#* andruil

The beast came to heel, rearing it's ugly head and tempering the cacophony of noise with a humbling roar of it's own as it's two front feet followed suit and landed with a heavy thud. He'd spotted Andruil from above, Her offense still easily recognized, even after years of absence from their sparring. From the hide of his beast, he laughs - a deeply unsettling sound as she drives one of his own creatures into the ground. Amadeus says nothing, the predator within him merely watching as his prey dances back and forth before him in the dance of death as more of his creatures flank her, drawing her ever nearer the wyrm's snapping maw. "And so this is how you finally meet with death, how poetic."