The team collapsed near the Scorchshrine, stampede still thundering.
Silence. What little of it could exist in the midst of an ongoing Behemorph stampede and a distant battle between 2 Verdant Warden rank Behemorphs.
They stared at the corpses lying in front of them.
Torren gripped his Pyreaxe trophy, Flamevine Wrath dim. "Clayton…," he hesitated, but in the end he asked. "Those thorns… where'd that come from?" His trust held, but his eyes narrowed.
The moment that he decided to reveal a bit more of his Aspect powers in the heat of the battle against the enemy Awakened, he already expected something like this so Clayton was not surprised.
He grinned, Shedskin cloaking his power.
He looked at Torren. "Got a few tricks. Saved your ass, didn't it?"
Veyra, already looting an Ashfang, pressed. "That's no scavenger move. You're holding out". Her tone mixed admiration and suspicion.
"What really is your background?"
