Their fusion stands somewhat taller than a quartz soldier, with a slimly powerful build like her Carnelian half and four arms. Her hair frames her face in in a billowing cloud of deep red. Raised lines and whorls, like the humans might carve in a stone like their namesake, decorate the exposed skin of her upper set of arms.
"I don't hold back."
Cinnabar touches a hand to her throat gem and pulls. A stream of metal, semi-liquid and glistening, follows her hand and, as it reaches its end, solidifies into the shape of Carnelian's sword. She draws out a spear in the same fashion, and as she holds them together, they shift and mold into a new form.
These details okay, Skie?
Their fusion stands somewhat taller than a quartz soldier, with a slimly powerful build like her Carnelian half and four arms. Her hair frames her face in in a billowing cloud of deep red. Raised lines and whorls, like the humans might carve in a stone like their namesake, decorate the exposed skin of her upper set of arms.
"I don't hold back."
Cinnabar touches a hand to her throat gem and pulls. A stream of metal, semi-liquid and glistening, follows her hand and, as it reaches its end, solidifies into the shape of Carnelian's sword. She draws out a spear in the same fashion, and as she holds them together, they shift and mold into a new form.