[Estinien feels Howl's claws bite into his belly, and it occurs to him on a primal level that he might actually die here - whatever that truly means, for an Aion. He tries to wrench himself free on desperate reflex, but the grip only grows tighter, blood beginning to dribble past his hips and soak his shirt. Howl's other talon grasps at his wing, and while it's thicker and sturdier than many of its kind, he can feel the scales tear and the bones begin to strain.
He cries out, and it almost involuntary turns into a dragon's roar, a sonic blast of destructive energy that pummels everything surrounding him. It isn't enough, though, not when Howl has such an enduring transformation. He doesn't have a choice anymore. As the possibility of his destruction closes in around him, Estinien hands himself over to muscle memory and instinct. The only way he'll survive this is if he frees himself, and the difference between talons grasping him belonging to a man or a monster no longer matters.
He will tear asunder whatever dared to hold him down, and as the ground closes in on them, he manages to wrench his spear free. Channeling the ruthless destructive power of Ala Morn into his weapon, he plunges it through Howl's leg - if the claws won't release him, he will rip the limb apart.
Whichever it ends up being barely registers to him. All he knows is that one moment he's trapped, and the next his aching wings are catching air. At the last moment, he dismounts, relying on his dragoon techniques more than the wings themselves. He holds onto altitude for as long as he can, leaving Howl to fall without him.]
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He cries out, and it almost involuntary turns into a dragon's roar, a sonic blast of destructive energy that pummels everything surrounding him. It isn't enough, though, not when Howl has such an enduring transformation. He doesn't have a choice anymore. As the possibility of his destruction closes in around him, Estinien hands himself over to muscle memory and instinct. The only way he'll survive this is if he frees himself, and the difference between talons grasping him belonging to a man or a monster no longer matters.
He will tear asunder whatever dared to hold him down, and as the ground closes in on them, he manages to wrench his spear free. Channeling the ruthless destructive power of Ala Morn into his weapon, he plunges it through Howl's leg - if the claws won't release him, he will rip the limb apart.
Whichever it ends up being barely registers to him. All he knows is that one moment he's trapped, and the next his aching wings are catching air. At the last moment, he dismounts, relying on his dragoon techniques more than the wings themselves. He holds onto altitude for as long as he can, leaving Howl to fall without him.]