Snippet #2186976

Talon V'lyn

Turning his face to look down at her, he frowned in response to her answering his question. He was beginning to think that his jaw was going to permanently be set in the grinding motion if he wasn't careful around her.

"You're quite the dolt aren't you my poor assassin? I wonder if you've simply shed your ability to hear after listening to the screams of your dying victims?" His eyes flashed dangerously as she finished speaking, his mind going immediately to when he'd killed the woman back in Skyfall. With a soft growl he forced himself to ignore that comment.

"Locien killed her brother. Seems like he carries an awful lot of grudge killing actually." Jennifer turned her gaze from him to the two dark elves. He'd heard that part yes, but it hadn't really sunk in. So he let her carry on with what she was saying.

"Lyuze more than likely wants revenge, why else seek out the killer of a relative?"

With a sigh Talon rolled his eyes and turned so he was facing the shorter women fully. His bloodied hand gripped her upper arm as he glared down at her, "You. Are a pest," he said giving her a shake to emphasize his point. Damn this woman. He'd never felt so angry all the time before. She was certainly poison to him, but a poison that he couldn't get rid of because of her value and ability to fight the rebels on even terms.

"I swear... If I didn't need-" he stopped in mid sentence, his teeth clenching tightly in response to a sharp and unexpected pain that shot through him. The brace on his arm glowed brightly. Slowly his body was engulfed in the white light, curving backwards as his head slowly tilted back while his teeth felt as if they would break from the force with which he clenched them. He only managed to keep the cry of pain held up for a short time before it burst forth.

Images flooded him, the enormous red dragon, Barthomel rearing forth. His huge body rose up over a city as flames engulfed it. Red dragons fought each other in the sky, their companions fighting as well on the ground. The thick red wings expanded, shooting outwards to cover the area. His gaping maw opened and he let forth an ear shattering roar. The three dragons from before appeared, one black, one red and one white. They were larger than the ones fighting over the city, yet they were still smaller than Barthomel. They each held a kind of power that exceeded anything Talon had ever seen before.

The city darkened slowly as the fighting grew longer, the red dragons wheeling in the sky were the only thing that marked the place for Talon. However, the vision wasn't done yet and as he continued to watch through the blinding pain, the white dragon that attacked Barthomel came in too close and the enormous dragon landed a slash that raked down the beautiful white scales. Talon's body arched forward, the pain from that attack flooding him. In the distance he heard Vy's voice screaming his own pain as he too felt it.

As the white dragon fell, twisting in the air, the image showed Talon a silver brace that was wrapped around the end of the dragons tail. He wondered why it looked so familiar, but it didn't click until after the vision faded and he was dropped onto the floor. His breath was short and ragged, his bloodied hand and arm reaching up to clench his chest as he lay there. The silver brace faded to a dull glow and he opened his eyes slightly.

"Ro'ell is next," he coughed out.