Somos had run off to higher grounds and didn't seem to be in any hurry to end his part of the melee, busy as he was conversing with this so-called Troall. He wasn't paying enough attention to what they were saying, though he did catch something about a reward. He'd have to inquire about it later.
As he reluctantly prepared to finish off the stragglers, he saw one of them head toward Somos' perch while the rest began breathing fire onto the floor, melting his hard work. That could be a problem. He was lucky he'd taken those two off guard then, but the leftovers wouldn't roll over and let him do the same trick twice. By its very nature, his element would've been at a disadvantage.
If they were on equal footing, that is.
All he had to do was overwhelm them, though part of him knew that continuing this fight was dangerous. The other part -the other him, the one that was colder than the Roenden glaciers, the one whose whispers in his ears had gotten louder and *louder* as time went on-, didn't want *any* of these creatures to think that they had a *chance* at besting him.
He was *stronger*. Stronger than them. Stronger than *anything*.
All he had to do was let go of the illusion of control.
It sounded so tempting.
Why not just give in?
Why not, indeed.
He let go.
Eyes aglow, they stepped forward, the air around them freezing in mesmerizing specks of snow that slowly began to spiral in an all too familiar fashion.
'*Spread*' they thought, '*All belongs to the Cold*'
Renya
Somos had run off to higher grounds and didn't seem to be in any hurry to end his part of the melee, busy as he was conversing with this so-called Troall. He wasn't paying enough attention to what they were saying, though he did catch something about a reward. He'd have to inquire about it later. As he reluctantly prepared to finish off the stragglers, he saw one of them head toward Somos' perch while the rest began breathing fire onto the floor, melting his hard work. That could be a problem. He was lucky he'd taken those two off guard then, but the leftovers wouldn't roll over and let him do the same trick twice. By its very nature, his element would've been at a disadvantage. If they were on equal footing, that is. All he had to do was overwhelm them, though part of him knew that continuing this fight was dangerous. The other part -the other him, the one that was colder than the Roenden glaciers, the one whose whispers in his ears had gotten louder and *louder* as time went on-, didn't want *any* of these creatures to think that they had a *chance* at besting him. He was *stronger*. Stronger than them. Stronger than *anything*. All he had to do was let go of the illusion of control. It sounded so tempting. Why not just give in? Why not, indeed. He let go. Eyes aglow, they stepped forward, the air around them freezing in mesmerizing specks of snow that slowly began to spiral in an all too familiar fashion. '*Spread*' they thought, '*All belongs to the Cold*'
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