Snippet #1495501

Maybe he was too into this fighting business. In past years, he would have been hiding in the back hoping the children would be weakened enough for him to take them out. Now he was part of the vanguard, the Black Guard. He had a massive construct backing him up. His commanding officer had become a warrior akin to a beast. War changes people, it was surprising how fearless Kisikoni had become. When one lived under constant peril, some of the more frightening aspects lose weight when making decisions.

When the roar of the Hatchlings cut through the sky, he looked up. They had split, just as a bemused Beelzes enlightened Kisikoni about the situation. He clucked his tongue once, just as it landed on the edge of a building near the Deep Human's position. The golem regarded the dragon impassively, and turned back to an immediate threat- smashing a elf that tried to take the thoughtful Deep Human by surprise with a swing of it's fist. The dragon bared it's fangs, seemingly euphoric about killing it's first victim. The observing deep human wouldn't know. He wasn't too familiar with Dragon psychology.

Talae joined him, as well as Duran. He smiled once at Talae's little insert. "I only wish I had a witty response to that." He replied quickly, just as the dragon began to lunge. "Move. I have a plan." He urged. Beelzes did so- seeing as she was getting out of harms way at the same time. Kisikoni wasn't too sure about Talae or Duran, but he wasn't going to let this wall become rubble because of a dragon. A very big dragon. Much bigger up close. He calmed himself, as time seemed to slow down.

Long ago, the Deep Humans made an ancient pact with the gods of the Earth. With spilled blood, and the promise to never willingly live above ground ever again, they were given a significant power that differed them from their brother race. Lord of the Earth. I beg thou, grant me thy blessing. He thought, and the air seemed to stifle among Kisikoni.

It was a very risky plan. The deep human had no damned clue if this would work on a dragon- but he figured since it was just a Hatchling, it had a reasonable chance of affecting it. The best chance was while it was happening mid-lunge, it opened up a place to attack if it worked. Fear, was the key word here. The god-sent power gave Deep Humans to instill a state of supernatural fear into the enemy, which is what he was trying to force upon the lunging hatchling. He lunged toward the dragon, rolling just under it's gaping jaw and tried to sink both butterfly blades into the underside of the dragon.