| Her wings flexed.
*snap* *Snap snap* *Cracksnapcracksnapsnapcracksnap*
Straps, bindings, belts, and whatnot all shattered from the cold and a pile of bones clattered at her feet. What was left was he own apendages, unharmed by such a slight frost. They where the remains of her angelic wings. Nothing but the pure white squeletal frame. She kicked a pair of the medium bone up into her hands and charged forward. Without thought her left hand wiped out and the haft of bone glided straight towards Crater. He easily sidestepped, right in front of the second. Quick reflexes swing his swords out to deflect it. Her hand caught his wrist and moved it out of her way. His second arm already extended, he did not like where this was going.
*CRACK*
The familiar sound of cartilage being crushed underneath a steel gauntlet was comforting to the semi angelic being. Her wings whipped forward propelling her back out of reach just in time to avoid Craters sword. Still having a grip on his wrist he went along for half a step before she swung her arm down and released sending him face first against the earth below. With an already broken nose it did not feel very good to say the least.
Hovering in the air she moved quickly and reacquired her axe. She ignored the pain in her bones from the slight nicks and cuts, and the remaining chill. The second from habit of wearing full armor whether in a desert or a frozen tundra during a snowstorm. The pain though, having no tendons on the wings there should not be any, but there it was. It was strange, but then again, retaining flight was equally odd and she considered one the balance of the other and thought no more of it. |