Snippet #1572444

The Deep Human turned. As always, it was Talae that found him instead of the other way around. Funny how things like that worked out. He was slightly warmed by her concerns- Kisikoni wasn't too sure himself if he wanted to fight- but it was an obligation, not an incentive. He fought for a good amount of time in the Legion of Ashes- He wasn't going to back down now once they were starting to encroach onto Dragon territory for the first time. And time was of the essence- if they delayed too long, the race-slaying spells of the Dragons will slash their forces one more, possibly to the point where there was too small of an army to resist.

He was going to answer the dark elf when the order was given to charge the walls. He moved with the crowd- which eventually spread out into a spacious rush. As they approached, many tapped their armor to elicit a boost that would help them scramble up the ladders placed by the frontmen. Projectiles began to rain down, sending men sprawling with arrows in their shoulders, neck, and sometimes their heads. Kisikoni was rather worried until Talae took a running jump using two of the armor's charms. She landed lithely up on the wall, calling for himself. Turning to Pel and jerking his head quickly to do likewise, they both called on their armor.

Jumping, he soared through the air and landed on the wall. Pel was not too far behind- the battle medic that wouldn't be denied landing a split second after the Deep Human. Talae had already began fighting the defenders, and Kisikoni whipped out his Butterfly blades to begin the same. While the Children of Fire had weapons that abused the range they had on his swords, Kisikoni was used to this the moment he had his first battle. He had to adjust, which was why his attacks were so aggressive.

May I cut in?

Kisikoni shrugged.

A inhuman strength coursed through his legs and he blazed past a Child's slash to jam the blade into his gut. Withdrawing it, Kisikoni looked over and brought his elbow down to bring a spear head clunking into the cobblestone, before releasing a left roundhouse kick that snapped the Child's neck. Landing on both feet, he deflected a sword stroke, spinning up the length of the blade and sinking his own sword into the Child's back. It had only just begun, and Kisikoni had begun drawing on this innate power.

He felt thorn-like growths begin to emerge from his legs, some punching through the cloth on his lower trousers, but that was about it. The being sensed Kisikoni's irritation, and smirked coldly.