Exton

The magic here is strong, stronger than anything but the Fae themselves. He breathes deep, letting it infuse his elemental nature. He can feel himself hardening, his flesh thickening. Miko hovers before him, his wings beating effortlessly.

"Amigo! Look at you!"

Ob looks down at himself, noting the grayness of his scales, the talons now gracing his fingers. People move, opening a path to clear spring. What meets his eyes has him laughing. The slow rumble causes fighters to step back as he rises to his feet.

His hair is still a mass of unruly waves, now a hard helmet of gems and granite. The planes of his body are scaled in blue and gray granite. Obsidian talons protrude from his fingertips. He flexes gray wings and easily lifts off the ground. Before he goes too high, Ob drops back to the bank.

He gestures with his right hand and Allah's Light flickers into being. Miko grins and zips in circles around Ob. Ob flexes his muscles and there is the grinding of stone. He dances a few sword steps, and smiles at the ability to still move fluidly.

"*Alá y la Luna sea alabado. I am sooo fucking ready!"

K'thyri has led them to the cave, or at least within sight of the cave. Keon kneels among the Hell Hounds, yipping quietly. Four slip away, drifting into the trees surrounding Morgan's troops.

Ob surges into the air, silently winging over the camp. He circles more than once, taking note of the camp layout. It isn't long before he returns. He hunkers down with K'thyri, Torin, and his friends, drawing the layout in the dirt.

The Fae begin to follow the paths left by the Hell Hounds, drifting like shadows among the trees. Keon waits until the first shouts and clash of blades, shifting to Hell Hound form to lope off with the last two Hounds.


*Allah and the Moon be praised.