Biru

He swung his head, for he needed to shake these thoughts. Princess would not ruin his chances at winning. He had one victory under his belt, and he needed another for bragging rights. For what is a warrior without his conquests? He is nothing.

The horn slid along the Giants rib cage, its sharp point cutting oh so gently into flesh. It did not spill the Giants innards, so the pained bellow would have to do as the replacement. This Giant was trained, that was for sure. He was gifted with not only a magical ability, but also a companion. It is not bad to mention either that he was huge. Sure Biru had draft blood, but this man… he was enormous. The Gods not doubt had him in his favor, but even the Gods were wrong sometimes.

However, the Giant had not yet fallen. He moved forward then, and Biru knew the worst was coming. He sidestepped as carefully as he could, stepping in the holes that the thick vines had created. The last thing he wanted to do was fall into the snares of one of those things. Moving sideways however, was as awkward as it got. Biru hadn’t trained his “ballerina” skills in a while. Anything involving sidestepping, hopping or feinting was rusty. So when the Giants hooves flung outwards, they connected with the right side of his barrel. The wind rushed from his lungs, and Annabelle ran to the opposite side of Biru, taking to hiding in the bushes there.

His breaths were burning, but he wasn’t about to stick around. Biru knew he had one advantage, Biru had to be at least slightly faster and more agile. Goliath however, held the title for the hardest hitter. So Biru burst forward, his breaths still clamoring to catch up with his bloods demand for oxygen. His knee screamed in protest, but he didn’t slow. Without his knowledge, Biru had saved himself from a lot more pain. Annabelle on the other hand, had different problems.

The fluffy dog had spotted her hiding among the foliage, and was running after her. Annabelle, not waiting a moment, took off running deeper into the forest. Vines tugged at her knees, but her agile deer body was meant for flight. She was natural prey, so her innate ability was to run. Biru could feel her heartbeat; the way it thudded made him scream with fear. It pierced the thick jungle air, with a new sound. It grated harshly against the cracking, creaking and quaking of the jungle.

Then, the oddest feeling took him over. His fears became even bigger… it was hard to explain. He seemed to reach the maturity level of Annabelle, and they both were harshly crying now. Neither of them could stop as Annabelle ran, and Biru stood in one spot. He felt like his bones were literally rock. They held his tiny body in place, and the child screeched. He needed to keep the bad man from attacking him! From nowhere, a large, scary cat jumped from the trees. It landed on the big mans butt, and it was doing a lot of damage. That red stuff that hurts was running down his body.

From behind himself, the child heard a low, guttural growl. From the thickened foliage, two yellow eyes were tracking him. The child bleated, and suddenly realized that he needed to get out of there… now!

Biru picked up his feet then, no longer afraid of the battle. His legs however, still felt glued in place. The effort to pick them up was so great that he began to visibly sweat. From behind, the jaguar hissed, and launched itself at Biru. Like Archibald, the cat landed squarely on his rump. Using as much effort as Biru could muster he kicked out and the cat slid off his back with a screech. On the two sides of his rump, cuts ran in parallel lines. They bled… a lot. Annabelle, who was still screeching and running into the night, fell to her knees underneath heavy brush, attempting to hide from the dog. She wept horridly, the tears staining her fawn pelt. Biru groaned, and wanted to give up, but he couldn’t!

The heavy feeling left his body, but not without its side effects. Biru felt utterly exhausted, but he wasn’t done. Hoping to catch Archibald while he was stunned with the cat, Biru rushed forward. He angled his horn downward and went in for the kill. Biru wanted his horn to slide into the soft flesh of the Giants chest. He wanted his blood to water the ground for days. With a groan, he pushed at the very last second to try and muster extra force. He would coerce the odds into his favor.


[2/2 :: 797 Words :: Vs. Archibald]
[Biru is trying to pierce Archibalds chest. Wonderful fight Time!! :D Also, since a lot was going on with magic, and me not wanting to kill Biru, if you need clarification, just ask!]

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