Fight me [ -grabby hands for Nidstinien :D?- ]
Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Did he think that he would not sense him? A dragon disguised among mortals, bringing down his own kin for whatever foolish reason, and he thought he would not notice. What a fool. However, he would learn his lesson soon enough. Soon enough there would be not a shadow of a doubt which side he belonged to.
“You break thy kinship for this? A land which sees you as the enemy and would have you killed, would see all of us killed.” His voice grew louder and angrier with each syllable he spat in the other man’s direction. “It matters naught to me now. You shall burn with the humans you adore so much, and by my hand will I see you slain.”
He could not exert this body past what it would be able to handle, or else he fears it may become unusable and useless. That, of course, did not mean he didn’t have the means to kill Syabelth where he stood.
Lance in hand, he goes forth and does what feels most familiar to this body; fighting. The two traded blows, Nidhogg’s shade slowly gained an upper hand as he expelled bits of aether to strengthen himself enough where he soon felt confident. Perhaps confidence was now cockiness, but what did it matter to him?
The battle was beginning to force his body into fatigue, as he had difficultly keeping the form of the Azure Dragoon for extended periods of time. Lances clashed against one another, sending the ringing of metal throughout the otherwise silent Highlands. It was then that the form of the Dragoon dissolved into one more familiar, and far more sinister.
One of his claws came down upon Syabelth, trapping him beneath the makeshift cage as his prey struggled to be free. “I have thought about it, and I will allow you to live. I will let you live so you may see all you have known burn to ash. You shall know pain as I do and I will return in time to finish you.” Breath hot with flame, Nidhogg leaned down so he faced the traitor directly. “Ishgard will fall.”