Renny

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Cloven Brevis

_@j8cob

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He had given out seven minutes in, his muscles screaming for relief as he yelled, growled really, for everyone to scatter. A big ‘THUMMM’ shook the air once he released his hold on the rock. Thin ribbons of dust whipped through about, causing Cloven to shield his mouth and nose for a second. Hope they got everything, I’m not lifting that shit up again.

As he slapped the dust off his palms, gentle pats had begun to pass across his shoulders. Harmless thanks from the civilians as they went about their business. Cloven mostly ignored this but when a elderly woman on the verge of tears shambled up to him, hugging a old tattered book; he raised a brow at her.

“What?” he asked.

“I just wanted to say thank you. This book belonged to my great grandfather, he fought in that one war y'see... It- It means a lot to me, you helped me find-”

Cloven interrupted her, his head beginning to pound. “No problem. Just doing my job.”

He strolled past her but couldn’t pin-point why at first. It was unnecessary to thank him for doing his job. If his service wasn’t justifiable, he likely wouldn’t had helped at all. That was probably it, he decided. Maybe it was because he knew he didn’t deserve it. The thought stuttered in his mind three or four times, as if the answer wasn't enough. If only he could finish a damn thought.

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Soon his guildmates were in view and from the looks of it, he had missed alot. An airship was nearby now and it looked as if the plant-wizard was readying to take them all home on her leaves or leaf. “Thank, The Son,” he murmured, feeling the weight of exhaustion on his shoulders. A mental-hint of something missing grazed him but he was too tired to search it out. His mind was languished and things were beginning to take on an odd blur, a subtle shifting.

He managed to find a spot on one of the leaves, or was it the only leaf, and fell into a criss-crossed slouch. His head dipped once, twice, and before he knew it, he was napping. A soft snore touching the air. It was restless and his mind was half-in-half-out but he was napping. What a shitty day, he mumbled. What a shitty shitty day.

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

The Godhead

_{*Artwork doesn't belong to me | 6'1" and Toned Build}

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Name: Nuru the Godhead

Age: 19 yrs old

Nationality: Egyptian

Noble Arm Name: Vajra [A+]

Noble Arm Abilities |

God Frame and Lightning Force - God Frame imparts a passive supernatural physicality to Nuru while he's holding Vajra. It gives him diamond-tough skin, sustainable speeds of up to fifty-eight mph, and the strength of an elephant's full charge with every strike or exertion. Lightning Force, on the other hand, calls crimson bolts of lightning onto his enemies. These bolts lash out for 100 yards when extended from his club, has shocking power of fifty-million volts during impact of said club, and most deadly, can manifest in the form of several thousand serpentine-dragons from a thunderhead created above him (by spinning Vajra overhead). These bolts can be directed through will though he's found they're two-times stronger when allowed to drop naturally.

Bow to the Godhead - This particular ability turns Nuru into a concentrated-being of crimson lightning for three minutes. He can travel at speed equal to lightning for up to a 100 yards, strikes likewise are equal-to those same lightning bolts. The ability is grounded in real-world logic, speed and impact wise. The drawbacks of said ability is the total drain of Vajra, with a three-day restoration before being used again (A closely guarded secret, known only by his sister and himself).

Personality: Nuru has a deep, almost obsessive need to make his sister happy. He owes a lot to her sacrifices, the many disgraces she endured. She coached him on being a hero, most of which is studies from old comic books. Nuru seems to embody it outwardly, though often times he's psyching himself up and hoping that Vajra carries him through. Because of this, he has a great appreciation for Vajra, even going so far as personalize the Noble Arm; making it something human. Deep down, he's a thoughtful young man who tries to do the right thing but often mistakes the right thing for appeasing his sister's grand design.

Likes: Horror Books, Superman Comics, Hotep's cooking, Strong sparring partners

Dislikes: Being pitied, Math or complicated plans, People who act cool, Liars

Fears: Spiders, Mimes, Failure, and Shadow figures

Bio: Nuru's parents were lost to him very early, leaving him to be raised by Hotep, his elder sister. Hotep was a tough-cookie by all means. She was ambitious, driven, and most of all incredibly intelligent. Despite their disadvantages in life, she clawed a niche for them in the slums. Doing several dubious jobs to scrap by at first. Nuru pretended not to know, though a fire was sparked and quickly growing to change their circumstances.

At school, surprisingly enough she was capable of sending him there, Nuru was largely ignored. That was until his Noble Arms revealed itself to him and he had begun to use it to stop petty crimes. While she didn't know at first, when Hotep put two-and-two together, she focused her mind on making the most of his gift. They discovered certain advantages to his strength and she went so far as to call him, 'A modern-day Superman'. After many years of fighting back against criminals and even some corrupt Noble Arms users, Hotep decided with held-breath that he should leave for Trinidad Academy. Why Trinidad? one might asked. Well Hotep was a genius and typically she always opted for the best possible outcome. So though, Nuru didn't know why, he didn't question it either.

Nuru cried the night before he was to leave, silently and into his pillow. When he finally left, he hugged his sister tightly and promised to do right by her. The plane ride was filled with sobs and anxiety. A right-disgusting sight for someone famed as Nuru the Godhead in Egypt. Upon arriving in the Philippines, a private vehicle had picked him up and inside was a school advisor from Trinidad Academy; that was the start of his boosted position within the Academy.

Student Rank: 18

Ready for a checking. Nuru the Godhead has DESCENDED from the heavens.

Tales from the Land of Fire | A Naruto AU Roleplay

Hoseki Rengoku

_{*Artwork doesn't belong to me}

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Name: Hoseki Rengoku
Nickname: Time-Bomb
Age: 14 / 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4” / 5'11"
Nature: Fire

Personality: Hoseki could be described in many ways, from delinquent to resident badass. He was a local legend at the school, known for snarky remarks, barely passing grades, and a tendency to lean towards violence. What many don't know and wouldn't tell you, is that Hoseki has a fondness for birds. That he reads, usually horror-fiction, but it raises question marks all the same from his peers. That some of the poorer, weaker kids are under his umbrella of protection. But mostly, the real juicy part, is that he's kind and something of a leader when he wants to be.

Background: Hoseki's birth was bittersweet. The climax to his father's life many would say. The rest of said-life seemed to be a jab at his surname: Rengoku, which translated, meant purgatory. For when morning came that night, the nurses introduced him to his son and explained that something had gone wrong. It was never clear what had happened, just that his wife had fought tooth and nail in that delivery room. The man cried deeply at this, he fell to his knees and raked from his core all his pain. Till his tears dried up and all that was left was a husk.

It went without saying that Hoseki's childhood was hard. His dad was not an abusive man and neither was he a ninja. That particular gene was maternal. No, his dad had been a gravedigger for Konoha's fallen. It was a job that built all sorts of callouses both seen and unseen. To be frank, his dad hardly spoke to him. It almost appeared to Hoseki that he didn't exist in the eyes of his father. If not for the two chairs at the table or the few things that did pop up that screamed, 'KID ALERT', Hoseki could've fixed that belief in his mind.

Being on the lower-end of society didn't help things. There were bullies and teasing, there was that persistent look of pity from the adults, and there was a bit of shunning. But Hoseki was always good at lashing out. Never being heard or seen at home, even when he stood defiant, made him a loud, angry kid. As he grew older, certain things changed. Features grew clear, turned out that Hoseki was a rather good-looking fellow and people noticed that. Funny how that changed his situation, not at home of course but at school, dramatically.

People were being nice and Hoseki hated it. How fake, he often thought. But at that age he could hardly articulate the problem well enough, so he lashed out as normal. He became the bully, the feared 'Time-Bomb'. That carried on for awhile and everyone started talking about him as if he was smeared in legend or myth. He fought a lot of people and that seemed to be the cornerstone of it all. So when he met his uncle, who would later change his perspective with a single punch, he cried with laughter.

His mother's younger brother, Satori, had a gruff and deliberate voice. When he spoke it was purposeful and not a word was wasted. Hoseki liked that. He remembered being called a punk when first they met. How Satori explained he was in Konoha the night his mother died, then left the next morning, traumatized by the shock of it all. But when he got a letter from Hoseki's father years later, he couldn't say no to his request. 'He wants me to mentor you. I said yes. I'll beat you first; you're the type that won't listen otherwise.'

A single punch was all it took. Ever since that day, they've worked together, usually on shifting his perspective. Hoseki has eased up on being a loner. He's more inclined to helping people as well and now carries a offhand code of sorts.

Fighting Style: Hoseki, in the world of ninjas, is a oddity. In that his fighting style is no-style. He's a brawler for the most part, enjoying a good fist-fight up close and personal. That meant the first thing, Satori worked on with him, was developing an effective long-range ninjutsu. Hoseki is rather simplistic and that shows itself best when's in the middle of a good fight.

Abilities |

• Greater Vessel: Hoseki was born with an above-average vessel for chakra. The amount he's capable of storing is perfect for his straight-forward prowess.
• Honed through Conflict: Sparring, brawling, missions; even as a ninja his instincts and body are honed to a greater degree than most his peers. He's a fighter. He was meant for it, born for it. Not many can say that and Hoseki's always used combat as a outlet. A big part of him actually enjoys it.
• Fire Fist: An enhanced form of combat, one that coats his fist with fire and amps them up another notch. Its low-cost in chakra is perfect for drawn out fights and his already explosive strength. Furthermore, a straight-forward concentrated blast of fire can be thrown from his fist. This usually takes about five seconds to prepare but the wait is worth it, the damage output is about two-times that of his physical blows.
• Fire God: For some reason, Hoseki has a resistance to fire-type jutsu. That and heat in general doesn't bother him as much as others.

Didn't know if you were full or not, saw the mentions but I figured I'd throw myself into the group as well since I was interested. Anyway, let me introduce the firestarted, Hoseki Rengoku

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Cloven Brevis

@TheHangedMan

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Cloven never wasted time if he could help it. A mission hadn’t been pushed on him but one had fallen into his lap. Self-given and just as important, he believed. Earlier, he might have been looking down on everyone with a second-degree, emotional burn. That had taken some time to process. But now he had a goal. Even amidst the unnatural bedlam that ruled around his fortress of numbness. A storm that Ria, Asher, and his deluded actions had kicked off.

He would need to be on the old guy’s good-side, if that even existed. Marduk was tempered by age, had learned a great deal of life’s fundamentals. It showed in the way he handled everyone, no outrage or overzealous pity from him. It was a balanced hand, a slight dial to the left or right.

So despite if Marduk was looking or not, long as he stayed far away from the plant-wizard, Cloven had went to work on helping some of the Rune Knights and citizens put together their mess. It was a hard pill to swallow, Cloven’s words, often just cold reprimands, ‘Be stronger next time.’, ‘Your eyes are dopish, probably why you didn’t see it coming.', or ‘Even if you don’t fight, your life is always on the line. Better to run and run fast if you're weak.'

Most of them took his words like a punch to the gut but his help was needed; he was far stronger than the average mage, so the normals really didn’t want to insult him. Cloven lifted a large boulder, thick and ruptured from the cobblestone some twenty-feet away, he presumed. Beads of sweat started to dot his forehead. In the shadow beneath the boulder, that he held with both hands and bent knees, crawled listless people, picking and pulling their lives back together.

“You got ten-minutes,” he strained between breaths. “Ten minutes... before I drop this thing.” His voice finished louder and stronger. A flash and tell-tale snap of a camera reached his ears. He pushed that thought aside, he was sure his back had just been the center of a photo. Good, a picture says a thousand words.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Cloven Brevis

@Spectral | @Sanguine Rose | @Endeavor | @TheHangedMan

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Cloven, at times, had a offhand way of shutting out all but what he deemed important. He supposed most people did. If his insights had bore any fruit at all, it would be that the mind shut-away or superimposed whatever it deemed necessary. At that moment, Cloven had shut away a few things. Mostly Asher’s response, which turned into a long, sluggish insult that phased straight into where most his hurt went; to the numb place. Gwen’s words however, were completely muted; her lips moved but intelligible words failed to spill out.

Instead, it was her actions that dealt the heaviest blow.

He observed them distantly but felt the jarring bang tremble his core; shaking loose some of that glacier that he had meticulously cared for. A repeat of Syra, he heard echo inside. Just like, Syra. You best watch out for the first, searing cut of that dagger. It’ll sneak up on you if you’re not careful, ‘Little Devil’.

Outwardly he lowered his arms, concealed them and himself in his cloak again, and pulled his lips into a small smile, one that failed to reach his auric eyes. And so, he had ignored the back-and-forth between Gwen and the reporters, and the beginning of the braggart's spiel. A flash of something being thrown towards him, which once caught with a swift hand turned out to be her clothes, jolted him back. That fragile space is always strange, he thought, dropping the outer and underwear to the ground.

He eyed Astoria with some form of guilt, Should’ve stayed quiet. She must feel terribly awkward. Then he felt a hollow pang somewhere inside, surrounded by a deep darkness he imagined.

“Sorry, Astoria,” he said in his wintry monotone. “Forget the questions. Just get better I guess." Then a pause later. "I’d hate for that mask to melt.”

With a near-silent leap, he escaped from the crowd of reporters, guildmates, and most-importantly, dead and foolish intentions. There was a genius in knowing when to speak and what to say; Cloven wasn’t privy to that knowledge. So he’d remain quiet, he believed. At least for a long time to come.

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Sitting on a roof, out of sight, with his legs dangling absently, Cloven listened to Marduk’s speech and was somewhat inspired. It moved him to the point that he reconsidered his opinion of the old man. Quite the talker aren’t we old man. Interesting, perhaps… Maybe you can help me someday.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Cloven Brevis

@TheHangedMan | @Sanguine Rose

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When had he found her again? Had his gaze been tracking her while his mind worked? while it listened absently to the song. This can’t be good, he brooded. Not again. This is the whole, Syra situation all over again. Hidden by his cloak, he reached up to his chest to soothe an old aching. That hurt like a dagger.

His name managed to slice open his cocoon of thought. He fixed his sights on Marduk several feet away, voice carrying strong. If he actually believed he'd get near the plant-wizard… if he considered that an option, then Marduk was clueless to what the woman was. The stonework in his reply was non negotiable, “No thanks. I have other things to do. They can clean up their own mess.”

And like that he strolled off aimless, if only to put more distance between him and the now too-close plant-wizard. Before he knew it only a few feet separated Astoria and himself. He was close enough to have understood her request to Asher.

He frowned unbidden, thinking, Body warmth? Do you really need that, Astoria? from him? A quick check of his own body made it clear his cloak and clothes were also soaked. Everyone's were. A low grumble sat in his throat and as some internal clock had begun to tick, he strode even closer.

Four feet from Astoria with his arms at his side and eyes coldly penetrating her; he said, “I’ll trade you, Astoria. My… warmth. For answers, to my questions.” He unfurled his arms from his cloak, revealing the black leather-armor beneath, an invitation to take refuge. “What do you say?”

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Cloven Brevis

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His guildmates were a riot-and-a-half. A congregation of very real, very animated emotions. There was a sense of worry sitting between them all for the idiot-boy, Felix, was his name. And that perplexed him a bit. Everyone had warned the boy, downright spelled it out for him, ‘Be careful superhero, this isn’t no comic book’ and yet he went and got himself hurt anyway.

The pain will teach him what no one else could. Cloven wrapped himself tighter against the rain; vehemently ignoring the dread. I’m too close to her, can’t wait to get back and put space between us. It would have to sit there and ruminate within, it could eat all it wanted while he distracted himself with the doleful views and that gentle haunting song.

There was a shifting in the air or energies. It was odd and nearly imperceptible but it drew his attention skyward anyway. Even still, he missed whatever had parted the clouds and could only shield himself from the wave of dampness and debris that smacked against him. When the dust had wafted away, a herculean figure was revealed. Cloven had no idea who the man was but he stood from his rock-chair in defiance. He stayed the trembling of his wounded arm, kept them hidden beneath the folds of his cloak, and lit them softly with his dark magic.

Good, he thought grimly. Finally I can really lash out. Just attack the guild. Kill, Holly or better yet the plant-wizard. That's what Son would call a two-for-one; I get rid of her and I get to vent.

But it never came to that. Even when the tension was at its worst, when the Rune Knights and civilians had them encircled; at the end nothing had happened. Cloven couldn’t help but feel cheated. He grinded his teeth silently, put distance between himself and the plant-wizard, and listened for the ethereal noises of Earth Land. Listened to that melody that so fiercely clung to him now.

Then like magic or perhaps he just wasn’t paying attention, faraway with the others, was Astoria. The idol of the haunting song, a weaker version of herself. Cloven felt a pang in his chest for... for what? Her cheerfulness. No, it went so much deeper. Of that he was sure. He steadied his gaze on her. The cracks are showing, Astoria. Your song is starting to gain substance to me. Questions are flooding; what kind of past did you have? what was it about this destruction that could have shaken you up? was it the dragon? Maybe you feel helpless right now.

He pulled his attention to some empty distance. I sure do wonder… I want to know more, he finally admitted.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Cloven Brevis

@j8cob | @TheHangedMan | @Sanguine Rose

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Cloven was meticulous about keeping out of the way, unseen and unheard. It came from his many years of practice before this new chapter of his life. Of avoiding the hard punches, unsavory intentions, and often deadly aggressions of his ‘betters’. It came in handy now, even as he stood stark-still in the sudden rain, watching in something akin to horror at a butchering. Not the typical kind though, not the kind that caught your words or stifled your breath. But the vicarious kind; the type of horror that could only be empathized with dispassionately.

Sometime prior to the horror, Marduk’s words had been met with a bit of trepidation. Cloven wanted to lash out at the old man, outright tell him no. But he hadn’t, instead he responded. "Alright, I'll get to her." The dangerous mission had done something to the sticky dread in his gut. It had unhinged it with the possibility that perhaps the plant-wizard wasn’t an imminent threat to his life, that maybe, hopefully, she was just like him. A bit awkward, a little quiet, but ultimately human.

After escaping that gout of flame by ducking out behind one of the dragon's spines; Cloven had bound away to find the plant-wizard. He leapt from cover to cover, till he was on the shattered ground of Era.

He found her standing inside the dragon’s mouth a minute or two later, he assumed. The dreads back, he noticed. A preternatural stillness numbing him; darkening his golden eyes. And in full force. It's hunkering down, latching on with ivory nails.

What he saw next could have been any number of plausible things; a secondary magic, even a magic-tool would be less scary but it felt very natural. In no way did it seem magical to Cloven. The claws, the blood, the gore; it was sadistic and a part of him was perfectly okay with the icky parts. It was the fear of the plant-wizard that drove the horror-nail into the coffin.

Idiot dragon, why would you even want to fight that monster.

He waited for the plant-wizard to join the others before shifting his weight. The blue light raising from the dragon, like shards of sky, was an afterthought. Cloven’s mind traveled now, partly to escape the dread, partly to let the fear numb over. The subject that he contemplated was a sodden song, sung in a cheerful voice beside a lazy river.

Cloven sat on a medium-sized piece of rubble not too far away from the others. The wetness was seeping through his tattered cloak and sapping the heat from his body. He let out an exhale and the exhale sent a fresh wave of pain through his deadened body and bleeding arm. I’ve had worst… much worst. This was sooo tough, he admitted dully. If this is the danger of staying in this guild, I’ll need to get stronger. Tougher than even you, Son. And the worst part is going back to the guild with her. That’s the real reason I need to get stronger. To beat my fears, cause I'm tired of being the joke.

He found the plant-wizard's back, glared at her shortly, then quickly rectified the killer-instinct buried deep inside; finding the cracked concrete below his boots.

“Fuck,” he uttered.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Cloven Brevis

@datadogie | @Anza | @j8cob

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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. Focus, Cloven. Dammit, it's where you was going anyway, make the most of the confusion, 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.

“This is perfect,” he uttered in disbelief. “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.” 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. More, he urged. More, Cloven! Rip it apart!

“Finish the mission you fucking joke,” he told himself aloud.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Cloven Brevis

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Chaos reigned in the little time that the guild had arrived. Magic saturated the air. Iridescent particles danced with the tender embers of yawning flames, and shrill gusts of wind were herald by the massive dragon’s movements.

Even still, The obsidian beast was taking damage; actual damage. A ruptured eye socket, one that now trickled rivers of red onto its face, and an entire wing, which fell heavily onto the city’s cobblestoned earth. Cloven could not help but notice their Dragon Slayer’s magic had seemingly done nothing, while Holly efforts and Lavinia’s magic in particular had done big damage. That was unexpected, it nearly stumped Cloven into overthinking, but the immediate danger had kept him moving. Dipping and dodging debris, big boulders of concrete and dirt.

While he cared little for the populace, that dragon’s fire was likewise aimed at his comrades. Little thought was needed as he hurried behind Asher’s bulwark-like structure. Won’t be enough, he thought. Then he smiled to himself, nearly chuckled, unbidden. Its lacking. I can fix that though.

Standing up he raised a hand forwards; no word of caution or pleas to gather came from his lips. If someone died from being careless or unprepared that was their fault. Life is a culling, came a distant, savagely cruel voice from his past.

“Void,” he called, conjuring a translucent dark dome twelve meters around Asher's structure. When the flames smashed into his spell, a great deal of its power would be absorbed; Cloven would feel that. It would rattle his bones, but he would expect that. He would maintain and endure, if it was possible. And if not, they all still had Asher's spell.