[center][h2]Last Dance[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Tracyarmav[/i][/center]
[center]Calder Dylan[/center]
[center]Day 3, evening.[/center]

[color=8882be][i]The lash of lighting from Ludelle was expected, and the troll took it in stride, literally. As he wandered off to go find the one named Bunny though, the bride and groom come down to dance, and Calder stopped to watch. It was a sight he very likely wouldn't ever get the pleasure of seeing again. Beauty was a rare thing on the field of battle, and in the fae courts it was little more than bait on a hook. But this... this was something else entirely. And Calder wondered what it felt like, but knew he'd never know, his kind weren't made for that, and very, very few could have any claim on being born of two willing, much less loving, parents. Just being able to watch the love Stormlord and Raven showed for each other brought a smile to his scaly face, and warmth to his usually cold heart. And then the dance came to an end; and then an end came to the wedding. Calder's heart chilled one more, though a hissing laugh escaped his lips, as the aberrations began to spew forth onto the deck. For these Calder fashioned his favored instruments of war, a mace and shield, but they were made all of water. He crushed and battered his foes as they came, his icy implements of slaughter pummeling the aberrants with surprising ease, it was soon clear more than physics held his tools in their current shape.

He heard a shout to duck, and obliged, just violet swirls went racing overhead shredding the hordes of descending foes.Two of the aberrants already on deck charged Calder, as he ducked, Instead of trying to stand, he sprang forward and spun around on all fours, the two foelings crashed into each other and were soon blasted overboard by a jet of steam. He collected his mace and shield once more and stood to find a challenge waiting for him, but only in name.

Other foes stood waiting, more intelligent and skilled in the arts of war. They attacked in unison, still Calder held his own, and in time these too fell. Yet no discernible scratch could be found on the troll, nor would there ever be any such mark. An even greater foe appeared, and with speed that even Calder had trouble following, plunged an appendage through the troll's torso. Still Calder held his ground, and severed the appendage and steamed the offending aberrant in a cloud of superheated steam. It writhed in agony briefly before suddenly solidifying into an alcove ornament. Calder withdrew the offending appendage, and shattered the remains of his last foe within easy reach.

Calder took advantage of his momentary reprieve to look around and assess the situation around him. He finally took note of the massive presence he'd felt earlier and noticed that Stormlord had lead the charge against its source. Then he looked around the deck, seeking to be sure that his fellow knights were holding against the incoming tide of outsiders... Izual was changed, but fine, A mech was taking advantgae of it's armaments to keep the beasts at bay, and most of the others were handling themselves with skill. A few seemed to be slow in reacting to the threat, and Calder did what he could for them, mostly increasing their own adrenaline output, but also breaking any alcohol down to levels less inhibitive to normal battle field functions.

Something in Calder sparked, his heart once icy cold became a roiling maelstrom. The tides were [b]his[/b] to command, and no outsider was about to use a tide to best him. Even if the tide wasn't strictly of his own element, it was a personal affront to Calder Dylan that they should dare to send such pathetic waves lapping against Stormlord's wedding day. With a deep rumbling some of the water provided by Stormlord's gale hardened and began to tear through the waves of aberrants leaving only tattered remains behind, as the sleet sliced across the deck slaying foes but strangely sliding around the many friends still on deck. The deck, and the immediate area cleared of monsters, Calder turned his attention to the titanic monstrosity before him. He had no name for it, he didn't need one, it had insulted a Dylan, and it was going to know the wrath of Calder Dylan before all was said and done.[/i][/color]