Snippet #2819771

The very moment the rock music hit the ears of the Raudd a very audible sigh left his mouth, it was also at that point that his incessant onslaught on the shapeshifter stopped anticipating something akin to a meteor strike. He barely managed to take a jump step back and get into a defensive stance before the indestructible mass impacted the creature of ink. At least he managed to avoid getting more dust into his eyes having managed to somehow close his eyes at exactly the right time as Alex cleared the impact site. Though he presumed that if his pain reception still worked to any degree that all that dust acting as a coagulating agent in his cuts, scrapes and the gash left by the creatures stinger he would probably be in a world of pain right now, that was probably worth losing the attached adrenaline response.

"Hmmm, Mr. big and hard has arrived." Zolya let slip from her mouth with a cheeky smile. "Less chatting more fighting, before I lose my rush." Raudd said to the others not wasting any more time before making a jumping charge at the creature. His shield impact it's body with a dull thud almost instantly stopping any and all forward momentum he had and leaving him landed in boot deep mud. "Of course that's exactly what we needed. Zolya, make yourself useful and get rid of this crap." He yelled at this sister. To which she answered by flipping through the pages of her book settling on a particular one and with the swift motion of her hand launched a ray of bright light at Raudd and the area around him.

The ray was quite effective at drying out the ground locally, but at the same time it was quite literally setting Raudd on fire. Not that the now burning viking let that affect him in any way shape or form, rather than that he was basking in the flames and enjoying the sound of the trailing flames trying to catch up with the burning axe as it swung around continuing the onslaught from before Alex interfered with his arrival. With this much pandemonium happening he wouldn't be out of the fight for all that long anyways, so no need to bother caring about something trivial like being on fire.

In the meantime Zolya turned her attention back to the templar who appeared to be in some sort of a daze talking some gibberish almost as if she thought she was in some sort of virtual reality game. Then again for her this world was probably about as foreign as any game world. She urged the stag she was riding to follow alongside the templar, hoping that maybe a few words could help her get to grips with the reality. "Sweety, this isn't some kind of game world. You're in what we call the undercity, the... Eh, underbelly of Titans fall that most topside like to forget exists, if they aren't blissfully unaware of it's existence." She tried to explain, though she wasn't too sure if that was a sufficient explanation for someone who had their reality turned upside down.