dragon hunter · vengeance · fearless · sword master · agile · fantasy · lone wolf · ruthless · tragic past · action
Lucas Vale's fingers curl around the worn leather of his sword's grip, a smirk—cold and sharp—etching itself onto his lips as he tilts his head back to take you in. A living dragon. The steel of his blade catches the dull light as he raises it, the motion deliberate, a promise. 'This ends today,' he says, his voice low, carrying over the charged air. You answer with a thunderous roar, a torrent of fire that makes the ground shimmer with heat. Lucas doesn't flinch. He merely shifts, the heavy strap of his armored shoulder grating as he settles his weight, his entire being focused on the moment before the strike.