Deafening. .like a padded room.
The heat fades with a momentarily ominous chill, as the Armor floats into view before Farosh, Warsledge in one hand, and a piece of blue, elegant fabric that looked to be half permafrosted over. . .it looks like The Armor was busy while Farosh rested. .
The armor was in no rush, taking the few shards of the destroyed lightroot and tossing them into a large puddle of gloom, which makes a eerie red fire that blazes up to bask the fighting area in a dim, red light.
It takes a moment, before letting out a dark chuckle, and summons a now-
MUCH bigger hammer than before, the size of the head is almost 4 times bigger than the warsledge. .it looks like it can crush a few bones easily.-
. . .
Its presence in the dark was near invisible. . ..but once it saw the dragon transform into that familiar figure, it grinned wickedly, taking the now reinforced helmet and placing it on its head.
The eerie bells had no source, they just echoed endlessly through the stagnant air. . .the silence was-
The Armor’s stance doesn’t waver, as it tosses the cloth before it, and strikes it down into ash with a darkened thunderbolt. . .it’s got quite a few tricks now.
“. . .”
It appears to have nothing to say, its silence spoke volumes. It simply floats there, watching and silently mocking her. .