RPG speak usually winds up doing nothing but making their posts far more difficult to read.
The hellion's audits turned in the direction of the soon-to-be-made crime scene, and he ignited across the earth's facade. His projectiles pivoted, and his oculars turned, searching the landscape. Opening his maw he let loose a roar, then widened his paper thins to allow the essence on the wend waft inside. Suddenly he halted his skeleton, and flinging his tassels aside he rotated his harks once more, lowering his lids over his orbs as he listened, but to no avail.