Maylin grinned at the dingo, the blades pressing into the pale skin, figuring he wouldn’t actually do anything â€" as the water spirit was using Tessa as a sort of human (er, spiritual) shield. Ooh she was wrong. Solid blue eyes closed once; and then she found her body flying, both Tessa and her shukusen out of her grasp.
Heres trick number two for the LeSages. Wings.
Tessa was the first to recover herself, her large, feathery blue wings ripping from her shoulder blades, flaring to catch an updraft, holding her slender form aloft, beating slowly as she rightened herself, lungs working to catch her breath as she moved her hands infront of her â€" ready to call the earth itself to her bidding.
Sadly; Maylin had the same idea. Inches above the ground, Maylin forced her own, navy blue, leathery, bat-like wings through her skin, beating the air hard to lift herself up and away from the hard ground, her face, innocent, twisted into rage. “So, dogbreath, you’re stronger than I thought,� she snapped, having to back away to retrieve a dropped shukusen before rising slightly, looking down at the dingo. “You won’t touch me this time,� she mocked, flaring her wings to rise higher as she twirled; making the rain fall in a sudden downpour. This water made Tessa’s feathery wings drag, her body slowly drifting downwards, giving Maylin the clear advantage of flight.