The Saurian opened his mouth and dragged his caws across his razor sharp teeth. "My abilities lie in how I use my weapons. This body of mine is all I need. Not spears, not bows, not axes. I need not stone, bone, or any of your steel." His nails and fangs had a glow to them. His body was channeling the magic of his spirit throughout it. With a slash through the air Arael got a glimpse at his power. It was bone shattering, thankfully he did not strike anything or it would have splintered apart. "You can think of my arms as monsters and my mouth as a saw. I Jezuwak do not lack in magic, it is merely physical. imprinted across my body, I am but an avatar of power."
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