Siren (3)
Everything the Court of Middlemist feared the people would say… flitted across the battlefront. Fenris cared too little about their sentiments, but he would never allow them to slander him. Not a unicorn? He had been a unicorn ever since he was born. This mutated pure form was never enough to make him say otherwise—it shouldn't be.
Even the siren was confused by what she saw. She knew the smell of a unicorn, yet she had never seen one who could manifest a skeleton like a nuckelavee. She murmured, "What's this?"
"A very powerful unicorn!" Another male voice came from above. Before the giantess could turn and find the owner, a glowing figure punched through the giantess's body. His claws were blazing white, while his wings reflected the bright light as if made of metal pieces.