Snippet #2538715

Argus had walked away quickly, before even answering Wrex. Why would any warrior decline aid, or at least speak as to why they can't or won't? This confused him severely. He was used to warriors who kept a neutral respect of everyone and were more than willing to help and be helped.

"I really don't understand what goes through a human's mind." Wrex voiced, not realizing that he was speaking. Why were humans always like that? Wrex thought that dragonborn tended to be proud and prideful. This human, from what Wrex could gather, was far more than any dragonborn that he had ever met.

He then looked to Jag. "You wouldn't happen to understand humans, would you?" Wrex questioned. He expected no answer.

Wrex sat on the ground. He was confused and knew only one thing that could clear his head, meditating. Putting his hands on his knees, he ran through a set of powers he had learned many years ago and repeated many more times. First, his body became surrounded in a dull, cold, white flame that gave ice rather than flames. Next, bolts of lightning began to jump around Wrex's armor, each creating a light blue pulse of light. Then the leaves on the ground began to circle him at waist height.

Now was the time to practice the new magics. First among them was causing the grass to grow around Wrex like a new set of armor, before being blow away from the dragonborn. Then was the increase of raw strength, which after charging up for a few minutes, Wrex used to throw himself through a tree.

Lifting his head, Wrex opened his eyes. He observed, only the moon as his light, the forest. To him, it was beautiful and new. Then Wrex saw the dancing light of fire. It was still, moving as if the floor had caught fire. He could not let the forest burn.

Wrex shot down the forest, ignoring anything but the quickest path to the fire. Bursting from the tree lines, Wrex looked around, seeing that the fire had been held in Kaijuu's mouth. Disappointed in himself for mistaking the flame, Wrex turned, his head hung low.