Your boggart is nothing but distracting as her fright (at nearly getting bitten by the little griffin, of course) permeates your head. She flits away from the grasping beak, returning to her natural, nearly-invisible form. Her feelings, tender from months of spending time with you, are instantly hurt. She’s never been upset like this before. Insults from you, the intoxicated beast, are normal par for the course, but she’s never found someone who has rejected her brilliant advances before. Pouting, she decides to respond in the only manner she knows how, the only manner that you have shown her… violence. With the magic she has recently discovered and cultivated, the little boggart lifts the nearest stony rock, about the size of a quarter, and tosses it towards the griffin. The throw is not hard enough to cause real damage, but perhaps a bruise if it hits.

The distraction is massively unfortunate, however. Just while that idiocy is occurring, which of course you don’t approve of anyways, the now-high fool in front of you lunges forward. Tossing your head skyward in surprise, you do your best to lunge to the side in evasion of his attack- the reasons behind which are entirely foreign to you, of course. Unfortunately, between your massively high state and the snow and the distraction of your companion, you’re left a little slow on the takeoff.

His attack, though stumbling, catches you on your left hip. Despite your heft, his is enough to send you stumbling away a few steps, frowning all the while and grunting your severe disapproval. “Hey!” you bellow unceremoniously, having to physically stop yourself from assaulting him in return. You’ll just count it as fair return for your companion’s attack on his, as your hip begins to throb with mild pulsations. “Not much of a general to take a man by surprise, are you?” But then you start laughing again, this time at yourself, because it’s exactly the kind of thing you’d do. “Find me sometime, we’ll train,” you offer to him as you begin to stumble away from his home and strange mechanized contraption.

Before you get too far away, you realize that you never did bother to give him your name. “Oxy. Falls.” And then you pick up a trot, because you still never did figure out what exactly got you here in the first place.


OOC| Oxy out, I'm trying to downsize thread number since school started :( But spar soon <3

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