[center][h1]Drasinian[/h1][/center]

Drasinian seemed to be completely unaware of the first shot at first, until he suddenly jumped upward, backflipping over the arrow, the split second where he could face the direction of the shooter showing him with a calm grin on his face.  He'd moved completely on instinct, feeling something heading towards him quickly from behind and reacting appropriately. As he landed, he quickly jumped to the side, avoided the next three shots, before finally turning around. His body was held sideways, his shoulder-side facing the shooter and hiding how other hand as he summoned the hilt of the Fang of Cerburus. Rather than draw it, however, he merely placed his hand on it, allowing him to cast enhance senses, strength, and Resistance, setting it to Ether as he could easily tell from the star-like appearance of the projectiles that he was dealing with an Ether Mage.

So he stood, looking down his enemy from their perch with his enhanced vision as he whisper his spells, before quietly dismissing the enchanted weapon and charging forward, the grin on his face a clear indication of his madness as he rushed the mage's position.

[i]Looks like I've found something interesting tonight after all.[/i]

[@Letter Bee]