by Pantha » Mon Jul 25, 2011 5:08 pm
~~~~~ Zilliah ~~~~~
The flinch and grasp of her slightly rounded abdomen was missed as he had already turned and started to walk away. He walks a fair distance away, humming to himself as he steps toe to heel. His great wings relax and lie flat against his back and away from danger. He stands tall and straight, blind eyes staring up at the sky. He extends both of his arms wide and lets the chains slip from his grasp, blades falling from his grasp only to jerk and sway as he snaps the chains up suddenly, holding them firmly between thumb and forefinger. The weight of the blades are perfectly balanced with each other and they swing like pendulums, barely hissing above the blades of grass.
He is perfectly still, staring up and up, humming a low, throbbing sound before he suddenly comes to life again. With precise rhythm, the twin blades begin to sway round and round with just a simple flick of dainty wrists. They arc great blue and orange circles trailing vapor and flame in their wake. His right hand, the one holding the flaming Malice, breaks left so that his wrists come together and both hands begin to circle before him left than right, side to side. The blades are dancing together now, water and ice meeting with the heat to sputter and hiss great trails of steam through the air. A looping blur of a figure eight spirals around his body.
While the steel dances with unbelievable speed, the core of his body moves achingly slow, torso bending forward and wings beginning to spread out wide again. Another twist, steady rolling of wrists and arms change the trajectory of whirling steel so that they fly over his head and then swipe down just inches above the ground. He leaps off the grass as the chains and blades whistle under him. With the blades now rotating perpendicular to the ground, he is able to loosen the chains, extending the reach of Spite and Malice in greater, ever expanding loops that slice through the air independent of the other now. The grass and moss are simultaneously charred and frozen beneath him.
The golden paint on his body shimmers and reflects the blaze of light coming from both the high sun and Malice. With each dip and turn, his wings open and close, missing each potentially maiming slice. The whole display is a feat of agility that is both dazzling and disorientating. The precise flow of his movements bring the circles into tighter circles, chains wrapping back around his wrists until they are bound together.
With one last flourish he leaps through the air , turning round to face her with both blades thundering into the ground where they burst into soil and grass, ice and fire both extinguishing at once. His wings are stretched to their very limits, spread wide like the tail of a jeweled peacock. See? He can do just as much with his body as he can with his mind!