PseudoLives
The Epitome of the Constantly Confused
The guards rushed from the brush to form a shield of men before Brenner. Ever since their last meeting, all of Bren's underbelly scales and half of the scales on his neck, back and tail were white. His eyes were a milky gray like those of a blind person. He coughed out a thick plume of smoke, a ball of flame striking the ground before Lyra, killing a handful of her warriors. The kingly guardsmen raised their weapons and let out a war cry before setting forwards.