Anubis looks over at Najaran, and then to where the Phoenix was being held. If only he still wore his armor, he could attempt to restrain not just the Phoenix, but even the Black Celtar themselves with his chains.
As he wonders, the field around the Phoenix disappears, but instead of the staff, a helmet floats down to him. He looks at it a moment, glancing back to Najaran, and then quickly puts it on. Armor appears on him and in hand he holds a sickle with a connecting chain and ball.
"Drop the wall!" He yells, charging toward her location as he swings the chain ball over his head. He needs more direct access to the Black Ceptar if this idea is to work.
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Date: 2019-01-17 09:12 am (UTC)As he wonders, the field around the Phoenix disappears, but instead of the staff, a helmet floats down to him. He looks at it a moment, glancing back to Najaran, and then quickly puts it on. Armor appears on him and in hand he holds a sickle with a connecting chain and ball.
"Drop the wall!" He yells, charging toward her location as he swings the chain ball over his head. He needs more direct access to the Black Ceptar if this idea is to work.