09.Jan.14, 11:09 PM
S'bel eyed the other riders who gathered, gaze sweeping dispassionately just to take a catalogue, then they lingered on S'cer before the chase commanded his attention once again. That trip up, the small motion from the green that slowed her momentum pulled his focus to rest fully on the skies for the time being. There! They needed to move in! As the smallest male chasing, Ipsyth needed to make his move while his speed allowed and before fatigue set in. Before he could swoop in for that chance, though, Dakrith's form cut them off.
S'bel growled softly under his breath. Bronzes never had a place in greenflights. All they ever did was get in the way, the big oafs. Just like the cumbersome beasts to lay a claim on the whole sky and everything in it. Ipsyth stalled slightly, forced to swerve so as to avoid a collision with the larger dragon. And thought S'bel seethed in anger at that, his clenched fist loosened after just a few seconds with Ipsyth's calming influence flowing through his own mind. Right. They would wait for the right time.
He still couldn't help a smirk as Ghaeth went after the bronze. Perfect. Let the big ones distract themselves. The blue moved past them, but dodging away from the bronze left them at a position much worse than they had been before, and Zeianth moved in instead. Ipsyth stayed close, watching the other blue's attempt at catching the green with patience but still with the slightest hint of disappointment that they might have missed their chance. Still, he wished for Quelseth to hold out. They just needed to wait. S'bel bit his lip and waited with bated breath, with hazy focus switching between watching Quelseth in the sky and D'hys move closer on the ground. No, not yet!
S'bel growled softly under his breath. Bronzes never had a place in greenflights. All they ever did was get in the way, the big oafs. Just like the cumbersome beasts to lay a claim on the whole sky and everything in it. Ipsyth stalled slightly, forced to swerve so as to avoid a collision with the larger dragon. And thought S'bel seethed in anger at that, his clenched fist loosened after just a few seconds with Ipsyth's calming influence flowing through his own mind. Right. They would wait for the right time.
He still couldn't help a smirk as Ghaeth went after the bronze. Perfect. Let the big ones distract themselves. The blue moved past them, but dodging away from the bronze left them at a position much worse than they had been before, and Zeianth moved in instead. Ipsyth stayed close, watching the other blue's attempt at catching the green with patience but still with the slightest hint of disappointment that they might have missed their chance. Still, he wished for Quelseth to hold out. They just needed to wait. S'bel bit his lip and waited with bated breath, with hazy focus switching between watching Quelseth in the sky and D'hys move closer on the ground. No, not yet!