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11-12-2013, 10:08 PM
I am someone to hate To Dalibor, the talking was mere noise. The blue pegasus, while quite worthy of being mounted for a few moments of pleasure, seemed to have nothing but a foolish mind and a smart mouth. If he had more time, and less audience, he'd put that smart mouth to better use. The idiot, substance-abusing spikehead claimed horses were meant to be on the ground. Dalibor snorted, leveling a disdainful glare at the brute. "Only for those who are lesser," he grunted. The one named Africa, whose lack of a wing still greatly irritated him on a fundamental level, agreed with his assessment of Ampere's foolish behavior. The smaller male had a good idea that the young, blue mare was quite intelligent, but quite unprepared to face every harsh truth of reality - including introspection. That goddamn spikehead opened his mouth again and Dalibor gritted his teeth. "I never said the gods gave two shits about any of us. I never said it was the gods who controlled destiny, either." Fucking imbecile. His irritation with Oxy was quickly replaced with amusement at Ampere's easy-to-rouse demeanor. She became irate, as Dalibor expected she would. So easy it's pathetic. However, her anger seemed to still for a moment and get sucked inward, like the calm just before a horrific explosion. He narrowed his eyes and spread his feet wide, expecting whatever came next. It really didn't help him when the blue mare with the mountable ass finally did lose her shit. Suddenly, electricity was everywhere and the plants around them were fried to crisps, the stones on the ground hurtling into the air and all of the blue, sparking energy coming together in a vaguely bird-like shape. Dalibor watched in utter confusion as Ampere launched herself, screeching like a psychotic bitch, at Africa. She was screaming something about Africa taking a life, taking a soul - what the hell? Normally the warrior was not one to interfere in others' spats, but this was fucking ridiculous. Lunging forward, Dalibor closed the distance between himself, Africa and Ampere within a few strides, the muscles beneath his skin tensing and jerking, driving the his pistons into the dirt with great strength. This was not a calculated attack, nor was its intent to be precise; Dalibor chose to keep running, his plan to slam into Ampere and simply bowl her over. If the women wanted to fight, so be it, but he'd be damned if he'd let a crazy bitch attack without provocation. There was no honor in that. But since when had he possessed honor? Dalibor shoved that thought aside as he prepared for the impact with the blue, sparking body in front of him. This was going to hurt. [[OOC: Listening to Godsmack's "I Fucking Hate You" really seemed to capture Ampere's anger for me in this post. Thought you should know, Blu :P]]  |
