Ulrik felt his body collide with Torleik's after the stallion had shifted, and he pondered on the wisdom of his choices. The pain that shook already tense and screaming muscles along his back and neck cast a white, blinding light upon his vision, and his attack was done wildly - without the careful, mechanical precision of his normal behaviors. This pain transferred through the mental link connecting him and Kirchoff, and the hellhound snarled, lips curling back over large, white fangs as he cringed, starting in toward the water. Ulrik did not command him, but the engineer's mind was all that he knew. Kirchoff both feared and reveled in being released from the thoughts of the mad man, but now?
Perhaps the fear of loss had done something to his soul, but Kirchoff's affections for Ulrik grew enough to want to act. The hound barked viciously from the sidelines, trotting up and down the bank but unwilling to drown in the cold waters.
The sound of barking brought Ulrik back to the present, cutting a way for his mind through the pain. He felt the tip of his horn slice through Torleik's hip with the ease of unzipping a zipper. The tang of blood smell filled his nostrils, and he found himself parallel to the water with Torleik having turned to the higher ground. Ulrik cracked open his bronze eyes after taking a deep breath and backed through the cold, gimping on his bad leg.
One of Torleik's horns pierced the air right above his crest, but the other drive into the fleshy part just above his neck. Had he jumped forward instead of back, he may have been permanently crippled, and he praised his good wisdom, in this case. Ulrik did not believe in divine intervention, otherwise, he would have been thanking a god. The engineer ducked his head and lowered his neck, turning on his haunches with his forehand going more into the water. With the swiftness of his turn and the duck, Torleik's horn slid out of the bleeding puncture hole, and he gasped in pain. Then, he continued his spin until he had done a full 180 degree turn, hindquarters now, hopefully, facing Torleik.
Without much warning, Ulrik flashed up his back hooves, kicking out behind him to ward off any attack, but if he managed to hit the devil-stallion, well... Ulrik wouldn't complain. Kirchoff barked and run to where Ulrik was now pulling his body from the water as fast as he could manage with a limp, turning to flash his teeth at Torleik who had already assumed a position of higher ground. The engineer lurched forward despite the ache, trying to clamp his teeth on any part of Torleik he could reach as his leonine tail flashed around his hind legs.
Kirchoff came around to meet Ulrik, but still did not attack. He would not. Ulrik seemed to be holding his own, and... well... this black and silver stranger was his friend, right?
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- Took a horn to the crest of his neck and spun around
- Kicked out at Torleik
- Tried to bite Torleik
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[JUDGED] A Machine for Pigs [Ulrik]
