Jivven Noda'Razzr
Bloody pigeon... Jivven couldn't drive his sword into the bird because she had managed to catch his forearms. “Stop struggling, you little shit! unless you want us both to die!” "Hell, I thought we were fighting!" Jivven remarked punctuated by a mid-air lurch. Perhaps the harpy was right, he had best stop the struggling for the time being. He'd just have to hang on until an opportunity presented itself where he could attack without the risk of dying himself. Instead he opted to hold on to the Harpy's arms for dear life. It's not like she could keep up with both their weights after all, and she'd have to land sooner or later.
A wet impact and another lurch signified that the harpy had been struck by an arrow. Jivven winced and spoke, "Ouch, I bet that hurt like hell," He said with sympathy. Considering if she was to die, he was too, he was a little bit more... Receptive to her injuries. Still arrows whizzed past them, enough for Jivven to turn around and bark, "Dammit, stop that! I'm up here too," Then jerked his head out of the way and dodged an arrow looking to plant itself in his skull. "Who's ever that was, I'll kill you personally!" He barked.
“As soon as we get close enough to the ground, I’m dropping you. If you’re smart, you’ll let me.” The harpy said, bringing Jivven's crimson eyes toward her. Pride told him not to listen and ride her down like a bat out of hell, victorious. But the much larger survival instinct screamed listen to her and live for the next fight. The drow, having lived most of his years because of this survival instinct, decided to listen to it. Upon the release, Jivven once again felt the sensation of flying through the air. He was falling backwards straight for the ground. If he kept at his current trajectory (straight down) he would snap his spine. He had to shift his momentum, extremely difficult in a free-fall.
Lucky, the dark elf was agile, lithe, and most of all, small. If he was large, he wouldn't be able to do this. Of course, if he was large, he wouldn't be in the air to begin with, but whatever. He wasn't big. He twisted in the air and at the last minute, rolled when he hit ground coming to a stop with the edge of a sword at his throat. He could see the eyes if his assailant, a human, glint with the joy of his luck. Before he could finish the job though, a commanding voice ordered, "Cease." And just like that, the blasted free-for-all was over.
"About damn time," Jivven muttered head titled back with the sword at his throat. The human looked to the dragon, and the glared back to the dark elf, "Lucky bastard," he spat. "Quite," Jivven remarked, eyes glancing down at his own sword. The human followed his gaze and came to find a short sword angled under his rib cage, ready to rip through his internal organs. "Wha- Oh.. You," The human said pointing at Jivven with his other hand. He seemed more amused by it than angry. Jivven chuckled and as one removed both blades from each other.
“Welcome, Children, to the fold. Fight well.”
Jivven looked at the shoddy short sword in his hand and scoffed in disgust. He threw it over his shoulder and reached inside his torn cloak to empty the supply of throwing stars. Not like he could use them now, with his finger being as it was... Not attached. "Hey! Red! Com'ere, I've got a problem," he said, beckoning to a nearby silenced. Jivven pulled off the bloodied cloth and showed her the missing appendage. "Can you do something about this? Maybe... Reattach it?" He asked. In reply, she handed out her hand for the missing appendage. "Oh... Well.. About that.." he said, turning and examining the battlefield. He hadn't a clue where he lost it. He turned to the silenced and smiled before sighing heavily, "I've lost it, haven't I?" He asked. To which the silenced nodded, "Well... Fuck. Can you at least close it up? It hurts like a son-of-a-bitch." The silenced sighed and took his hand. A glowing light and a tingly feeling later, a nub replaced the shorn bloody stump. It was still tender and raw, but at least it stopped bleeding. He turned over his hand, examining it. "That's going to take a while to get used to... Wonder if I can still find the finger and keep it as a souvenir. Like a necklace," he said, looking around again. He didn't see the silenced sigh and move on to the next. When Jivven turned back she was gone, "Hey wait! What about these... Burns.. and.. what?" He said. Sometime in there, she had also removed the burns and scratches from him. Huh.
He shrugged, and looked over to where the harpy had landed. He saw her being attended by another silenced, to which nodded. Good, he'd hate for the pigeon die after all of that. He had to admit, she was capable, and for what it was worth, earned a bit of respect from Jivven. Though really, what was the worth of respect from an assassin? He continued to look, taking stock of what had happened and the battlefield around him. He shrugged and began making his way to what he thought was the armory. He felt naked without a weapon of some kind, plus he was going to have find something to do with the nub. He was postive he could turn it into a advantage. As he walked, he chewed on his lower lip.
"Right then," Jivven said, thinking, "Make a list of things to do. First, find my black cloak and weapons. Second, bathe. Third, eat. Forth, dance a jig on top of Oraun's grave. Damn man has to be dead." Jivven said, chuckling. Then, he remembered something important. Something he could not do without...
"Hey! When can I start shooting fire?!"
Liliana Bloodleaf
Flight. There was nothing quite like it that many creatures could experience. Dragons and Harpies both lived in the sky along with certain species of nightmarian, yes, but did they truly experience the joy of it? Being born and raised in the clouds, could they truly appreciate the freedom that was gifted to them? Such as the joy and amazement one who had spent her entire life on the ground would experience? Despite being paired with the flying golem for close to five years now, the exhilaration she experienced while in the air never faded. In the air, she forgot all of her problems and the war seemed so far away. Almost as far away as the ground was to her. The wind whistled past her golden locks, dancing in the air behind her.
The saddle was made especially for her, by her. The saddle itself was thin leather with a number of thick handles near her hands and thick stirrups for her feet. A quick release belt for evasive flying was also present, but it wasn't in use as she wasn't evading anything. There was also a specially made quiver with a contraption at the mouth that allowed for a number of arrows that wouldn't spill out during a flip or dive. All of this was extremely light to allow for maneuverability and speed. The Golem itself was draconian in design with metal wings and a faded flaming paint job. How it could even keep itself aloft let alone her with it was lost on the forest elf. She was positive Turha had explained it to her one time or another, but it just didn't sink in. Just a simple forest girl.
The heat didn't effect her in the slightest, thanks to the cooler temperatures in the atmosphere and the speed at which she was cruising. Indeed, that's what she was doing cruising. Officially she was "Patrolling the air and looking out for hostiles". Just an excuse to be flying. Any harpy could do her job, and they wouldn't need a specific mount for it either. It wasn't often Lily got to fly without having to look forward to a battle at the end. It's not like a flying golem with an elf pelting them with arrows was inconspicuous or anything.
Lily banked to the right and slowly descended closer to the town, going to do a fly over. The wind was still whipping at the speed, but atleast she didn't have to worry about the heat like some land-bound people. She allowed herself a grin at the thought. She often wondered what the dragons thought of her and her golem. She wondered if they saw her golem as a mockery. Probably, she could catch annoyances in the eyes of the dragons as she flew past on the couple of occasions she was blessed to have a run in with them. It's not like she cared or anything. Hell the Mark II, in Lily's eyes, was a defiant tribute. The Dragons... They irked her, yet they were a necessary evil. They were the only reason the Paragon still lived after all. However, she didn't trust them at all, and wouldn't stoop to calling them "lord". The only ones who had earned a title with Lily was Lieutenant Sid, and Captain Wrath (Even if his actual title was General).
Another dip and a bank and she was flying across the city once more. Oh, how she loved flight.