Only the gods know what someone watching this fight might think. Wrathion readies himself, watching Zenos' trajectory carefully. Waiting. Waiting. Closer.
The Garlean prince is practically upon him before the dragon leaps off the ledge--almost too close for comfort. Had he been heartbeats later, it's likely that Zenos might have struck him again; as it is, stones from the shattered ledge pepper him, but Wrathion is moving as well. A two-handed strike might be stronger, but he still has to catch himself, so!
It began with a rock; Wrathion attempts to end it the same way, arcing to strike with the chunk of masonry. He's not as strong in Visage as he might be in dragon form, but strong enough as he attempts to clout Zenos in the head with it. Should he succeed, well...
Sweet dreams, Viator.
As for the Black Prince, he takes a tumble to the ground, rolling. It's not elegant at all, and the wind is knocked out of him briefly; he lays there for a few moments, gasping for breath. But as soon as he gets it back, he beats as hasty a retreat he can, looking over his shoulder warily.
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The Garlean prince is practically upon him before the dragon leaps off the ledge--almost too close for comfort. Had he been heartbeats later, it's likely that Zenos might have struck him again; as it is, stones from the shattered ledge pepper him, but Wrathion is moving as well. A two-handed strike might be stronger, but he still has to catch himself, so!
It began with a rock; Wrathion attempts to end it the same way, arcing to strike with the chunk of masonry. He's not as strong in Visage as he might be in dragon form, but strong enough as he attempts to clout Zenos in the head with it. Should he succeed, well...
Sweet dreams, Viator.
As for the Black Prince, he takes a tumble to the ground, rolling. It's not elegant at all, and the wind is knocked out of him briefly; he lays there for a few moments, gasping for breath. But as soon as he gets it back, he beats as hasty a retreat he can, looking over his shoulder warily.