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09-14-2012, 08:11 PM
A quiver ran through his body as he felt the brief resistance of her flesh, and then the sweet release as his horn cut into her. Crimson went nicely with black and blue.
Hooves skimmed over red dirt; a sea of dust as he paused to realign himself with the troll. She was facing him now though, a different look in her eye. He grinned in response, preferring this cold intent over the coward as she lowered her blade to him. It was much worthier to face one like this - but he would kill her no matter her resolve. His own horn lowered and he surged into a galloping charge, intending to play a game of chicken with her. Would she stand her ground, or flinch at the last moment and let him run his weapon into her ribs? He certainly didn't care if her steel punctured his chest. He'd die if he must, it would be easier then, honorable then. One. His hoof clipping the earth. It flicked back in his cloven hooves like shrapnel. Two. His neck shuddering as the impact of the stride ran up the length of his form. Three. A deep breath in, so he could let it out right before goring. It was always best to exhale with strikes. Four. Kri assaulting him from above, intercepting them just before striking. Her teeth latched onto his wing and toppled him sideways like a tossed foal. His eyes grew big, completely unawares of the bird from above. Hooves slapped each other as legs bowed and his shoulder rolled into the ground. The rest of him soon followed, skidding to a messy halt in which he snapped back to his feet, unwilling to be downed. Red dust coated him like a bloody pepper. He could feel the grit between his teeth. It made him spit, a growl shaking from his chest. "WHY ATTACK?" he blurted out at Kri not long after her voice scathed the wind. Caught somewhere between reality and dream now Jaydan stalked over to her and Ophelia, all sense of murder gone from him though. "The troll!" He flailed his wings wildly, exasperated with them both for interrupting.  |
