FROM THE ASHES, WE RISE [The Empire]

*Ashiel* · (This post was last modified: 12-02-2017, 03:18 PM by Ashiel.)

ooc: keeping the results of Ashiel's fight with Inverno super vague

Panting, Ashiel got to his feet and shook the dust and blood from his coat. The fight with the mortal was over and he stood there for a moment, heaving cool air into his lungs as he took stock of the situation. Surprise flickered across his face when he heard his uncle's call. He wasn't surprised that Amon won but that he'd done it that quickly. How was the older man back already? Ashiel moved swiftly to answer the call, ignoring his injuries as best he could. He would not show any weakness in front of his family. He saw his mother and dipped his head in greeting to her and also to his uncle. Taking a seat next to Gaios he marveled at how Amon appeared completely uninjured. A sense of awe and reverence passed over him. His uncle was truly a creature of magnificence. It also showed that Ashiel still had a ways to go. That old bastard had been tougher than he'd thought.

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