Every muscle fibre was stretched to maximum extension as momentum propelled the movements of the grey stag as he silently prayed to the battle gods above. For once in his miserable life let something work out as he planned, please just let his daggers make the wench pay for her cheap shot at him. Vibration reverberated though his joints as the satisfying sound of hoof upon flesh completely made his day; well at least for the time being. Twisting his legs once more so that they would impact the earth at the correct angle he followed through to complete the circuit. As his hooves hit sand his gaze whipped up in the hopes of seeing what damage he had caused the winged creature while in the back of his mind the devil chanted for it to be a broken limb of some sort.

“So she has a voice after all.” He commented smugly as he bit back the displeasure of the results he had procured. “Damn the mare was still airborne and seemed no worse for wear other than maybe a minor sprain!” Harks laid back against his skull the grey snapped his jaws due to all the pent up frustration of not only this battle but many other areas in his life.“Failure!” Narrowing his silver gaze in an attempt to refocus he watched the tie dye lift herself only higher out of his reach knowing damn well he could do nothing to stop her. Unable to stand still with the blood pounding within his ears he circled impatiently waiting for the mare to make up her mind as to what she was doing. “Females gods how they were so indecisive! “

“Running away so soon?” Chuckling softly he turned to words to try and get the mare back down to where he could reach her. No sooner had he called out did she finally decide to oblige to his request ever so kindly. As the multi-coloured mare dove towards him using gravity to her advantage he continued to circle hoping to make her attempts to hit him that much harder. Weighing his choices of attack against what few options the Pegasus was giving him an idea began forming within the hazy smog. It could potentially work but it had the potential to backfire. Whatever he was planning on doing needed to come together fast though as with each millisecond their distance drastically decreased making time until detonation that much shorter.

Forcing the diameter of his circles wider he tried to determine how he could walk out of this with minimal injuries while inflicting a greater impact to the femme. Gravity might just work to both of their favors… Slowing his pace until he stood motionless beneath the speeding bullet he braced himself letting his mind concentrate solely on his plan.

Tucking his head only enough to shield his spear from direct impact as the mare finally entered his vision he sprung sideways hoping to avoid her hit. Despite his efforts a squeal rang from his throat as her hooves sliced down across the fleshy portion of his injured shoulder igniting crippling pain the spread like wildfire through what remained of his torn muscle and burnt flesh. Barely remaining on his feet after impact he somehow reacted more on instinct than conscious effort to attempt to return the painful blow. While he was unsure of how she would fair upon landing he knew this was his last chance to retaliate, his shoulder was toast (burnt toast to be more accurate) and could not handle another blow. To be honest he was not even sure it would hold his weight but regardless he was no giving up, he had nothing but his life to lose.

Twisting his neck around with ivory teeth bared, and his spear sharp as ever he used the surge of adrenaline to power his last response before the pain contorted his efforts any further leaving him immobile. Rocking his weight backwards he aimed to catch the mare in the moment when she could not help but be blindsided. Transferring the load from his injured shoulder to the other that still functioned he threw his weight up into a rear flailing his front daggers dangerously not really caring what he hit in the process.

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Summary: Ciceron is trying to throw his weight up into Bellona to take her down while using his teeth, hooves and horn as weapons to stab/bite/kick at anything he can get a hold of.

Attack: 3/3
Defense: 0/1


Ciceron talks
Ciceron thinks
Kiara speaks