Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180220143037/@comment-17114085-20180409131956

Orkey flew through the air. His left wrist was bruised where she grabbed him, but he could still move his hand if he ignored the pain.

He looked over his shoulder. "I know you full well, Bouros. To think the Harbinger once called you a comrade." he muttered.

Orkey was stronger than any mortal as he was an Atmoran God. However, he was weaker than the physically enhanced Half-Gods like: Bouros, children of Stuhn, etc; his set of skills weren't strength based. As such he wasn't strong enough to break out of Bouros' bear hug, but he didn't need to rely on strenght he was, after all, the Fox God.

Orkey shrunk, slipping out of Bouros' grasp as he transformed into a white fox and fell down to the ground. In this form he was quite nimble and quick so he jumped away from the immortal Half-God before Bouros could react. "I am the Trickster God, defeating me will not be so easy." the fox stated. ''Fighting an immortal man won't be easy. But if I am able to use Black Winter on him I may drain his stamina enough to where he can no longer fight.''

However, Orkey could feel that this avatar would soon expire. He had managed to drain a few years from Sgai, but he was rapidly burning through this body's lifespan by using his godly powers.