Vahliri’s eyes narrowed harshly, fixed upon the creature that rushed towards her. The half-Annfyn wasn’t the least bit surprised - albeit irritated all the same - to see the molten monstrosities melt and reshape themselves, effectively rendering their Cryokinesis a waste of time. Nevertheless, she wasted no time in responding to the sudden assault.
Pulling the other saberhilt from her belt, Vahliri pushed off her left foot - darting to forward and to the left to dodge the incoming scythe and put herself on the creature’s flank. While it’s oversized weapon missed it’s mark and continued towards the ground, the half-Annfyn turned to face her opponent - following up with a horizontal slash of her right arm, in an attempt to sever its its skeletal leg from its body and cut through the weapon it wielded.
Whatever the reason, Vahliri took a step backwards - attempting to draw the monstrosity further away from the pool. If the streams of gold were anything to go by, distance from the supply of molten metal was likely a good thing.
“Since we answered one of your questions, maybe you could answer one of ours!” She called out to the child, her sensitive hearing meaning she was able to pick up on the majority of what was being said. “That only seems fair.”
“What is your name?” If the child was indeed the one Chorizo had hurt, the name ought to have been a familiar one.
Pulling the other saberhilt from her belt, Vahliri pushed off her left foot - darting to forward and to the left to dodge the incoming scythe and put herself on the creature’s flank. While it’s oversized weapon missed it’s mark and continued towards the ground, the half-Annfyn turned to face her opponent - following up with a horizontal slash of her right arm, in an attempt to sever its its skeletal leg from its body and cut through the weapon it wielded.
Whatever the reason, Vahliri took a step backwards - attempting to draw the monstrosity further away from the pool. If the streams of gold were anything to go by, distance from the supply of molten metal was likely a good thing.
“Since we answered one of your questions, maybe you could answer one of ours!” She called out to the child, her sensitive hearing meaning she was able to pick up on the majority of what was being said. “That only seems fair.”
“What is your name?” If the child was indeed the one Chorizo had hurt, the name ought to have been a familiar one.