Ioraedra - e6381f
Level: 1
Posts: 1
AP: 10
Diet: Piscivore
Element: Air/Fire
Offense: 8
Defense: 2
Precision: 8
Endurance: 11
Speed: 8
Fame: 3
Battle Traits: Blubber (Racial), Wing Buffet (Racial), Pyro (Racial), Flyby Attack, Meteor Fall, Blindsense, First Initiative, Lunge, Pursuit, Tough Hide
(Ioraedra is, as always, in her Paragon form.)
The field seemed empty and small, but that may have been because of the fact that she felt so... well, large compared to everything. But she had been sent here for some reason, and she was not so keen on ignoring instructions from superiors--especially the second-in-command of the fighters in the clan.
"They say I am to meet an opponent here... so who am I supposed to meet?" the Pipe asked blankly, looking around the field with her eight eyes. She flared her wings out, the wind hitting the feathers and raking through her tendrils.
Well... whoever it is, they can take their time, she thought to herself. It's too pretty of a day to be concerned with only one thing.
Level: 1
Posts: 1
AP: 10
Diet: Piscivore
Element: Air/Fire
Offense: 8
Defense: 2
Precision: 8
Endurance: 11
Speed: 8
Fame: 3
Battle Traits: Blubber (Racial), Wing Buffet (Racial), Pyro (Racial), Flyby Attack, Meteor Fall, Blindsense, First Initiative, Lunge, Pursuit, Tough Hide
(Ioraedra is, as always, in her Paragon form.)
The field seemed empty and small, but that may have been because of the fact that she felt so... well, large compared to everything. But she had been sent here for some reason, and she was not so keen on ignoring instructions from superiors--especially the second-in-command of the fighters in the clan.
"They say I am to meet an opponent here... so who am I supposed to meet?" the Pipe asked blankly, looking around the field with her eight eyes. She flared her wings out, the wind hitting the feathers and raking through her tendrils.
Well... whoever it is, they can take their time, she thought to herself. It's too pretty of a day to be concerned with only one thing.