| Ian was dazed. The wound he had recieved wasn't all that bad, and his body would be able to function perfectly once it was healed. But the queen's seemingly nonchalant way of dealing with him had ignited something...feral in him. Disentangling himself from Azrael, he stood, his left arm hanging limp at his side. He reached deep down into his reserves, and summoned a last bit of magical energy, crystalizing the air around his right hand to create his arm-scythe again. Roaring a battle-cry, he charged. The queen's back was to him, and she was fully preoccupied with the beast J'kar had summoned. He dodged past the whipping tail and lept to her back. Running up her spine, he reached the place where her neck joined her enormous, oblong head. Pulling back, he plunged the blade of ice straight into that point. When the blade had buried itself in as far as it could, he ripped it out, and began to hack at the queen's neck. The tail whipped back around, catching him in the side. The tail blade didn't hit him, but the blow flung him into the cave wall, causing him to nearly black out. "That," he muttered, "is one tough bitch." He then blacked out. A slow trickle of blue energy wrapped around his wound, slowly encasing it in ice to stop the blood flow. |