Search results for Talon
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Shapes moved in the mist, lambent suggestions of clawed arms and gaping mouths. That damned dirge rang out over the water again, louder now and accompanied by the dolorous peals of a funeral bell. 
Caravan North
Rayla Heide
Ojan dove beneath his bunk, desperately kicking the insects as they clawed for him. He prised the round wooden figure from his pocket.
“Please, Rammus, I pray to you,” he whispered.
The Name of the Blade
Ian St. Martin
Down there, in those final, blood-soaked days before I left it all behind, they called me Talon.
Blood spreads out across the stones from her target, now her kill.
A Walk with the Voices
Michael Luo
Udyr brought his fists down in a flurry of explosive blows, creating a web of cracks running down the creature’s body. He clawed and slashed with abandon, tearing away at his foe. Howling in pure rage, he threw back his head and sank his fangs deep into the spirit’s neck.
Stormbringer
Anthony Reynolds & Rayla Heide
Hundreds of miles away, where the sun never rose, a spirit walker woke screaming, clawing at his face with hands twisted into immense talons.
Across the ice floes in a different direction, packs of rimefang wolves threw back their heads and howled, echoing the demi-god’s cry.
Whom Does the Desert Know?
L J Goulding
For now, I walk as Horok once walked, and I do this with his blade held out before—
The closest of you lunges. Horned shell and razor-sharp talons graze my side as I twist away, breath rasping through the pipes in my mask.
With Teeth
Graham McNeill
“Ma’kara’s favorite,” said Sai-Surtha, reaching out and running a clawed hand across his mount’s nearest head. The sauren grumbled and hissed, its three jaws opening wide.
The Thrill of the Chase
He held a heavy brass-cornered case in his metal-clawed hand; a crude thing Vi said he’d had done in one of Zaun’s ask-no-questions augmentation parlors when he was a foolish youth. 
For Demacia
Graham McNeill
Terror filled her mind—a nightmare of clawed hooks dragging her beneath the earth, of fetid mud filling her mouth and darkness smothering her light forever. 
Sisterhood of War Part II: The Unquiet Dead
Ian St. Martin
The beast wailed, lashing at her advance and raking the heavy pauldron on her left shoulder with its talons. She dipped her head behind the armor plating as a shower of sparks danced over her. 
Where Icathia Once Stood
Graham McNeill
I had seen pictures of ancient Icathian armies in the forbidden texts—brave warriors arrayed in serried ranks of gold and silver—and though we were a shadow of such forces, we were no less proud. Two thousand talon-riders were deployed on either flank, their scaled and feathered mounts snorting, and stamping clawed hooves with impatience.
The Shuttered Manse
Graham McNeill
The soulgorger reached for her with ghostly talons, but the door of its prison was already slamming shut. Its form stretched, twisting in the air as it was pulled back inside the hourglass, along with its enslaved host.
The Echoes Left Behind
Anthony Reynolds
Guilt at leaving Kalista behind clawed at him, but in that agony he had rejoiced, daring to believe he’d finally found release. Ruination Prologue
Anthony Reynolds
He clutched at her with the last of his strength, with hands that more closely resembled a vulture’s talons than anything belonging to a man. “Promise me,” he croaked, burning with
a desperate fire.
Dead of Winter
Graham McNeill
The chained True Ice fell from her numbed hand. Her fingers were black and clawed with frostbite.
The mammoth staggered, its mighty heart freezing in its chest, the blood in its veins turning to ice.
Hollowspun
Dana Luery Shaw
A group of Callers, reedy bipedal creatures with four prehensile jaw-talons, chirp softly to one another. Their shrieks can cut through the desert, alerting others to the presence of fresh prey. 
The Eye in the Abyss
Anthony Reynolds
It righted itself unsteadily, clawing at the ice with talons the length of daggers. A slashing tail unfurled behind it, and it lifted its head, all bony tusks and jutting spines, revealing a burning, purple-tinged light at its heart.
Bloodline
Graham McNeill
His reverse stroke drove the second into the dust, leaving him groaning in pain as Nasus set a clawed foot on the bottom step.
He climbed toward the summit where the sun gleamed on the beaten metal of the disc.
Twilight of the Gods
Graham McNeill
Much like us all, thought Ta’anari. He drew a clawed finger down the etched list of names and numbers, a meticulous record of tithes from the newly-established trading port of Kha’zhun in the north.
Silence for the Damned
Odin Austin Shafer
The remaining town guards desperately, helplessly clawed for an escape but they were met only with axes and death.
Near them, an Ursine butchered the remains of a shopkeeper.