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Darkest Silver
BrokenDollEyes
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Hartia Raye Pendragon
Deus Ex Aizen
Tonro the Bronze Dragonzord.
Laughing as he was chased by a Demoness Lassie and the Orb of Destruction, Tonro was having the time of his life. The literal, no joke...Time of His Life.
"Doesn't Matter What You Call Me Hartia, Your Still a Whiny b***h!!!!"
Tonro roared over the crackle of the orb following him, taking the stairs upwards four at a time. Bursting through a bedroom door as he reached a landing, the Bronze tore across the room at the window where the shadow of Ravenna/Raven/Ai'a was just passing under.
Diving through the window with a rotation, the Bronze reached out and tapped her in the shoulder with the cast iron skillet, or tried to anyways. If it hit well.....if it hit A'ia she'd feel as if she'd just ran face first into a ten meter thick steel wall with her shoulder.
To the Dragon, it was a lovetap but to most others it was a bonebreaking blow of epic proportions. How she dealt with it would be amusing, but Tonro had no great plans for it. It was just a way of showing his skill in this sort of game.
"Tag Chickita."
He'd laugh as he vanished through the next buildings lower window, his arms held above hs head as he went into a parkour-like dive, rolling to his feet back down on the first floor as he flew over the opposite stairs, his left foot resting against the wall before the turn down into this homes kitchen, staring up at the hole.
With a smile and a underhanded flick, Tonro chucked the frying pan into the orb as it crested through the window and without even keeping track of what happened, he was off again, bursting through the wall behind and to the left of Hartia and Orphen without even stopping, the dust and wooden shards flying as he crossed the road and dove into another building across the way, moving further in the city.
Meanwhile
The Fae might find herself drawn to a small house on the corner where within, she'd hear the sounds of a child hyperborian crying softly.
Would she go in???
Laughing as he was chased by a Demoness Lassie and the Orb of Destruction, Tonro was having the time of his life. The literal, no joke...Time of His Life.
"Doesn't Matter What You Call Me Hartia, Your Still a Whiny b***h!!!!"
Tonro roared over the crackle of the orb following him, taking the stairs upwards four at a time. Bursting through a bedroom door as he reached a landing, the Bronze tore across the room at the window where the shadow of Ravenna/Raven/Ai'a was just passing under.
Diving through the window with a rotation, the Bronze reached out and tapped her in the shoulder with the cast iron skillet, or tried to anyways. If it hit well.....if it hit A'ia she'd feel as if she'd just ran face first into a ten meter thick steel wall with her shoulder.
To the Dragon, it was a lovetap but to most others it was a bonebreaking blow of epic proportions. How she dealt with it would be amusing, but Tonro had no great plans for it. It was just a way of showing his skill in this sort of game.
"Tag Chickita."
He'd laugh as he vanished through the next buildings lower window, his arms held above hs head as he went into a parkour-like dive, rolling to his feet back down on the first floor as he flew over the opposite stairs, his left foot resting against the wall before the turn down into this homes kitchen, staring up at the hole.
With a smile and a underhanded flick, Tonro chucked the frying pan into the orb as it crested through the window and without even keeping track of what happened, he was off again, bursting through the wall behind and to the left of Hartia and Orphen without even stopping, the dust and wooden shards flying as he crossed the road and dove into another building across the way, moving further in the city.
Meanwhile
The Fae might find herself drawn to a small house on the corner where within, she'd hear the sounds of a child hyperborian crying softly.
Would she go in???
