Vlad took a deep breath. The air tasted bitter and toxic, but it was not harmful, on the contrary, it felt comfortable.
He opened his eyes, his fingers closing around the hilt of the sickle as he examined the weapon, not surprised seeing that Vel hadn't manifested as a reaper's scythe since it was to be expected with dual nature.
'The transformation and these chained sickles are a direct reflection of Vel's nature,' Vlad thought as he stretched his wings, feeling his connection with them and his innate understanding of how to use them easily.
'She is shy and timid, too hesitant to do anything, let alone strike directly. A full frontal assault is not her style.'
'So, of course, she would take a form that suits her. Use wings to keep her distance, sickles to strike from afar, to spread her poison without ever getting too close.' Vlad reasoned, his grip tightened around the curved sickle handles, the chains between them rattling as if agreeing with his thoughts.
