[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=olive][center]Thunder's Whisper[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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 [sub][i]Location: Tavern
Interacting With: [@Bluetommy] Lorne & Kenan| [@Fury Panda] Izabel | [@Avali] Grace [/i][/sub][/center] [hr][hr]

Thunder's Whisper turned to face the owner of the voice who addressed him. A rather daring dwarven woman started back at him. He gave the her a quick, decisive appraisal before gifting her a knowing smile. The power so easily tossed around by the two duelist was no doubt intimidating to many, but not to Whisper. He would not stand idly by while others callously endangered the lives those involved not.

[color=Olive]"Gratitude is owed to you stranger. We value your insight, but the danger to innocents too high stands. We recommend you make haste and flee if you endeavor not to join us."[/color] he advised.

Once more the duel caught his eye. It was sight to see... in addition to being a sword, this Runeblade was also a logistical nightmare for enemies. In Whisper's long life, he had come across few spell-blades of this caliber. Whisper watched in muted awe as ethereal golden armor was called forth from the blade's rune and cast onto the Messiah's body, all in an effortless nature. Whisper being a practitioner of the arcane arts knew this to not be a simple feat. He found it difficult to create mere flames and still required focusing aids such as incantations. Whereas this man was able to summon defenses simply from a rune-- truly the weapon was magnificently crafted, a statement Whisper's hubris and inbred hypocrisy wouldn't allow him to admit aloud. Just a moment ago he chastised the weapon of destruction.

But Thunder's Whisper wouldn't let his guard down; he would stay on his toes and keep a vigilant watch. 

[color=Olive]"That is the spirit, companion."[/color] he jibbed, ignoring the man's reconstruction of his appendages as he took on a different persona in preparation for the fight to come.

Like the coming of night, light was consumed by darkness as [i]it[/i] invaded Whisper's persona. His hair and eyes abandoned their nature inspired shades of earthen brown for more somber tones. And an unnerving aura of intense intimidation manifested around Thunder's Whisper. These were the effects The [i]Aspect of the Destroyer[/i] forced upon Whisper as his features were swallowed in an enveloping darkness: deep, lusterless, coal-black eyes watched every move. In-taking this aspect lent to his ability to conquer foes by bolstering attributes; a benefit that would surely be useful in the coming assault. But what move would be made? Only fools rush in, and Whisper would not be so reckless.

In one swift motion he returned his helmet to his head and flicked his wrist, shaking the Sacred Root to live. She was ready; tentative, alert, and ready to strike in a blink of an eye. He withdrew two arrows and loaded them in his bow-string, one for each of the duelists.

[color=Olive]"These arrows of growth bind those they hit. Whether they miss or not, we succeed in halting this furious duel. Make your move as you see fit, companion."[/color]

In quick succession and with deadly precision the two arrows where released and ripped through the air towards their marks.