Cold. That was all he felt. He couldn't remember what warmth felt like after plunging into that icy river, the very choice he made when he escaped the place he once called home. The days he spent there all seemed like a dream that he could never dre...
Rowan narrowed his eyes at the traitorous human in front of him. Trying to figure out a goddamn weak spot to use against Kreig. The others scowled at the man, showing their weapons, and violence held a promise in their tense muscles. Kreig smiled at them, but his eyes were focused on Rowan. The look that the formal general have him was one of curiosity, greed, and revenge. Kreig felt off about this boy. There was something dark in him, something malicious and psychotic that reminded him of the Briarwoods. Kreig sniffed the air, and smelled a whiff of immensely dense of dark magic. Kreig decided to finish off the others, and leave this one alive. Rowan gripped the hilt of his two short-swords sheathed beside his waist. One of the left, and one of the right.
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(That's what they look like)
"What do you mean by that?" Rowan asked warily.
Kreig just laughed. The sound of clothes being ripped was heard, and echoed throughout the cavern. Kreig haunches forwards, and two wings sprouted behave behind his back. The transformation was both mesmerizing, and disgusting in his opinion. Kreig---no, Brymscythe--- came out. Kreig's head now turned into a scaly, tinted-blue dragon scales. His neck elongated as tall as a tavern building, and an intricate design on his neck struck Rowan as odd, but he and the Vox Machina had no time to say and think before a blast of blue lightning was sent to attack them. Rowan yelled in defiance, and ran away from the dragon. He needed to get a specific distance to place a spell on that fucker. He unsheathed his Dark short-swords, angled it in such way that no matter what position he was in, Rowan could still kill some assholes and bitches.
Rowan grabbed Vax by the cape to avoid getting him killed by a boulder. "Use your eyes, asshole," he hissed, and his behind a stalagmite.
"You're the one to fucking talk. You nearly got burnt to crispy Rowan," he countered. Vax's chocolate eyes gave him a very weird feeling in the chest.
"Hey, I didn't go to fucking greed mode when I saw the gold---DUCK!" Rowan thee himself to the ground.
Vax simply fell down to his butt, but remained down as the stalagmite shattered into a million pieces. Some of the rocks encased their bodies. Grog pulled the two mercenaries from the pile of different sized borders, and set them down.
"Fuck that hurts!" Vax angrily said, and winced at the pain in his arms.
"Grog, run!" Rowan yelled and like a ninja, parkoured over the cavern.
"Shit! Fuck, Grog! Come on---what the hell?!" Vax yelped as Grog picked the elf, ad three him over his shoulder. "I can fucking run, you know!"
Grog shook his head as he dodged another fallen stalactite. "Too slow, Vax."
"Over here, you assholes!" Vex called out from a distance.
The four of them quickly sprinter toward Vex and the others, who were sheltered by ruins of boulders. Rowan made a shield just for safety precautions, and such.
"So what's the plan, Vex?" Scanlan asked mockingly.
"I'm trying to think, gnome!"
"Well then think faster before we get killed!"
"And this is why I hate working with other people," he muttered under his breath.
"We need a plan." Vax put in not-so-helpfully.
"Great idea, Vax'ildan. We should've made one before we came in this hell hole." Rowan snarked.
"Okay! Okay!" He growled. "I get it, you don't like us----"
Rowan took out both of his daggers. "Here's an amazing idea. Fuck shit up."
"What?" They all asked in confusion.
Rowan smirked. "You guys sadi teamwork isn't in your league, right?"
Vex nodded slowly. "Yes, but what's your-oh. Oh!"
A wicked grin toyed on his face. "Exactly. Now, who's ready to make a mess of things?"
