#flashwing skylanders

If you wanna, could you draw Flashwing? She's my ultimate fav! <3

YEAAASS!!! I love Flashwing! Overall, my favorite Giants skylander (primarily in design).

Eruptor powered through the crumbling tunnels and down the grating halls. Gratefully, there weren't any miners he could see. Maybe he got them all out before the cave collapsed, after all. Maybe they'd already found another way. The suffocating scent of burning flesh and hair was mercifully absent. His way was lit by immense orange light. The Fire Element was oversaturated to the point weaker, less magic-tolerant rocks were shattering all on their own. Not a single grain of the wooden supports wasn't enveloped in flame. The earthy brown was charred black and every groove glowed with energy. Heat rippled around them, like watching the stones through rippling water.

To prevent the same from happening to him, Eruptor shot fireballs into the ground ahead of him. Discharging power. He aimed for the already breaking points. If the cavern was holding without them, it would continue as he ran down. Flashwing came up behind him. She tried to squeeze through the narrow gap between him and the walls, but wasn't willing to chance contacting them. She didn't have the heat resistance of a Lava Elemental. At least her wings were fans when she was hovering. She wasn't going to touch anything she didn't have to.

They were going deeper. This must be the tunnel to the richest ores. Where the magma flowed freely. Where only Moles with the right equipment were allowed. Where Flashwing really shouldn't be. He dragged his blobs against the walls like he was holding them together. Lava melted into the cracks. It took a long time to cool and solidify in the spreading cracks. Sand fell on their heads and backs like lit gunpowder. His eyes were more equipped than the Earth dragoness's. She still did her best to stay off the searing ground and follow the Tank Skylander's lead. Like her life depended on it. It might. Unless he had anything to say about it. He bared the full force of pulsing heat waves. He'd faced worse at home. The arcane saturation was the real problem.

His Magma Blobs ceased touching the walls. The new chamber was more intact. It opened into a free and round room. The left half of the room had already fallen deep into the mountain. Every pebble devoured and swept away by a torrent of liquid rock. There weren't any dark spots in the flow. All extremely bright yellows and oranges. All impossibly hot. All, an Earth Aspirant could only take so much of. All even a dragon could only take so much of. Even yelling, he could barely tell what Flashwing was trying to announce. The roar of the lavafall deafened all. It eroded at the bases of the stone beneath them. Splattered clumps of material against the walls. Drew chunks of bedrock out from under them.

The flow formed around masses of tungsten. Trailed Fire behind it like the streak of a Fireball. Flames chasing a point of gravity. They rebounded around their confines. Every hit pulled more of the mountain's foundations away from its center. A mountain that stood still for as long as anyone could remember, tripped up by a river of lava that moved slow and unchanged until now. Replaced as much rock as it removed. No longer. No stability. No certainty but that this place was coming down on itself.

And there was a bright light coming down the way. Maybe just the Moles' valuables. Maybe something greater. Maybe a relic. Maybe something that shouldn't be left here. And something that was in their way, anyway. Flashwing flew to his side. Her paws were on her ears while her wings glowed with levitating power. She gave him a look while shielding her eyes with the edge of her crystal wing. Eruptor narrowed back in on the distant light. He stepped forward. One foot at a time. He held his Magma Blobs in front of him like raised fists. His yellowed teeth locked together. The dragoness floated behind him. Desperate never to touch the exposed lava nor heated ground. Earth and Fire seldom mixed. Opposite Elements.