... Ok. Now that feeling is getting creepy. Zangetsu knows better than to tangle with elementals -- how the heck do you fight fire incarnate? -- so he's sitting this one out, for now.
(He'll go in for a cheap shot if he thinks he can pull it off. He hasn't seen an opportunity.)
But for all the fire and bluster of the elemental, he feels cold. His skeletal dragon head looks around and sniffs the air. It feels good to be able to sense energies, souls, again.
And whatever that was, it was mad.
"I hate to break up all your faerie drama, but does anyone else feel that? No?"
Though, now that he thinks about it... he can sense energies again. He can pick up on souls. Unfortunately, he has no clue what the Count's energy feels like. So he closes most of his various eyes and tries to feel beyond the raging inferno and the sickly sweet nectar-smelling souls, past the icy fury below, past all the souls milling around...
Ugh. It wasn't going to be easy. This would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Or... more like finding a needle in a needle stack. One specific needle. That he's never seen before.
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(He'll go in for a cheap shot if he thinks he can pull it off. He hasn't seen an opportunity.)
But for all the fire and bluster of the elemental, he feels cold. His skeletal dragon head looks around and sniffs the air. It feels good to be able to sense energies, souls, again.
And whatever that was, it was mad.
"I hate to break up all your faerie drama, but does anyone else feel that? No?"
Though, now that he thinks about it... he can sense energies again. He can pick up on souls. Unfortunately, he has no clue what the Count's energy feels like. So he closes most of his various eyes and tries to feel beyond the raging inferno and the sickly sweet nectar-smelling souls, past the icy fury below, past all the souls milling around...
Ugh. It wasn't going to be easy. This would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Or... more like finding a needle in a needle stack. One specific needle. That he's never seen before.