As soon as the dragoon unleashed her chilling breath, Firion moved. He was aimming for the gem on her back. Wether it was a magical booster or means of controlling this woman, he knew it had to be destroyed.
"Its destruction would free her or weaken her. Either way we end this conflict that much sooner", he thought as he prepared to tackle her.
Much to his suprise, Raziel had recovered and proceeded to tackle her. He continued his dash toward her, and slide the part of the way. As he did, he bent low, pulling one of his knives, which lay concealed in his boots.
In the corner of his eye, he saw a torrent of water and ice heading their way. With little time to do anything else, he continued the dash hoping that regardless of the torrent, he would be able to reach and damage the gem at least.
Like an emmisary from Cosmos herself, he saw Frog descend, cleave the water in two and say that she could not win. In that he concurred with his new friend, the dragoon would not win this fight.
"Razail, I'm going for the gem!", Firion shouted as he aimed his knife at the gem, with his other had ready to drive the blade into the gem
Mastery of magic is when telling time means telling time what to do.
In Honor of a true warrior: Quotes from Dinobot
Quickstrike: [gloating and tauntingly] So, what's a warrior without weapons, eh?
Dinobot: A warrior still! [Punches Quickstrike twice, then throws him so he lands on his head, knocking him out]
- Honor does not need to be won, but it must never be lost.
- The question that once haunted my being's been answered. The future is not fixed. My choices are my own. And yet... how ironic. For I now find that I have no choice at all. I am a warrior. Let the battle be joined.