@combureta
the smell of combat is a welcome p e r f u m e that invades his senses the moment he steps out of the ship. watts tells him something, report back when you’re done, don’t get killed, i’ll be wherever -- u n i m p o r t a n t .
he can hear gunfire within the school.
his gauntlets extend as he scales the wall of the immense building, bootheels and blades and his beautiful new tail digging into the stone to carry him up. he can see the fight through the window.
leo and a child, one he remembers hazel mentioning in a mission update. the little rose and the emerald, the flame and the forge, winter and spring. he sees hazel throw the valkyrie to the side like a ragdoll, deflect the flower without batting an eye. he sees cinder throw her weapon, sees the arc boy try to shatter her mask.
tyrian f l i n g s himself from the window with a roar, bringing his blade down on top of arc’s. a spin on his heel and the harsh metal end of his tail connects with the boy’s midsection and sends him flying. he turns to cinder with a crazed look of fear.
“ you--you’re okay, yes? ” he demands, grabbing her shoulder to pull her up. “ little b a s t a r d -- i saw him hit your mask. ”
