Re: A Wolf In A China Shop?
Ragnar growled as ice encased his arm once more, his suits autosences warning him of a temperature drop that he ignored. That this man was a psycher was obvious but he called ice and snow like the Stormborn of the Wolves. And there was no obvious taint to him, this was no cultist, they were as warped in flesh as they were in soul. Ragnar stopped growling as Bobby spoke, absorbing the words, learning as he listened. Ancient teaching machines of the Aett had driven knowledge into his mind and every word Bobby said triggered more of that implanted knowledge.
But when Bobby said 'Earth' and the year he physically recoiled, his lupine eyes wide. "Terra?" He breathed, looking outside once more before looking back at Bobby.
"I will hold my sword arm in check Stormborn, if you hold powers in check. " Ragnar's booted feet found purchase and he started to push himself up, the solid floor and even harder ice though were problematic but a few swift punches with his free left hand smashed and cracked enough ice to allow him to stand up.
Still keeping his eyes on Bobby, Ragnar sheathed his sword on its magnetic scabbard on his back. Now upright Bobby would be able to see his grey armoured form fully. The thick curved plates were not a plain grey but the grey of a looming thunder or snow storm, the surfaces of the breastplate engraved with intricate runic scroll work, as if it was tattooed. The edges of the armour also supported more designs, stylized wolves, men and armoured figures but these were marked out in what appeared to be gold. One shoulderguard was a bright yellow, emblazoned with the outline of a jet black wolf's head engraved on it. His backpack which housed the macro-fusion reactor's vents were formed into stylised wolf's heads similar to the one on his shoulder guard and huge teeth hung like pendants over his chestplate.