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10-29-2013, 10:18 PM
Kirchoff's first round of barking and snarling didn't quite register in Torleik's mind - he was mildly preoccupied with his skin being unzipped from his body by Ulrik's longer horn. The dual-horned demon's retaliation was short and violent, thrusting the bony swords that topped his head in the Engineer's direction in an attempt to cause a wound that was serious enough to end this battle. His top weapon missed but the lower one connected, punching a hole through Ulrik's skin and continuing into the crisp midday air. His opponent ducked and turned, disengaging himself from the impaling horn and Torleik heard his gasp, feeling some satisfaction in his ability to cause pain. Fighting was something he could always do, even when everything else fell apart, even when his home was razed to the ground and his family burnt to ashes. There was a cold comfort in that. The Engineer's sudden lashing out missed Torleik by mere centimeters and the rabicano stallion took this as a godsend. Unlike Ulrik, he did believe in divine intervention and sent a brief, grunted Appreciated, in the general direction of all the deities. Whoever was watching over him, be it the God of the Sun, the Earth, Time, or the Goddess of the Moon, they had his sincere praise. Torleik was spent, and he did not think that he could suffer another vicious attack from the black and bronze stallion. He no longer had the will to push through the pain and the exhaustion to lash out with intent to draw blood. The frigid water lapped at his ankles and he remained rooted to the spot. It felt so good, the cold. If he could just submerge himself in the lake, it would numb the pain, reduce the ache, dull his senses. This round of the hellhound's barking caused Torleik to snap out of his reverie, his gaze flicking over. A heavy pulse of dread made his body feel as though it was suddenly holding up a mountain. Kirchoff, don't be a fool... he silently pleaded, steeling himself as he saw the companion, barely older than a pup, coming running in his direction. What if he was forced to harm the hellhound? What if Kirchoff left him no choice? Would the pup forgive him for that? Could he forgive himself? The much more substantial Ulrik demanded the stallion's attention again as he lunged, teeth snapping in a feral attack. Torleik felt strange, like this battle was now taking place outside of his body. He did not remember thinking to do it or acting it out, but he felt like he watched himself draw his head back to avoid Ulrik's bite while simultaneously striking out with his healthy front leg, intending to simply smack the Engineer away. Whether his hoof connected with Ulrik’s chest, his leg, any part of his body, Torleik didn't really care. It was more a gesture intending to tell the mad stallion to cease their fight. Realizing perhaps mere physicality would not convey this, he summoned the energy to speak – noting that Kirchoff remained by Ulrik’s side and did not close in for an attack. His tired mind registered this and a feeble warmth spluttered and died in his chest, grateful for the pup’s neutrality. "It's...over, Ulrik..." Torleik said, his voice akin to gravel being crushed, his throat raw from sucking in the cold air. "Let it...be done..." [[(565 words) | (4/4) -Since the stats rolled Ulrik critical hitting himself, his attacks miss Torleik -Torleik's only retaliation is to strike out with his healthy front leg in an attempt to smack Ulrik and keep him away]] |
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