GreenBirdie
Myself
Dream hadn't cowered. He performed in battle, he performed in life, he performed to those he needed to in order to survive in the past-
And he performed now.
He wasn't paying any attention to the others. A stoic gaze was on his face, the near-perfect mask, as he continued his work. He wasn't going to let Maelstrom go. Using a spell, he forced active spells on Maelstrom to be dispelled, and then Maelstrom fastly shrunk back to his regular, small, colt size. His face was empty, his eyes unfocused. "Clear!" He shouted again, a stronger lightning bolt shooting from his horn to Maelstrom's frail body. He began compressing his chest.
And he performed now.
He wasn't paying any attention to the others. A stoic gaze was on his face, the near-perfect mask, as he continued his work. He wasn't going to let Maelstrom go. Using a spell, he forced active spells on Maelstrom to be dispelled, and then Maelstrom fastly shrunk back to his regular, small, colt size. His face was empty, his eyes unfocused. "Clear!" He shouted again, a stronger lightning bolt shooting from his horn to Maelstrom's frail body. He began compressing his chest.