kicked with a titanic force against the end of his dash.
So, it would be. He ascended yet again, moving backward with such grace that his movement across the atmosphere poured forth the illusion of him hovering. The spiked fashion of his hair swept upward in a torrential manner, lifted by the winds which contorted about his person. Marvelous, one would conclude; the way he was simultaneously watching the fragments of bone and sinew descend from the sky in firey pillars, momentum deceptive so as to allow his thorough escape patterns. The beast below had no way to sense his presence, or so he thought..
No. It would not have proved wise to think in such a manner. It had already displayed a certain determination itself, moving without fail despite it's critical handicap. Finally ending his flight, Orias began to fall toward the back of it's very neck. The end..these two words were the fuel for his actions, Orias's body seeming to cool down almost instantly. Throughout the entire confrontation, he had been consuming what little cool air had been provided. They were stored betwixt his pores, slowly amassing into a frigid gathering of gargantuan proportion. The magma which swept the earth passed before him as he would attempt to make his landing, making a harsh entrance upon the beast's form.
But to have done so was fatal. Orias immediately felt the other-worldly fire which emanated from it's very hide, his concentration broken for seconds with the intensity he would gather. But so conveniently did his opponent swipe through his winds, that Orias would be delivered from certain death by the sweeping of his element onto it's back to calm it's flames, if only momentarily. A split second was required as he balanced himself, before his attempt came to light..
Orias thrust both his arms downward, the biceps contracting heavily as his body projected the entire mass of elemental ice from his body. To have had impatience would have rendered this useless, the properties of the drake's abilities leaving it null and void. However, the Kith would not be so impertinent. This very blast was one of concentration, aimed directly into the gaping wound. He had, indeed, hoped that it would have remained open. Calculating the flow of magma, he waited until it's orifice would ready itself for another spew, before his blast left his very form and swiftly took the flesh by storm.
The result would be the solidifying of magma and lava within, seizing the infernal enemy's internal essence. This entire time, it had thrived off of the fire it possessed within. Orias's attempt would sweep it's frame's every nook and cranny, turning the beast into nothing more than a shell of hardened rock. Halfway through such a deliverance, he would then angle Daystar and quickly stab the blade through the orifice to further seal the drake's death. It's firey essence would absorb the rest of his body's element, furthering hammering it down into the core of this mighty giant. Simultaneously, the essence of his instrument of destruction would be kept safe, nestled amongst the focused radius of his attacke's element.
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