[center][h1][color=coral]Asher[/color][/h1][/center]


Asher had to hand it to Grasidia, these leaves of hers are one heck of a way to travel. He had not been prepared for the sudden speed they had shot off towards Era, having expected the leafs to float more so than fly. He quickly learned that sitting was for the best as the wind buffets into his face. 

In what seemed like no time at all, the city of Era began to appear ahead of them. And with that came the signs of destruction, as smoke and flame became more pronounced. But even the destruction didn’t hold his attention to long as the very cause of it caught his eye. The Dragon. The very one they are here to stop. He had heard tales of such creatures as he was growing up, but now actually being able to see one for the first time? Well, the stories couldn’t fully catch the feeling of it, he felt. 

He watched as Grasidia leaped from her own leaf, taking the fight to the dragon and landing a mighty blow, which impressed Asher quite a bit. Though the dragon proved it was no pushover, wincing as it in turn smacks her down in retaliation. But then it saw them coming in and with a mighty wing flap, Asher finds himself tumbling onto the ground before. 

Covering his head, he tucks and rolls, minimizing the impact as much as he can. But he couldn’t let the soreness of the fall stop him, as that would most certainly lead to his death. Lifting himself up with a nearby fallen street lamp, Asher starts to channel his magic into its metal frame. 

[color=coral]“Forge.”[/color] Starting from where his hand has taken hold, the metal frame of the light began to take on an orange, molten hue as it began to heat up. Once the whole thing had taken this effect, it began to move. It began to compress into a smaller form, taking the form that Asher envisioned in his mind. With the form cooling, the previous lamp’s new shape is realized, as two spears now rest where it once had fallen. 

Taking up the first one, Asher brought the spear tip up in front of him. With his other hand, he rushed his finger along its edge. [color=coral]“Tempered Touch.”[/color] Similar to how the whole thing was before, the edge in where he touched began to glow as it heated up to near melting temperatures. There was little time to admire such a sight, as once it was completed, Asher quickly changed his grip onto the spear’s shaft and, pulling his arm back, threw the first sizzling tipped spear towards the dragon’s head. 

But as he was preparing to do the same with the second one, the dragon lets out a mighty roar, casting forth a great stream of flames around it and towards them. [color=coral]“Damn!”[/color] Gritting his teeth, he takes the spear in hand and slams it into a pile of other various debris. [color=coral]“Forge!”[/color]. Once more, the spear takes the molten hue it had before. This time however, the other various bits and broken pieces of metal within the pile also began to glow. With no hesitation, he willed the affected material to form in front of him. Like half of a rounded shield sticking out of the earth, a large half circle metal wall took shape across a large part of the street. As it begins to harden, he yells out to those that are near him. [color=coral]“I got some cover up over here! Quickly, get behind it if you can!”[/color]