Svarog squinted, trying to keep his vision on the fluttering fire-bug. One grubby hand sorely rubbed his gem and the other hung loosely at his knee. He watched idly as the bird's beak began to glow again, and then he prepared: a sharp inhale of the cold air around him, ice rising along his shoulders like fur might rise on an animal's hackles, and...
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...the snow around him condensed and his body encased itself in ice! Inside, his good eye—the right eye, the one the eagle had aimed at—narrowed and he smiled wickedly. The fire melted the protective ice he had called upon but not enough to reach him. It was then a rock had tink'd off of the ice, having been aimed for his left eye. He growled from within his protective casing, cooling his burns and soothing his wounds. Svarog had still momentarily forgotten about the magical stone, still laying a fair distance away from him on the other side of the Gembound.
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Svarog threw his massive arms up over his head just in time. The blast of flame was mostly dampened by what remained of his ice, which now streamed off him in rivulets, hissing steam up from his thick fur. Stumpy fingers quickly rubbed at his piggish face as he checked himself for burns. His good eye snapped up to follow the fire-bug, anger building.
Llamrei was already beyond him; he was powerful, but slow. All they had to do now was to depart with their prize... if they could ignore the bellow of the frustrated creature behind them, or the pounding of his weight on the rock as he gave lumbering chase.
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