Even as they sail towards the ground, Trahearne does his best to keep his eyes on the battle. It's a spectacle he'll never see again, hopefully, and he wants it seared into his memory.
Kralkatorrik's face lurches forward, sparks of its Brand leaping from its mouth as its crystal breath charges up again. The beam of purple energy sweeps up Diaspora's other arm, its chest, to its face.
Whether that does anything, only time will tell. ]
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Even as they sail towards the ground, Trahearne does his best to keep his eyes on the battle. It's a spectacle he'll never see again, hopefully, and he wants it seared into his memory.
Kralkatorrik's face lurches forward, sparks of its Brand leaping from its mouth as its crystal breath charges up again. The beam of purple energy sweeps up Diaspora's other arm, its chest, to its face.
Whether that does anything, only time will tell. ]