<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/rLTrIAg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Iron Sand<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The stone lion's dungeon<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>With her eyes still closed Iron Sand crouches slightly, right foot turned away from her while her left slides forwards before raising onto her toes. Her hands come up, left extended but lose while her right stays by her chest and her fingers curl together to make a singular spike. Her body sways with slow and steady breaths even as the battle starts and she makes no drastic movements until a claw is almost striking her. Rocking back she twists her extended hand curling it beneath the beast's paw and sending the strike over her head even as her other hand lashes out, stiffened fingers punching through the creature's eye and driving into it's brain leaving the corpse to flop before her.<br/><br/>A small smirk briefly curls her lips before she begins moving, body swaying and twisting while small and flowing steps send her gliding across the ground. She flows and twists in constant movement with her arms guiding blows around her or using them to tug her foes off balance while her hands tear through flesh and her lashing kicks crunch bones. She continues in this manner until there's a blow she can't parry, a blade coiling around her own twisting motion to impale her stomach where the motions have parted her garb. She manages to clutch the wrist of the one that had stabbed her but her stance is disrupted, wide eyes meeting his own while his other hand sends a blade towards her face.<br/><br/>Teeth clench and her eyes narrow as she presses in towards the Raksha. Fingers clad in an off white chitin grasp onto the man's throat as he is hauled into the air, the blade scraping off the carapace that covers her expanding form. Silk vanishes beneath tough chitin as she reaches near eight foot in height, a long twisting length of a tail stretches out behind her with the stinger topping it punching through a beast's head. Her snarl turns into a roar as her other hand grasps him by the thigh and she yanks her arms apart, the man's body splitting in a spray of blood and gore.<br/><br/>Hurling the body aside she lunges forwards, stinger lashing out while her blows shatter bones. Every step she takes sends dust up as the floor cracks and any corpse she stomps on splatters while her lashing blows send shattered bodies flying away from her. A brief respite from foes is enough for her to calm some, monstrous form crouching slightly as she sinks back into her stance and begins flowing through the fight. Her hands and arms weave around her in almost pure defense keeping attacks from reaching her or tugging any foe she faces off balance while her weaving and lashing tail spears out and pierces the off center enemy.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bad at discriptions I am. <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stance of the mantis</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.wutanalaska.com/images/prayingmantis.jpg)</div></div></div></div>