23.Mar.12, 05:05 PM
He only wished he could see the other man's face as there came the sound of Farlints hands pounding the hard sand. "Don't worry." he told I'shan, cheeks flared. "I'll be gentle." Still, that one comment was more than enough to change the target of his wrath.
No longer would it be the innocent blue; no. This was combat, and while Farlint was not a dragon and I'shan was not Thread, the goal was clear: Get the enemy before your head catches on fire from embarrassment.
It was probably a very good thing that no one else was around to witness as Farlint moved into place behind I'shan, drawing back his hand to aim for the other man's pant-clad rump. It was only what he deserved.
But no.
Spinning, he flung the ball of sand at the body of the dragon, taking care to avoid the face and tender eyes.
No longer would it be the innocent blue; no. This was combat, and while Farlint was not a dragon and I'shan was not Thread, the goal was clear: Get the enemy before your head catches on fire from embarrassment.
It was probably a very good thing that no one else was around to witness as Farlint moved into place behind I'shan, drawing back his hand to aim for the other man's pant-clad rump. It was only what he deserved.
But no.
Spinning, he flung the ball of sand at the body of the dragon, taking care to avoid the face and tender eyes.