Leonardo Rainfall
Long ago, when the Balrog's flame burned at it's strongest...
Miraculous.
The flames engulfed his body as he felt his energy surge to greater heights. Raw power and strength coursed through veins, the rising dominance over his enemies intoxicating. His hands were trembling. The muscles in his large, masculine body were tightened around his bone as the adrenaline made everything clear.
His eyes held a glimmer and a confidence sadistic and cruel. The Balrog reached to his back, clenching his hand as the fire that encased his body dedicated a portion of the lively flame to a hilt, then a blade. He pulled his hand away from his body, the blade drawn from an endless sheath.
He twirled the blade, seizing the hilt again as he brought the weapon smashing to the ground. The earth cracked beneath the power of the blade as it dug into the crust, lighting the surrounding grass aflame. With the power of his will alone, the Balrog influenced the flames. Balrog spoke in silent, brutal sounding rhymes in his deep rumbling voice as the fire spread farther and farther. The flames crawled over his enemies, encasing them violently in the fire, which lashed out at the air with unrestrained strength.
The blaze was a part of the Balrog. It was an entity that coexisted with him, like blood within a person. It was not meant to be used as a weapon, but through training and many years of research, Balrog had discovered ways beyond forging weapons to utilize his fire in war. Perhaps it was fate, then, that would dethrone the Balrog.
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Miraculous.
The flames engulfed his body as he felt his energy surge to greater heights. Raw power and strength coursed through veins, the rising dominance over his enemies intoxicating. His hands were trembling. The muscles in his large, masculine body were tightened around his bone as the adrenaline made everything clear.
His eyes held a glimmer and a confidence sadistic and cruel. The Balrog reached to his back, clenching his hand as the fire that encased his body dedicated a portion of the lively flame to a hilt, then a blade. He pulled his hand away from his body, the blade drawn from an endless sheath.
He twirled the blade, seizing the hilt again as he brought the weapon smashing to the ground. The earth cracked beneath the power of the blade as it dug into the crust, lighting the surrounding grass aflame. With the power of his will alone, the Balrog influenced the flames. Balrog spoke in silent, brutal sounding rhymes in his deep rumbling voice as the fire spread farther and farther. The flames crawled over his enemies, encasing them violently in the fire, which lashed out at the air with unrestrained strength.
The blaze was a part of the Balrog. It was an entity that coexisted with him, like blood within a person. It was not meant to be used as a weapon, but through training and many years of research, Balrog had discovered ways beyond forging weapons to utilize his fire in war. Perhaps it was fate, then, that would dethrone the Balrog.
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