04-28-2010, 03:35 PM
Aaralyn just simply watched now. She didn't even bat an eye at all the carnage going on in the clearing below her, caused by the one she chose to ally herself with at the moment. She swatted away a piece of skull in mid-air with her hand as it sailed toward her due to Terrace crushing two altered's heads together. Aaralyn wasn't too fond of blood, definately not nearly as fond of it as the griffin seemed. Her own methods of killing caused very little blood unless she went a bit overboard, and that only happened if something made her incredibly mad. The banshee watched with a rather blank look on her face as Terrace squared off between a unicorn altered and a dragon altered. Two very powerful creatures themselves, but these were altered, and hardly compared to the real thing, even though these two were obviously quite strong considering what they were.
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