Grimm must retract the spikes before he can move again. At a blade honed of Pale Ore slashed at his back, Grimm jars forward, dragging his wings back in too late.
No matter. He has landed enough strikes to remain confident now, and he whirls into flame and reappears on a different platform. Grimm braces an arm against his wing and sends winged flame searing towards them.
He is faster than he was in the tent when they faced each other before - there was rhythm to that, and even then it had been a testing sort of encounter, feeling out the power of the Summoner. Not so now.
Now that they've managed to strike back, the Heart thrums, ever more defiant, becoming a pulsing beacon against the Shadelord's presence. They will perhaps find this harder to miss.
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No matter. He has landed enough strikes to remain confident now, and he whirls into flame and reappears on a different platform. Grimm braces an arm against his wing and sends winged flame searing towards them.
He is faster than he was in the tent when they faced each other before - there was rhythm to that, and even then it had been a testing sort of encounter, feeling out the power of the Summoner. Not so now.
Now that they've managed to strike back, the Heart thrums, ever more defiant, becoming a pulsing beacon against the Shadelord's presence. They will perhaps find this harder to miss.