Once he has his sword and shield in his grip, Henry throws himself at the demon with gritted teeth, his temper raging, a scorching heat beneath his skin as he swings his sword. But then the demon turns her head and catches his eye, and it wears Iamarl's visage, her expression twisted in betrayal, which echoes in her voice.
"Why?!"
It's pure instinct that makes his pull the blow before it hits, stricken, as though he cannot bear to harm Iamarl's image. It takes a second for his mind to catch up, to shake his head and clear the illusion before it can take full hold again, and that gives it an opening.
The desire demon casts a cone of cold. It doesn't manage to freeze him solid, but he feels the painful burst of frost in his bones, making his limbs sluggish.
feel free to use the demon as you like!
With a wave of its arm, it casts horror upon her.
Once he has his sword and shield in his grip, Henry throws himself at the demon with gritted teeth, his temper raging, a scorching heat beneath his skin as he swings his sword. But then the demon turns her head and catches his eye, and it wears Iamarl's visage, her expression twisted in betrayal, which echoes in her voice.
"Why?!"
It's pure instinct that makes his pull the blow before it hits, stricken, as though he cannot bear to harm Iamarl's image. It takes a second for his mind to catch up, to shake his head and clear the illusion before it can take full hold again, and that gives it an opening.
The desire demon casts a cone of cold. It doesn't manage to freeze him solid, but he feels the painful burst of frost in his bones, making his limbs sluggish.