@ofroyalcrowns Continued
A straight crack through it as the crystal begins to crack, just in time for pieces of the crystal to shatter just as wings flare, his tail whips behind him and the fools try to jump at him, bleeding wounds flare as without the crystal the wounds reopen, blood gushing to whatever flooring there was as he lunges, large claws digging into the shoulders of one of the more armored men, slamming them down as he snarls, before throwing himself off just as the flash of something silver catches his attention.
‘kill them all! MAKE THEM SUFFER’
Durin’s voice is a painful reminder that this form comes with the annoyance of listening to that chatter he’s almost glad for the pain that ruptures through his spine as he drops to one knee, the draconian features dissipating as he struggles to breath, appearance alone suggest a fancy setting or high position as he quickly forms a sword from pure ice, mixing the components of geo in to refine it as he holds it with one arm, the other against his chest, attempting to keep himself from continuously bleeding on the floor. Raising the hand to wipe away the beads of sweat running down the side of his face, rugged breaths escaping him with a form of cold mist.
He says nothing, sheer determination is the only thing keeping him upright, the lingering aura in the air is all that needs to confirm otherworldly, if not evident enough as his eyes follow any single movement of everyone in the room to a degree.