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Well damn! He didn't think that he'd get a hit on him that quick. The little fluffy white drake must have been real pissed that he took his pendent. Must have been real pissed if he worked that hard to find out he did it.
His cheek twinged, warningly as he arched back, lazily, barely having the blade graze him as the mercenary charged at him.
Not shabby for an upstart. The sting along his nose spoke of that. Even half assed, he wouldn't have expected to hit, the Rex had some good reflexes. He hopped back and ducked, right as the blade skimmed his hair. Was quick too for a big sword. He cracked a grin at his own little joke, but ears perked as his scales tinged with heat. Quickly he dived off to the side before the Rex could slash down, and watched as flames flickered and licked against the blade.
"Ah, enchantment. Thought so." He said more so to himself. he felt the magic alongside the blade. A rare thing for a merc to have. The little voodoiest must have gave it to him. Not that it mattered.
"Gilian!" Old Rick roar chilled him to the bone more so than the flaming sword that opposed him, his opponent unweaving as the last person shot out the bar. "You're ruining my fucking bar! Do something else this is going on your tab! ALL OF IT!"
God Damn it! He growled lowly as the lightning sparked across his fingers. "Sorry hatchling, but I'm going to have to have you take this out side." He charged forth.
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Tagg is a fire mage/greatsword wielder. At one point of time he was apart of the shadow scales, an elite group of assassins. Now he roams on his own with the skills he had learned. One day he has aquired a mission to hunt down and kill Gilian, the dragon who has stolen something from the man who is hiring Tagg. As you know Gilian is the deity of wind, but most do not know of this. Before Gilian was turned, he was a mortal who, for hire, tracked down valuable things for those that hired his services.
Rather those things was in someone elses care or not. With that in mind, Tagg goes out to accomplish his mission in which he finds Gilian in a bar. He challenges Gilian, and Gilian being the battle ready man he is accepts.
Though of course, leave it to Gilian to handicap himself on purpose to enjoy the fight, just a bit more.
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His cheek twinged, warningly as he arched back, lazily, barely having the blade graze him as the mercenary charged at him.
Not shabby for an upstart. The sting along his nose spoke of that. Even half assed, he wouldn't have expected to hit, the Rex had some good reflexes. He hopped back and ducked, right as the blade skimmed his hair. Was quick too for a big sword. He cracked a grin at his own little joke, but ears perked as his scales tinged with heat. Quickly he dived off to the side before the Rex could slash down, and watched as flames flickered and licked against the blade.
"Ah, enchantment. Thought so." He said more so to himself. he felt the magic alongside the blade. A rare thing for a merc to have. The little voodoiest must have gave it to him. Not that it mattered.
"Gilian!" Old Rick roar chilled him to the bone more so than the flaming sword that opposed him, his opponent unweaving as the last person shot out the bar. "You're ruining my fucking bar! Do something else this is going on your tab! ALL OF IT!"
God Damn it! He growled lowly as the lightning sparked across his fingers. "Sorry hatchling, but I'm going to have to have you take this out side." He charged forth.
Background to this picture:
Tagg is a fire mage/greatsword wielder. At one point of time he was apart of the shadow scales, an elite group of assassins. Now he roams on his own with the skills he had learned. One day he has aquired a mission to hunt down and kill Gilian, the dragon who has stolen something from the man who is hiring Tagg. As you know Gilian is the deity of wind, but most do not know of this. Before Gilian was turned, he was a mortal who, for hire, tracked down valuable things for those that hired his services.
Rather those things was in someone elses care or not. With that in mind, Tagg goes out to accomplish his mission in which he finds Gilian in a bar. He challenges Gilian, and Gilian being the battle ready man he is accepts.
Though of course, leave it to Gilian to handicap himself on purpose to enjoy the fight, just a bit more.
Art is done by the amazing
go watch him, he needs your loveCharacters are
Category All / All
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Well that is a close call all you got was a scratch below the eye, like that should affect you at all as you are a deity. I like the style flow of movement and design, it is a nice shading lighting technique with glow aura, and based on the bar scene background lets just a full on bar fight does not ensue.
Well damn! He didn't think that he'd get a hit on him that quick. The little fluffy white drake must have been real pissed that he took his pendent. Must have been real pissed if he worked that hard to find out he did it.
His cheek twinged, warningly as he arched back, lazily, barely having the blade graze him as the mercenary charged at him.
Not shabby for an upstart. The sting along his nose spoke of that. Even half assed, he wouldn't have expected to hit, the Rex had some good reflexes. He hopped back and ducked, right as the blade skimmed his hair. Was quick too for a big sword. He cracked a grin at his own little joke, but ears perked as his scales tinged with heat. Quickly he dived off to the side before the Rex could slash down, and watched as flames flickered and licked against the blade.
"Ah, enchantment. Thought so." He said more so to himself. he felt the magic alongside the blade. A rare thing for a merc to have. The little voodoiest must have gave it to him. Not that it mattered.
"Gilian!" Old Rick roar chilled him to the bone more so than the flaming sword that opposed him, his opponent unweaving as the last person shot out the bar. "You're ruining my fucking bar! Do something else this is going on your tab! ALL OF IT!"
God Damn it! He growled lowly as the lightning sparked across his fingers. "Sorry hatchling, but I'm going to have to have you take this out side." He charged forth.
His cheek twinged, warningly as he arched back, lazily, barely having the blade graze him as the mercenary charged at him.
Not shabby for an upstart. The sting along his nose spoke of that. Even half assed, he wouldn't have expected to hit, the Rex had some good reflexes. He hopped back and ducked, right as the blade skimmed his hair. Was quick too for a big sword. He cracked a grin at his own little joke, but ears perked as his scales tinged with heat. Quickly he dived off to the side before the Rex could slash down, and watched as flames flickered and licked against the blade.
"Ah, enchantment. Thought so." He said more so to himself. he felt the magic alongside the blade. A rare thing for a merc to have. The little voodoiest must have gave it to him. Not that it mattered.
"Gilian!" Old Rick roar chilled him to the bone more so than the flaming sword that opposed him, his opponent unweaving as the last person shot out the bar. "You're ruining my fucking bar! Do something else this is going on your tab! ALL OF IT!"
God Damn it! He growled lowly as the lightning sparked across his fingers. "Sorry hatchling, but I'm going to have to have you take this out side." He charged forth.
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