Dragoncrest Cliffs —i can't help but pull the earth around me,

The stormcloud swung wild teeth towards the earthen man, pointedly failing and crashing down. He rolled, arching his back to kick up at him, should the man fall upon Rakk's broken body. But his pale gaze swung to Aure -- that stark angel that had invigorated his mind's sickness and drove him to this.
He felt she was responsible for his downfall, for making him drop his guard, for making him want so badly that he had to try and take.
He hated her, yet loved her. And all he wanted to do was kill her.

He rolled away from Natjuk after a slip second decision and forced his body up, up and forward. Leering towards Aure. Towards the pale angel that, to him, had a black soul.
But never as black as his own.
"You," he uttered "Aure."
Those may be his last ever words.