RP:Yet Another Minotaur

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Background

Raz was nonchalantly drinking a half glass of vodka when some fiery being appeared within the tavern, and tossed a fireball at a wall. Not wanting to deal with fire like that, the elf lycan goes up to Slintora and boldy asks what he's doing... Only for him to check her out on all sides and claim her as his wife, quite certain that his saying so makes it true. Before she could be hauled off without any help, Roytoc (who has a strong mind link with Raziel) enters the establishment and tries to stop the creature, who teleports away in a mass of fire, the First Ranger to go and hunt them down using Raziel's mind to connect with hers and use like a GPS.

Where the Minotaur teleported happened to be Thea's castle in Enchantment, the throne room surprisingly empty that day. Roytoc finally arrives while Raz attempts to make an escape, but couldn't figure out where the doors were. Upon Roytoc's arrival, a brawl ensues between the Minotaur and Drow, though neither win or lose. Raz, however, is brought to safety and the odd family of elf lycans, drow, and humans leave the hotel they were staying in to go and hide somewhere, without giving anyone out of the family knowledge of their whereabouts.


Slintora Finds A 'Wife'

Slintora appears in a burst of flames. He was rearing for some action. He quickly looked at each occupant in turn, a widening grin forming on his lips.


Raziel nonchalantly sips her vodka, the sound of flames noted but not given much thought. The blind woman's raven keeping a close eye upon the stranger.


Slintora looked about, heat radiating from the body in waves. The Bull had awoken and it was time to light some fires. Perhaps he could make the cold autumn feel like summer again. His hand ignited, and he tossed a ball of flames to the wall nearest the exit, watching them quickly spread.. This filled him with glee.


Raziel finished her drink as the fiery being began to spread fire within the tavern, the woman quirking a brow as the raven caws out in shock. However, rather than leaving through that hole in the southern wall, she stands and marches straight up to Slintora, crossing her arms, and clearing her throat, the brim of her hat covering her eyes, "Hey, excuse me, but what the hell do you think you're doing?" Raz generally not caring on the size of whomever she speaks with, nor the looks.


Slintora glanced down at the little girl with a surprised look upon his face. "Hmm.." she should be feeling the waves radiate from his very body, the heat was rather intense. He slowly stalked around her, examining every inch like she was a trophy. When he found himself back in front of her, he grabbed her up, "Come on girl. You’re going to be my wife."


Raziel growls deeply as she's grab, "Like hell I am!" her teeth bared and sent to hopefully be driven into the man's flesh, despite his intense heat. "I'm taken!"


Slintora laughs as she bites into him. Boiling blood would spurt into her mouth as he hoisted her and then began to walk out. "Let’s go home wife."


Raziel spits, the blood rather hot and disgusting to her tongue. "No! I'm not going to be your wi-..." as her anger increased her bones started to painfully crack and move around, growing and shrinking to fit into place where they wanted to go, as well as her muscles beginning to change and morph. "Gods dammit!" she growls, before her whole body begins to change into that of a large, lithe white wolf in the fire beings arms... Now that she's a wolf she begins to struggle further, biting and scratching at him to ensue, and a whole lot of snarling.


Slintora laughs, his voice becoming deeper and louder. "Foolish girl. Don't think you can resist me." he pulls her off of him, blood running down his body. His hands started to burn, lighting on fire. If she didn't do something she too was going to burn. It was a simple matter. "You don't have a choice in it little girl. You are to be my wife. That is all there is to it."


Ulfaar is 'startled' out of his dream like daze in time to witness Raziel being, from what it would seem, kidnapped by Slintora. Her transformation catches the attention of those red eyes of his but there is no move to rescue her, "Pathetic. Any werewolf that is weaker than an ape in their breed form is not worthy of freedom." That is all he says. The man grins at Raziel, his scythe lightly, and idly fingered in his right hand.


Roytoc slowly walked into the tavern, truly a strange sight greeted him, of course he knew about Raz's change and what she appeared as when she did such, for he had kept tabs on her. And now he was sure this was her, so as the Ranger walked further in he was quite surprised at the active actions of both parties. The Drow slowly walked up to Slintora and observed him for a few seconds before saying softly, "Please, put her down, there is no need for violence," At first polite, as always. Still though, decked out in his Frosted armor, he looked very imposing.


Raziel growls at Slintora, fur bristling, her ears to catch Ulfaar's words. This was only the second time she's shifted, after all, so she was rather new to being a lycan. But her attention would return to Slintora as she feels the heat upon her flesh, another growl made at his words as she backs a few steps away. Kraar was already out of the tavern searching for some assistance, but Raz hardly knows how to fight like this yet. Though it relieves her to hear her friends voice, her white eyes turned towards him and a yip made to the man to show that it was, indeed, her. Though, as before, she turns back to the fiery beast with a growl.


Slintora turned to face the ranger that had so swiftly come to Raziel's aid. He wasn't one for listening to others, and the man should feel the waves of heat that were coming off of the supposed human. Illusory flames burn across the male's (Slintora's) face, revealing a truer nature. It was the face of a bull, the minotaur itself under the guise of this human flesh. Slintora grabbed up Raziel tighter and went on his way of leaving.


Roytoc only smiled, he was a Drow, and he was used to flames, hence his marred face, he wasn't afraid either, since he had put major enchantments on his armor to repel heat, ever since his face got burned, and because wizards always tried to use it on him. The Drow would step in front of the door and shake his head, "Slavery, and or kidnapping is illegal in Kelay all the way to Xalious, though hardly any listen. This could be done in Rynvale and Gaulon, but not Kelay, I'll ask you once more before I resort to violence, let her down, or I'll crush your freakin' skull in," The Ranger would say, venom arcing through his lips. Also he would get Varil and Barra, cheating yes, but he had already warned Zalctor about this.


Ulfaar is finished with the entire affair at this point. Let the heroes be heroes. Whatever their meager naivety calls them to be. The hooded figure retires his tongue in favor of his eyes. Time to watch the 'show.'


Raziel continues to struggle in the creature's grasp, still trying to scratch, bite, and free herself... The blind woman... Or wolf... Not appreciating being man-handled or treated like Property, a howl of frustration given as she can't seem to get loosened... Worst of all, she never wanted to shift in a public place.


Slintora found the male to be quite the waste of time, "Hmm?" was all that was offered, but flames were already overtaking the two figures: Raziel and Slintora. When they were completely covered, they disappeared, reappearing somewhere nearby, but not in kelay.


Roytoc , who was linked with Raziel, literally could find her anywhere, unless blocked by some powerful mind barrier. The Ranger would only walk out, ready to find her. And tired, as all Frostmawians, of people running from their fights.


Thea's Castle

Slintora appears with Raziel in arms as a burst of flames. He was grinning wildly, thinking he had evaded confrontation this time


Raziel continues to pull away, still trying to sink her teeth into the creature and trying to tell him to release her, though all that comes forth is snarls and growls. After a few moments her head tilts back to try and release a loud howl for help.


Slintora /dropped the female wolf on the ground, more like threw her. His body bulged all over, smooth ebony horns piercing his forehead and his feet exploding to reveal shiny ivory hooves. All the bones in the body seemed to break, or atleast sounded like it. The flesh began to tear and the body grew in size. Thick reddish-brown fur coated the entire body, a long snout pressing out from the face. Beefy arms stretched out, the muscles rippling beneath the flesh. Curled up in a kind of ball, when he at last stood, he was standing a good seventeen feet tall. It had been a long time since he was awake, several years actually. During this long stretch he began to beat his chest and bellowed, his voice booming in the expanse of the room. Only then did his attention turn back to Raziel


Raziel cringes under the noise of the bellowing, her hat still upon her head tipping in front of her goggle covered face. Really all the clothing the poor lycan had left was her hat, goggles, and the diamond ring her love gave her, that remained suspended by a copper chain. Though once the noise is done with she quickly gets into a fighting stance, as though she were going to strike. A loud and angry howl releasing from her throat, a sound that's rather hollow. She didn't want to fight as a wolf, but she felt she'd possibly need to protect herself... Cuz she sure as hell isn't going to become a wife to someone she didn't even know, or care about.


Slintora bellowed again, his horns igniting along with the fur on his wrists, around his hooves, and the fur on his neck. Stomping once, the vibrations would silence any beast. He was the king of them after all. Beating his chest once more, he advanced, his eyes burning with greedy fury. In this form he couldn't really speak, nor did he ever truly want to, it was more enjoyable to partake in the primal state of things.


Raziel yelps in pain at the bellow and the stomping foot, her sensitive ears ringing and drooping as if to cover them. She'd not keep up the antics of acting like she could see, instead her flee instincts kicked into high gear and she darted with her long four legged stride to move around Slintora, in a wide circle, her instincts telling her to stay far away from him as she moves, trying to find the entrance/ exit of the room, so badly wanting to get away.


Slintora bellowed again, his horns igniting along with the fur on his wrists, around his hooves, and the fur on his neck. Stomping once, the vibrations would silence any beast. He was the king of them after all. Beating his chest once more, he advanced, his eyes burning with greedy fury. In this form he couldn't really speak, nor did he ever truly want to, it was more enjoyable to partake in the primal state of things.


Raziel yelps in pain at the bellow and the stomping foot, her sensitive ears ringing and drooping as if to cover them. She'd not keep up the antics of acting like she could see, instead her flee instincts kicked into high gear and she darted with her long four legged stride to move around Slintora, in a wide circle, her instincts telling her to stay far away from him as she moves, trying to find the entrance/ exit of the room, so badly wanting to get away.


Roytoc would finally arrive, having to leave his horse at the border of Enchantment, for he could no longer ride Cleave at the same size as him. The Ranger would of course find his way to the castle, after all, the mind link with Raziel was strong, not as strong as hers and Zal's, though he still found her easy enough. His footsteps echoed through the chamber as he found where the two were at, the minotaur, obviously seen now, had lost his advantage by coming to Enchantment, he was now the same size as Roy. "You, Queen Thea will flay you alive if she finds you in here, also, I've come for the wolf, she is not yours. And don't plan on running again, I've grown tired of chasing whelps," Roy would call to the demon look alike. "And also, you have hooves, the only minotaur in Hollow I've seen have regular feet, you sure are special, ain't ya," Roy would say, humoring the beast. Though he would activate his armor's enchantments, all coming from Frostmaw, all repelling fire, along with his blade, Snowshadow, it wasn't smart to pick a fight with the first Ranger of Frostmaw, the coldest and arguably the most powerful kingdom, at the moment.


Slintora would turn as the female circled around him as she tried to find a way out. It wouldn't be so easy, but he would offer her this amusement before he took her on the floor of the throne room. That was when the hero arrived. A deep roar was emitted towards the ranger as it stomped once, kicking up dust and dirt along with weakening the stone beneath their feet. "Zephyr, guide me true!" these words were the only thing it spoke, and only once, however they had a deeper meaning as well. In the beast's right hand a long shaft of flames appeared, but it quickly was shrunk down to the same size as Roytoc's sword, but his was a claymore, the what would be giant broadsword emblazoned with ruins and engulfed in flames. The challenge was made, would the ranger charge, or would he back off and let proceedings go as they were to be.


Raziel yelps at the roar but goes to get beside Roytoc, she's help him fight if he allowed it, though she wasn't prepared for fighting in lycan form at all, yet. But her adoptive brother of sorts is a loved one, and she didn't want to have him fighting alone... Nor did she want the mino to have her. She'd continue her low growlings to Slintora... Though most of what they are is enough curses to make a sailor swoon... Good thing she couldn't speak common in this form like Aeonis...


Roytoc laughed, truly he did, and what a hearty laugh it was, for the beast's sword seemed to be made from the very fires of the abyss themselves, and he seemed to have an affinity to flames. "Beast," Roy would say, still laughing, "Don't you see. My dagger and bow are enchanted in the blizzards and frost of Frostmaw, arguably the coldest place on this planet, save maybe my goddaughter's homeland. My armor, is as well enchanted in the same blizzards, flames could lick at me for hours and only sizzle into steam. Your sword is… well, made of fire, and you are certainly keen to flames. Our blades will hit and sizzle in steam, I could pierce you, if your hide is hard enough, and only steam would ensue, unless the actually blade gets you. Your sword hits me it will sizzle as well. Truly the fates are laughing now, as an embodiment of frost and fire fight, we might as well use our fists," Roy would say, his laughter abating. The Drow would call upon Barra, the shadow slowly morphing up from the floor, his grin one of malice, the flames could hurt him, though he couldn't die, rather he would go to sleep if wounded enough. His form seemed more solid with the light of the fire shimmering against his frame, he drew Snowshadow and his sabre, or the shadow equivalents of them, at least. "I could have used my bow, though we are already so close, I think a good melee would do some good, I think perhaps, I may strike first, because you do seem impatient, impatience is always a downfall," The Ranger would say with a smirk. Roy slowly circled the beast, making sure Raziel was put out of the way, and also calling to Varil mentally. If he wasn't afraid of his mother intervening he would morph a shadow wall over the woman, but he didn't use that much power unless forced to.


Slintora burst into flames completely, red fur igniting and giving the beast a truly horrific appearance. If the drow had known anything, the sword was merely conjured by flames, it was truly made of a heavy piece of granite that was ground so fine that it was worked into a makeshift weapon. Being volcanic granite made it even easier however, but it was all the same, it would slice through flesh with ease, and crush bone even easier. The minotaur followed the man's movements, the sword dragging intentionally and surrounding the bull by a ring of fire. The shadow was ignored, not important at this point. It was waiting for Roytoc to move, already tensed up and ready for its strike.


Raziel 'looks' up at Roytoc as he moves, and understanding him without the need for words she stays back, even backing a way a few steps. Raz may be the 'alpha' in their family, but Roy and his brother were elder to her, so she'd listen. Though she'd stay standing, always prepared for anything, even moving slightly to keep her loose for a larger movement, if needed.


Roytoc didn't know the sword was made with granite as well, but that didn't really matter, he wasn't going to purposely get hit, and the blade enchantments of both would still cause each other to become steam, so still, the battle between elements was on. Roy and Barra had their special move, and usually it was used first, but this time, it would be best to hold it off, thinking they would use it when they actually knew their enemy's strengths and weaknesses. Roy would bolt off to the right and Barra to the left, each sprinting as mirror-images, sword and sabre drawn, determined faces. Roytoc would quickly come up around the beast, feeling the flames hot against his uncovered face, though the collar of his armor would help ease the heat near that area, not as much as his chest though. Quickly he flashed his dagger inward arcing towards the thing's hand, if blocked he would immediately use his momentum to slide to his knees, using his sabre to come around and hack at the back of the minotaur's knees, and using his dagger to crush into the same knee, though this time the cap, for Roy would use the pommel. Hair burned or not, the First Ranger would quickly try to back away once more, needing ground, for he usually worked in hit and runs. Barra himself would charge towards the beast's left side and attempt to hook an arm around his elbow, hoping to cease movement in the sword, and also he would make an attempt to hack away at the thing's chest. The downside would be, if the thing wielded his blade in one hand, then the action by Barra would do nothing, though whether or not it was effective, the shadow would still run for ground as Roy did, if not hit in the process.


Slintora watched for just a moment longer until it seemed the two were going to attack. He swung about his sword in a massive circle, threatening to cleave them both right in half. It would be simple, this attack, moving with such celerity that they would be done for. This bull was much smarter than it looked and it was more powerful than any man could dream to be without magic. The granite would atleast crush the armor of the ranger, if it didn't break through and split him entirely. He would continue the spinning, until it was ready for the next attack, becoming a whirling beast while the flames increased.


Raziel wants to fight alongside the two, but she knew better than that, she knew it would only cause harm and get her in the way. Were this the old Raz she would've gone in with reckless abandon, but lycan Raz was run by instinct. And instinct told her to remain where she is. A long, frustrated whimper to eek out of her white muzzle.


Roytoc would have seen the last twitch on the thing's arm, before it swung the blade, though a bit too late, for Roy's thoughts failed him. He was used to being the smaller one in a fight, so usually a swift drop to the knees would work against such an attack, though in Enchantment, no one had the advantage of size, so if Roy did indeed drop to his knees, the tip of his head would still be cleaved off. Roy decided too late to make a run off to the side, the blade catching his side, a great sizzling sound could be heard as frost and flame stopped each other, also a loud clang as Roy's armor held, though the blow itself made him fly backwards. Barra, cocky as always would try to grab the blade, stop it in it's tracks, though the momentum overpowered him immediately, and his hand was viciously cleaved off, a gout of black oil looking blood shot from the wound, slowly making it's way in a languid form to the floor. The shadow would growl and hold the stump against his chest, pained at the wound, though the wound was already morphing another hand, as slow as it was. Five feet away Roy hopped up from the floor, feeling a bruise already coming in from his side, and a rather nasty dent, though it was near the abdomen so no ribs were crushed, "Well then, we seem to be at an impasse for the time being," The Drow would mumble, cracking his gauntleted knuckles. Barra would look to Roy, though without asking, unshoulder his bow, the shadowy thing looking as fine as the real, with precise and swift ease, Barra nocked an arrow and quickly let it fly, the fletching whistling through the air. "You know, I like you!" Roy would laugh, looking at the fiery beast, then charging once more, this time hoping to get under with a slide, and piercing the thing's shin, or hopping up high and slashing at his collarbone. Truly this was an elaborate battle already, both seeming like a game of chess, a move of check, but never checkmate. Barra let three arrows fly, and Roy pursued the hit with his snowy blade, hoping to make some sort of wound. Varil was quickly passing through Kelay, nearing Enchantment, Zalctor wasn't pleased.


Slintora felt an arrow stick into the fur, the hide thick enough that it didn't go far. It was stopped by the skin of the beast before it slowed down, releasing the sword at the precise moment that Roy charged, letting the granite weapon twirl rapidly as it flew towards Roytoc. If the ranger was able to somehow dodge and still advance the blade's flight, the bull had a raised hoof ready to lash out backwards at the male, only knowing that he'd go flying again. Three more arrows stuck into the bull's shoulder, but it was unphased by this development. A quick grunt and the ground underneath the shadow began to heat up before a jet of fire erupted and threatened to consume the strange creature, while Slintora dealt with Roytoc himself.


Raziel whimpers a tad louder this time, a bark given as Raz sends Roy a quick, though not distracting, message of that her instincts are telling her that both should flee. Fight or flee intincts being very useful in knowing what's right or wrong. It wasn't an order though, just an advisement. She wouldn't leave her spot though, but the sounds of the battle were causing unease with the new lycan, claws of her hands (closest to wolf but having oddly humanoid qualities to them, like much of her body) were scraping the claws nervously against the flooring.


Roytoc hadn't expected that one, but it made him laugh, for he used the trick all the time with his dagger. His thoughts whirled in his mind, not many thing to do, and too many injuries to think about, so on instinct he did something rather insane. Changing momentum he would force his way back with all his strength, even hopping from the ground, only to grab out at some part of the sword, which happened to be some of the crosspiece, and go with the new momentum. Sure, it sounded simple at the time, but in actuality, it was painful, the sword kept flying, the momentum would yank the Drow back and dislocate his left arm, still flying though much slower, the sword would clank to the floor, grinding Roy along with it, though it did slam him on the far wall, dazed and in pain, though he once more stood, one arm hanging limply, his sabre on the ground. Barra felt the heat at his feet a bit too late, and huge gout of fire immersed him, a scream of pure agony racking through the castle. The shadow quickly fell back, smoking and oily blood immersing him, his hair had even been burned up, "Vith'rell," He would choke out, slowly kicking away from the fire. Roy himself quickly slammed his arm into the castle wall, his arm being put back into place, though not without a scream from Roy, one last time the Drow would try to hit the beast. The Drow charged, a dead run towards the bull, his dagger spinning violently in his hand, with ease Roy used his left hand to unhook the throwing knives from his belts and attempted a throw at the thing's muzzle and chest, though his aim could be off due to pain. Once thrown Roy twisted on his face, sliding across the floor and stabbing towards the thing's arms and abdomen in quick succession, attempting to carve him in. Due to the sharpness of the blade, and that it had been made with the claw of a giant lion, it would likely pierce. Intense sizzling could be heard as the two were in such a close vicinity, "Why do you even want her, she's blind and weak. I thought minotaurs love the strong, wish for strength in their genes to get passed down to their children, why, what you're doing doesn't make sense. You should be finding your women in Frostmaw, or even Gaulon, not Kelay," Roy would grunt out, ready to dodge any blow coming towards him. Varil had no arrived, softly wrapping his arms around the wolf that was Razeil, the shadow of Zalctor smiling and watching the scene, he wasn't going to leave unless the minotaur tried to run the fight and take Raz with him.


Slintora let out a bit of a bellowing laughter, sounding rather strange coming from the bull. Daggers dug into his hide, shoulders and a few pierced his chest. They were pressed out by the bubbling of blood that quickly ran onto the burning fur of the beast. As Roytoc came, arms stretched out and took the man in, wrapping him up tightly. Each knife would forced boiling hot blood to spurt out upon the male, but the drow probably didn't know that hands were finding purchase on armor, and the bull would attempt to lift Roytoc before going at the ranger with horns, intent on goring him, then tossing him aside. When the drow would go flying if all went as planned, a quick charge and trample over the body would end the fight, for the hero would be dead. It was foolish to take on a bull minotaur in its prime. Especially head on like Roytoc had decided to do.


Raziel made a squeaky noise, like a squeaky yawn, in greeting to Varil, nuzzling the shadow whether he liked it or not, to show her appreciation for his arrival. Raz didn't want Roy getting hurt, or worse, though and so she tries to Run at the bull in hopes of stopping him, by digging if daggery fangs deep into the tough flesh. Though Varil more than likely wouldn't release her for such an act. A yelp given to Roytoc in hopes that he'd back off of the minotaur and leave with her and Varil. Roytoc was the only one to help her when no one else did, and one of the ones that knows a lot about her. She didn't want to let one of her friends get hurt. Even a yelp that sounded like she was trying to talk comes out... She did not like this situation at all.


Roytoc wouldn't let himself be taken by the minotaur, as soon as the arms tried to grab him the Ranger would slide his legs out to the sides and perform the splits, though in such tight armor, it didn't feel pleasant at all. A loud groan would be heard as he could kicked out at the thing's legs, using the momentum to perform a backflip, his hands planting into the ground and pushing himself back up to a standing position, "By the gods," The Drow would groan, limping away rather quickly, even adding a hop in to get away. To Roy, it seemed as if this fight couldn't be won at the moment, at least, without the proper gear, "Barra!" Roy called, the shadow quickly nodding, however much pain he was in, he knew he was about to get put to sleep for a couple weeks. The shadow charged the minotaur, his shadow flesh falling from his bones as more began to slowly regenerate, Barra would nearly try to tackle the thing, arcing through the air and attempting to grab the bull by the horns, once his grip may be placed he would try to tear his teeth through the beast's face, whether snout eye or cheek, he attempted to tear the flesh off. Varil waved to Roy with a placid smile, not letting Raziel run towards the beast when she wanted to, though he did start to slowly sink into the ground with Raziel… seeming to leave Roy, "Bastard," The Ranger cursed, limping his way past the entrance to the throne room and into the hallways, hoping Barra would get the beast off his tail long enough to escape enchantment. The shadow of Varil could be seen on the floor next to Roy though, following him, not quite leaving yet.


Slintora /felt more of his hide getting pierced, and as the shadow creature leapt at him, arms outstretched once more, going for the grab so that it could slam the shadow into the ground, and land one massive fist on the head to crush it. The beast was not about to allow such a thing harm it, and it would end the nuisance swiftly, attentions no longer on the fleeing wolf and ranger. It had won, but also lost in a sense due to the target was now gone. Should the shadow die, the bull would charge at the disappearing people, grabbing up claymore and charging out of Enchantment, where its size would return to normal and the monster could truly defeat the enemy and take on its foes on the battlefield where it would most likely win.


Raziel growls at Varil as he begins to go under the ground, scolding him for what he was doing, though she couldn't tell him what to do. But there isn't much more she can do before they were in the shadow realm just beneath and near Roy. Now that she was a furred creature and a lycan, the cold didn't affect her so brutally as before... But it was still colder than Frostmaw down there! As they flow through the murkyness of that realm Raz forces her mind to concentrate enough to send a mental message between Zal and Roy, an instruction for when the two return home.


Roytoc would feel his ankle yanked from under him, quickly he pressed his hands out and felt himself sinking into the ground, Varil was pulling him in as well, about time too. Barra would have indeed been thrown to the ground, though the shadow quickly grabbed onto the beast's leg, laughing manically as he saw what was coming, for he wanted such. The fist would collide and crush Varil's skull, immediately exploding the whole shadow, swallowing the whole being of the minotaur in a sticky goopy substance, it would probably cause it to slow as well, or at least blind him for a while. A wispy translucent looking thing could be seen sinking into the shadows, to rest for a while. The best thing was if the beast caught the goop on fire it would just harden more and more, though not become brittle, it would restrict movement, and become liquid once flame ceased on it. Only a nice long bath could possibly get it off. The shadow of Varil arced over the ground like lightning, shooting off west towards the mountains, knowing it could outrun this thing in the shadow realm. Once miles into the mountains he would shoot off north, then west once more, knowing there was no hope of being followed, though still being cautious, and since it was turning dusk, and really dark in the mountains, he might as well have been invisible.


Slintora charges out of the small castle blindly, slamming into the walls and such, the flames extinguished under the goop that was the shadow's remains.It was the end of the fight and the beast had been tricked. They would pay for this, pay dearly. It would sizzle them all and then eat their bodies after shoving long sticks up their arse