The Nevadian could feel the flames licking at his heels, his face contorted into a grimace as he stretched his arm to the maximum. He could feel his arm threaten to unhinge itself from the shoulder socket in protest.
The runes adoring his Golden Spear glowed bright in anticipation. The flames threatened to consume him whole, as a single finger managed to barely touch the hilt of the weapon.
Runic Art: Summoning!
In the moment between blinks, a thunderbolt descended from an unseen world above, crazing into the ground *just* behind the Nevadian with a deafening roar as it interceded in the path the flames had hoped to take.
The Nevadian crashed violently to the ground, his shoulder taking the brunt of the impact as he rolled to a stop.
Dust and debris hung in the air, a thick grey plume of smog and smoke wafting gently upwards as it slowly dissipated.
"It seems you have finally called upon me." A proud, deep 'voice' stated from within the smoke, a hint of amusement in it's tone. "And for a challenge that seems worthy of my time, no less!"
A silence lingered within the air for a moment.
"Or...So it would seem by appearances, if nothing else."
The Nevadian breathed a sigh of relief, having barely managed to avoid incineration by the skin of his.....skin.
Good Grief....I didn't think I would make it for a moment.
As the smoke began to clear, a single point could be seen within, piercing the veil to reveal a horn.
Energy began to surge and crackle around it, dispelling the soot smoke that lingered.
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The Lord of The Sunlit Planes had returned, it's majestic countenance standing between the Red Lion and its would be prey.
"After all, I have gored Dragons into a living death. What is this imitation of a beast, by comparison?"