"Tch! Things just got a little more drastic!" Finir shouted to himself, flinging the dismantled body of an undead angel away.
He beat his wings to fly back to the water and dipped both arms in, pulling out two pulsating water spheres hovering above his palms in place of the sword and shield, turning as if it were clay on a spinning clay tablet. As they spun, they turned into a powdery snow, giving off a harshly cold burst of air.
The azure dragon flew in front, trying to deflect and douse out the light orbs and their beams with a freezing blast from his snow spheres, and taking the time to use his ice breath as a main weapon to slow the angel army around him or - if Tiamat were still watching over him - even freeze them for him to shatter.
And if he could do this in a straight shot, Serena would be his...
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.
Last edited by Marzai; 06-26-2011 at 12:17 PM.