Etore-And-Dragh
Soaring across the sky, the loud screech of an absolutely massive black bird flying through the sky could be spotted. It would be something Taren had never witnessed before, something so foreign, so unique that most wouldn't be able to resist curiosity of wondering what it was.
It was so massive that it almost looked like a feathered dragon, so standoutish that it was almost impossible not to spot.
Its wings spanned the the sky in a size so big that it almost seemed impossible.
Upon this beasts back, was something white. It was pale, and unidentifiable from their position in the sky, but it almost seemed like it might be a package, or a rider, yet it was so pale it almost seemed like a... cloud?
Every flap of the birds wings would create such a heavy current of air that it'd give a slight breeze through the tops of the trees, the exact place that Etoré, the rider, was scanning with his black orbs for eyes, to find the telltale red cloak of his target.
Etore-And-Dragh
@Trancendeance Dragh's intentions were easily understood when her spread wings remained spread, and her dive from high in the sky angled in a manner so that soon her wings first shaved the tops of the thick trees, but very quickly turned to crashing further in, where the trunks grew thick and sturdy. The trees screamed loud with the pulverizing of wood as they gave way to the sheer weight of the massive beast; she was causing this destruction purposefully. She was trying to harm the girl in the red hood. Her deathly eyes, fixated directly onto her, almost taunting her, knowing she wouldn't dare make a move on an animal, and she didn't care which Taren was the real and which the fraud. Dragh was undoubtedly being bombarded with the shrapnel of the trees, and a strange liquid, only assumed to be blood, slicked off her black feathers with each wound, yet she'd do as commanded. She was the servant of Etoré. "Taren," a thickly accented voice sounded, pronouncing her name the best he could in spite of the accent, "Save yourself the trouble". The inhuman voice sounded, rumbling low and bouncing between the trees. It would likely go unquestioned that it belonged to the pale, cloaked humanoid who steadily approached from above in the tree tops. Yet where did the sound come from? From what one could see, he had no mouth, at least from their distance. "We might sparre you, if you give what we want." his voice was sly and his very demeanor was almost merciless. He wanted that plasma. A weapon of such potential, he needed it, desired it, and he would do anything to get it into his hands. In reality, he had no intentions of sparing this half Hiban girl. She was a filthy hybrid as it was. She did not deserve to live on, he thought. He wouldn't so much as flinch when the sound of the bird crashing through the dense forest began. He trusted that he would be safe. Protective shield [3] Medium sized projectiles can no longer pass through the clear dome around him.
Trancendeance
@Etore-And-Dragh If Taren were on speaking terms with either invader, she would have admitted that they were intimidating her (not that her hood-covered face would show it). The assault upon her ears almost stunh. And imminent assault on her body heightened the sense of dread that had only been steadily increasing since their arrival. Her hands shook. Her feet kept sure. The bird would notice the figure in the red hood leaping up higher to evade the crashing. Etoré would see the opposite with the true body. Uncaptureable by ordinary eyes, she was indeed. But in her descent, she realized that Etoré wasn't minding the projections. Relieving herself of invisibility would become less taxing on her body, and so that's what she did when her bare feet hit the ground. Glancing upwards, she had fear in her blue eyes, though her face remained rigid. Her challenge was clear, though. Plasma continued to flow into her weapon, as well as the illusionary weapons of her illusions. The illusion Etore had passed quickly approached her creator, perhaps to give the bird above confusion. Scythe [2] - More plasma is being used to add to it. Invisibility[Canceled]
Etore-And-Dragh
@Trancendeance Etoré's eyes never met with the supposed female in front of him, he saw right through her, like a mere projection of consciousness. Like she was only a mirage or reflection. It was not what he was looking for. Taren, is what he was looking for. In an almost lithe sort of movement, the creature had bent his knees, and shot straight up, in a tremendously high jump towards the first avaliable branch, grasping it to swing himself up onto it. The closer he seemed to get, the more sense of dread Taren would get from him and the air surrounding him. He'd go on without much attention given to the illusion, now stepping a foot infront of the other and walking along the branch. His balance seemed unchallenged, perfect, almost. Meanwhile, Dragh's attention would instantly befall on the Taren that destroyed her projectile, beady red eyes taunting as its long and ununiform beak would part, she she would dive forward. The sound that blasted from the beady eyed beast was nothing like the loud screaches from before. What came now was without arguement, a blood curdling scream of rage from the temperamental animal. It would bring about one more swoop of it's monstrously massive wings, and before one knew it, that beast of a creature which alone stood tall at sixteen feet, was soaring towards the tree line with its dangerously sharp -noted in character sheet- and muscular wings spread, spread in a manner that showed its intentions of crashing through the trees to get at her. This action was risky, and would likely harm her and the forest, but it was nothing that she couldn't just heal and get over with. Any animal in its right mind, bird or land dwelling, would have potential fled or began to flee from the moment in which this massive beast let out its scream. Protective shield [2] The shield forming around Etoré continues to grow stronger. Small projectiles can no longer pass through the shield.
