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Inspiration => www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoSXA4…

Reply to => [Wyngro] Bring it on.

WARNING! Gore? Violance that's for sure.. Also crappy english

Azazel lunged himself on Isaac with intent to fight, to kill.

The cream gro reacted quickly, instinctively backing up from
the blur of red that filled up his eyes, ready to swing his trusty dagger when the other levels with him. He plans to slice the attackers scleras in one move, blinding him to potentially swiftly run away with his loot without the danger of it being burnt mid combat. However Isaac feels slight disgust at himself for such a thought process: escaping from a battle is a sign of cowardice and he isn't a coward. He never was and never will be. He slashes at Azazel whom got up, only to get surprised by him leaning back, dodging the blade and catching his extended arm in his own red claws, somewhat crushing his bones. Isaac hisses, feeling as the red gros hands begin to heat up, burning the material of his clothes away and digging more and more into his now unprotected muscles, hot temperature sizzling on his skin.

He can see the devilish gro smilling all this time, his leg moving to kick Isaacs legs to topple him over and gain advantage. The cream teenager jumps, avoiding the red hoof before clenching his teeth and aiming a punch right in Azazels ugly face, followed by the blue flame immediatly. The red gro doesn't register the first few blows, or maybe he just focuses more on inflicting pain on Isaac, crushing him more and more, ripping his arm open a bit. Blood spills, eyes get bruised and daggers are dropped. The red gro squats to avoid another swing, letting go of Isaacs limb and readies himself before charging with his horned head into the cream teens mid section. The other tried to block the swiftly approaching opponent with his arms, grabbing the horns and yanking them back with as much strength he could muster. He really didn't want to get impaled again. Azazels head lolled back forcefully while he cackled, clawing at Isaacs abdomen a second later. In panic, the cream teen kicked the other back, throwing him to the ground and tried to defend his own wounded stomach with his right arm, both bleeding.

Isaac could feel increasing nausea. It made him mad. He looked at Azazel trying to get up from his knees before raising his left hand and aiming a constant beam of fire on the devilish gros back, setting the feathery wings in flames. While the other tossed and turned for a moment, even manipulated some of the magic back at him, Isaac tried to continue.

I'll burn you into a crisp.

hELLO YES I DIDNT WRITE IN A LONG TIME

or did anything wyngro related hAHA

yeah uh

it's prolly hella ooc

or just hard to read

im not...good at writing fight scenes i guess?

even when im interested in them?

eh, whatever

also sorry for lack of visuals :/

im struggling to draw anything lately

Azazel belongs to

Description

Inspiration => www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoSXA4…

Reply to => [Wyngro] Bring it on.

WARNING! Gore? Violance that's for sure.. Also crappy english

Azazel lunged himself on Isaac with intent to fight, to kill.

The cream gro reacted quickly, instinctively backing up from
the blur of red that filled up his eyes, ready to swing his trusty dagger when the other levels with him. He plans to slice the attackers scleras in one move, blinding him to potentially swiftly run away with his loot without the danger of it being burnt mid combat. However Isaac feels slight disgust at himself for such a thought process: escaping from a battle is a sign of cowardice and he isn't a coward. He never was and never will be. He slashes at Azazel whom got up, only to get surprised by him leaning back, dodging the blade and catching his extended arm in his own red claws, somewhat crushing his bones. Isaac hisses, feeling as the red gros hands begin to heat up, burning the material of his clothes away and digging more and more into his now unprotected muscles, hot temperature sizzling on his skin.

He can see the devilish gro smilling all this time, his leg moving to kick Isaacs legs to topple him over and gain advantage. The cream teenager jumps, avoiding the red hoof before clenching his teeth and aiming a punch right in Azazels ugly face, followed by the blue flame immediatly. The red gro doesn't register the first few blows, or maybe he just focuses more on inflicting pain on Isaac, crushing him more and more, ripping his arm open a bit. Blood spills, eyes get bruised and daggers are dropped. The red gro squats to avoid another swing, letting go of Isaacs limb and readies himself before charging with his horned head into the cream teens mid section. The other tried to block the swiftly approaching opponent with his arms, grabbing the horns and yanking them back with as much strength he could muster. He really didn't want to get impaled again. Azazels head lolled back forcefully while he cackled, clawing at Isaacs abdomen a second later. In panic, the cream teen kicked the other back, throwing him to the ground and tried to defend his own wounded stomach with his right arm, both bleeding.

Isaac could feel increasing nausea. It made him mad. He looked at Azazel trying to get up from his knees before raising his left hand and aiming a constant beam of fire on the devilish gros back, setting the feathery wings in flames. While the other tossed and turned for a moment, even manipulated some of the magic back at him, Isaac tried to continue.

I'll burn you into a crisp.

hELLO YES I DIDNT WRITE IN A LONG TIME

or did anything wyngro related hAHA

yeah uh

it's prolly hella ooc

or just hard to read

im not...good at writing fight scenes i guess?

even when im interested in them?

eh, whatever

also sorry for lack of visuals :/

im struggling to draw anything lately

Azazel belongs to