Claws of glass born in a volcanic dragon world. Rex was too sleep deprived to properly digest the oddities of the night.
Not to mention, Imani.
Another blue burst of her vision pulse rose up behind the stack of black stone buildings ahead.
The sight pulled his attention from his claws. As a result, they cracked once before outright shattering out of his finger tips.
The pain was mindnumbing. As if he wasn't already missing an eye and had a punctured ear drum that was making balance difficult.
He snarled angrily but pushed on at a sprinters pace.
Nietha ran beside him. Like Hassan, she was large. But she didn't have the build of an Anhurian. She was lithe instead of buff with smooth sinuous musculature flowing in tandem with her shapely legs and arms. Her beige robes fit like a dress on her if dresses were also made for war. Breathable in all the combative spaces.
Inhumanely, she eyed him as she ran.
"You're awakening your Reactivity." She said.
"My what?"
