Demonhunter
Three Thousand Club
Bane himself was beginning to grow impatient. He'd been struck rather hard and next thing he knew his trophy was gone, wings still intact. He growls in irritation as the fog grew thick. He should have known the brat wasn't alone.
"Oi. Feels like your kind always travel in packs, ey?" He groans, noticing the multitude of oil barels and the burning docks Deimos so kindly provided him with. He grew even more irritated with the arrows imbedding into his back with minimal pain.
"Really chica?" He picks up an oil barrel jamming his fist into it to poke a hole in it then throws it through the flames as it finds itself on the docks in front of Thea, gas quickly burning, about to burst into flames. now to deal with the screeching. He covers his ears waiting on the barrel to explode to shut her up.
Deimos was no where near close enough to do anything about that barrel. He'd gladly take the burn if he could, he was a dragon after all, mostly fireproof but it'd make his dragon's breath spell much stronger. Either way he assumed Thea could handle it, she looked smart. right now he was making some minions hate their lives by leaving them blind, burned or a nasty combination of the two. Their skin smoked and appeared white and glimmering as moonlight stuck to them, singing their skin in a painful-yet non-deadly manner. Most of the damage would be to their retinas as staring directly at his spells was like staring into the moon with an extremely high powered telescope and then magnified by a factor of about 6 or 7.
Some were stumbling about, most fell off the docks on their own. Atleast the fog made it easier to blind who he wanted and no accidentally searing the eyes of his newly acquired friends. He needed to find a way to get closer to Bane himself. Blinding the big man and possibly pinning him with scorching moonlight would definately be helpful. He just had to find the right oppurtunity as not to get grabbed again.
"Oi. Feels like your kind always travel in packs, ey?" He groans, noticing the multitude of oil barels and the burning docks Deimos so kindly provided him with. He grew even more irritated with the arrows imbedding into his back with minimal pain.
"Really chica?" He picks up an oil barrel jamming his fist into it to poke a hole in it then throws it through the flames as it finds itself on the docks in front of Thea, gas quickly burning, about to burst into flames. now to deal with the screeching. He covers his ears waiting on the barrel to explode to shut her up.
Deimos was no where near close enough to do anything about that barrel. He'd gladly take the burn if he could, he was a dragon after all, mostly fireproof but it'd make his dragon's breath spell much stronger. Either way he assumed Thea could handle it, she looked smart. right now he was making some minions hate their lives by leaving them blind, burned or a nasty combination of the two. Their skin smoked and appeared white and glimmering as moonlight stuck to them, singing their skin in a painful-yet non-deadly manner. Most of the damage would be to their retinas as staring directly at his spells was like staring into the moon with an extremely high powered telescope and then magnified by a factor of about 6 or 7.
Some were stumbling about, most fell off the docks on their own. Atleast the fog made it easier to blind who he wanted and no accidentally searing the eyes of his newly acquired friends. He needed to find a way to get closer to Bane himself. Blinding the big man and possibly pinning him with scorching moonlight would definately be helpful. He just had to find the right oppurtunity as not to get grabbed again.