11-15-2005, 09:21 AM
A slightly shakey, but still well formed hand protruded from the folds of the cloak, giving the traditional thumbs up to indicate that it was ready for whatever was to be thrown at them. Secretly it wished that the battle could be avoided outright, though it knew that such a thing wasn't possible. How did the saying go? Freedom is never given? If these people were going to be free....if the cloak was going to help free these people....it would have to fight. Or at least assist the others in battle. It could shunts foes here and there about the battlefield...confusing them. or better yet, absorb them into it's dark dimension where it could feed on thier life force.
That was provided of course, that thier enemies were the type that could be affected by such actions. A being like Hogun didn't seem the sort that would go quietly into the enternal night of the darkness, nor did he appear to be the kind that would become disoriented on a field of battle even if he were being bounced around. But alas, the cloak could only do the best it possibly could and hope that when the dust settled and the field was clear, that the side it had chosen to fight for had emerged victorious.
That was provided of course, that thier enemies were the type that could be affected by such actions. A being like Hogun didn't seem the sort that would go quietly into the enternal night of the darkness, nor did he appear to be the kind that would become disoriented on a field of battle even if he were being bounced around. But alas, the cloak could only do the best it possibly could and hope that when the dust settled and the field was clear, that the side it had chosen to fight for had emerged victorious.