[h3][color=#166FC2]Cloven Brevis[/color][/h3]
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[indent][indent]The tremble in his arms from just a graze of the dragon’s roar was enough to jostle his jaws. That realization came swiftly but what he should do next was slow and meandering. Essentially, it boiled down to him being weak, far weaker than he first assumed. He wouldn’t be able to withstand a direct blow from that monster, even with Void raised. No, Void would shatter under the pressure and most likely, Cloven would be turned to windswept ashes or a mangled corpse. 

The confidence in his outstretched arm faded, his fingers laxing as his dark dome cracked and clattered to nothingness. He crouched behind Asher’s bulwark structure; more impressed with the spell behind its reassuring cover. Down on bent knees he contemplated his next move, the connections was quick, no more than two or three seconds. Cloven was outmatched, hardly a challenge for the burly beast. But he wasn’t alone and still had that unbreakable something inside. That numbness, that unmelting glacier of sureness.

A horrible screech rammed against his mental walls. He ripped apart his cloak, plugged his ears indifferently, and kept running with his train of thought. Then a faraway tremor threatened to pull him from his mental space. It had failed but soon afterwards a looming shadow, thorny somewhat, darkened his surroundings and sent fissures beneath his feet, a suffocating heat and the light of flames followed behind it. 

His line of consideration ended at a very dangerous fifty-fifty conclusion. He had no offensive spells that could harm it but he did have the ability to sap beings of energy through touch, and as far he knew, that power could be relative to size. Afterall, he had never had the pleasure of culling a dragon before. That small possibility was enough for him to return to the problem at hand. Standing straight and confident, his weathered cloak tugged by the running heat behind the briar wall protecting Ria, Asher, and himself; Cloven took a moment to allow the flames to die down then flipped up onto the dense greenery and bound high into the air.

The time he was in the air, propelled by the enhancing magic of Gentle Intentions was somewhat confusing. Manic laughter hailed from one side, while a strange hold was attempting to take over him, instinctively he condensed Void around himself, and could feel the familiar sapping of some magical source. He thought he might have seen other bodies nearby, maybe Holly somewhere, but really all he could discern was a great amount of rubble. 

Without warning, he was thrown towards the dragon with the rest of the broken town of Era. [color=#166FC2][i]Focus, Cloven. Dammit, it's where you was going anyway, make the most of the confusion,[/i][/color] he ordered.

As he hurdled towards the obsidian dragon, one of its jagged red spikes threatened to impale him; but when did it grow red spikes? That was irrelevant, he told himself. Forget it. Trash it. Cloven managed to dodge any mortal danger. He slipped away with a ruddy gash across his bicep before rolling against its hardy scales. He fell unto his chin, pausing only to peek the ugly wounds that riddled the draconian. Then something shone in the black of his mind, a star-filled moment of inspiration.

[color=#166FC2]“This is perfect,”[/color] he uttered in disbelief. [color=#166FC2]“Mold Breaker’s meant for small jobs but mix that with Void, stretch it in the same way, focus on the volume of it... and this might do some big damage.”[/color] He liked that idea so much that a savage smile found its way on his face; it almost reached his golden eyes. 

Torn between doing maximum damage and just doing damage at all, Cloven stretched his arms out towards the closest riverbed of blood flowing across is back and poured his magic deep into the wound; pushing it apart, splitting the sinew twelve meters deeper, further. He pushed for more, the strain of his power not yet noticeable. [color=#166FC2]More,[/color] he urged. [color=#166FC2]More, Cloven! Rip it apart![/color]
	
[color=#166FC2]“Finish the mission you fucking joke,”[/color] he told himself aloud.
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