[Though he's lacking the defense his armour would have offered him, the warriors of Etheirys are trained to endure far worse than the average man. As she parries with the dagger, instead of shifting to avoid damage, he instead channels the destructive power of Ala Morn into his hand. Against a normal weapon, it is enough to shatter the blade and to risk rending the hand gripping it as well.
Though she successfully steps around him, he is fluid enough to accommodate it enough that it doesn't dislocate his shoulder - instead her fist his shoulder and sends a flash of pain down his arm. As the dagger crumbles in his hand, he manages to disengage, tossing what residue remains with him aside as he squares up on her again.
Hiccup is out of the way. Good.
Such close range is not his strong suit, and claws are not the weapon he is used to wielding - yet at the same time, something about it feels instinctual. He comes back at her with his other hand, channeling another Ala Morn, a draconic attack of pure destructive energy.]
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Though she successfully steps around him, he is fluid enough to accommodate it enough that it doesn't dislocate his shoulder - instead her fist his shoulder and sends a flash of pain down his arm. As the dagger crumbles in his hand, he manages to disengage, tossing what residue remains with him aside as he squares up on her again.
Hiccup is out of the way. Good.
Such close range is not his strong suit, and claws are not the weapon he is used to wielding - yet at the same time, something about it feels instinctual. He comes back at her with his other hand, channeling another Ala Morn, a draconic attack of pure destructive energy.]