OOC / +213
The horrendous nature of the clouds above them was awe inspiring. If Helotes wouldn’t have known better, he would have guessed that the sky would burst forth a tornado upon the two of them. But such a thing wouldn’t happen in this terrain and so near the ocean. He looked back at Ezekiel as he confirmed that Kaena was still amongst the living. Helotes gave a small chuckled at that, the old wind bag must be ancient by now, but he supposed he should pay some respects to her, she was his blood after all.
Grabbing his pack and slinging it over his shoulder again, just as another growl of thunder threatened, Ezekiel asked what Helotes could do. For a moment he had no idea what the guy was asking, but then he figured it out. A small smirk came to his lips again, "I can fight." was all he said.
It was true, growing up in a litter containing four males taught him to be tough physically, and then having to face off against his abusive father instilled adeptness in violence in him. Helotes could fight with the best of them, more often than not besting his opponents. He had maimed, crippled, even killed, and it didn’t phase him in the least.
<style type="text/css">
.nat1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#FFA500; letter-spacing:1px; }
.nat1 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.nat1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.nat1 {margin:0px auto; width:370px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/659/ ... eblend.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 240px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#A52A2A; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/html]