Damien nodded slowly at what Ember said, though he honestly wasn't sure whether or not she would be alright. He had just met her, after all. But, he supposed she wouldn't lie and wouldn't jump down and help unless she had a slight idea of what she was doing, so he decided to believe her.
He was about to try and get out of the way again when two new figures jumped in to fight. The two males, one younger than the other, had blocked the axe, and were talking about previous attacks like this.
"You two are, unfortunately, not going to be able to stay back safely this time..We've been running back and forth to stop attacks from these guys, we're worn out..Don't suppose you can help?"
The young man swallowed. He knew he wouldn't be able to help; he couldn't even get out of there himself. He nodded, though, and caught the sword that was thrown at him.
Change your mind yet on whether you want me to come out and help? You can't fight, I can. With YOUR luck you'll end up stabbing yourself instead of the guy with the axe!
Damien sighed, and nodded again. This was one of the few times he was actually going to allow his other self to take control. He looked at the younger male, noticing he wasn't going to be able to fight this.
His eye color changed to a shade of light green, his skin tanned, and the bones of his wings grew larger, soon being covered with muscle, skin, and dark red feathers. His facial features changed somewhat, and his hair became pitch black. Once the transformation was finished, which hadn't taken very long for once, it was Tristan that stood there instead of Damien.
"Dont let the ax hit you.."
The male rolled his eyes. "Can we just get this over with?" he asked, a bored, yet serious look on his face. He took the sword out of the sheath Zaine had given his other self, and got ready for the fight that was about to occur.
He was about to try and get out of the way again when two new figures jumped in to fight. The two males, one younger than the other, had blocked the axe, and were talking about previous attacks like this.
"You two are, unfortunately, not going to be able to stay back safely this time..We've been running back and forth to stop attacks from these guys, we're worn out..Don't suppose you can help?"
The young man swallowed. He knew he wouldn't be able to help; he couldn't even get out of there himself. He nodded, though, and caught the sword that was thrown at him.
Change your mind yet on whether you want me to come out and help? You can't fight, I can. With YOUR luck you'll end up stabbing yourself instead of the guy with the axe!
Damien sighed, and nodded again. This was one of the few times he was actually going to allow his other self to take control. He looked at the younger male, noticing he wasn't going to be able to fight this.
His eye color changed to a shade of light green, his skin tanned, and the bones of his wings grew larger, soon being covered with muscle, skin, and dark red feathers. His facial features changed somewhat, and his hair became pitch black. Once the transformation was finished, which hadn't taken very long for once, it was Tristan that stood there instead of Damien.
"Dont let the ax hit you.."
The male rolled his eyes. "Can we just get this over with?" he asked, a bored, yet serious look on his face. He took the sword out of the sheath Zaine had given his other self, and got ready for the fight that was about to occur.