<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/0edf174a630f7a8ce914be4cc87e5977/tumblr_ntd6n7ckAl1u496xso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aphelion Drakon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246922.msg12216542#msg12216542)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Temple<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kashana, Renilda, Lakashari, OPEN<br/><strong>Dice Roll:</strong>6[Roll]+7[Power]+1[Attack Bonus]=14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87916)<br/><hr/><br/>As the sisters spoke of gorgons and wondered if one or more had been responsible for the stone figures and statues around, he shook his head. "No gorgons here, nor their magic. I'd be able to sense it." Dragons were hunters. The top of the food chain in the world. And their senses were built around that fact. Eyesight, smell, taste, touch, hearing; all of it at a level that allowed them to ferret their prey out wherever they hid. They were even attuned to the magic of the world around them. And while he'd have liked to fight a Gorgon, potentially getting turned to stone wasn't a fun thought. Continuing on, the group ran, wondering where the fight was.<br/><br/>Something felt wrong though. And at the last second he smelled fowl. Heard it too right as a goose crossed their path. Curses! The rain was washing away the scent of most everything around them. But rain didn't block his ears and he heard the heavy clopping of hooves, but the pattern sounded like two legs instead of four. "Minotaurs", he said with complete certainty. And they weren't far behind the goose, clopping to a stop to take in the adventurers and making a note that the ladies would make nice breeders for their father. No...no they wouldn't. Before he could make a move, Renilda started singing...well melodic shouting was a better term.<br/><br/>But it went along with her stomping on the ground and clanging her sword. And he felt it. He felt her magic surging in his body, getting his adrenaline going, getting him<em>pumped</em>. He started to stomp the ground with her until she was finished. When she was, the tip of his tail shifted into something that resembled a spiked club, and he lashed it violently at the ground, tearing a chunk of the stone away. His posture lowered and his lips rolled back to bare his fangs.<br/><br/>He opened his hands and his claws extended, while a pattern of golden scales showed on his skin that turned rigid and hard like armor. Even his wings grew spiked on the tips. A growl rumbled low in his throat before it turned into a snarling challenge. "Sorry it was us you ran into. Your father is going to be disappointed." He looked at Renilda with a glance that said, "Watch this", then huffed, causing tongues of flame licked around the corners of his mouth. Baring his fangs again, he leaned down and suddenly rushed forward at an impossible angle that would have caused anyone without a flexible lizard spine to tip over face first into the ground. His target was the closest minotaur, and when he was close enough, he exploded up, driving his armored shoulder up into her gut with a shoulder charge that would send her flying up, away, and through one the thick stone pillars surrounding them.