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Pure, utter pandemonium. The elephant was not used to fighting in such a way… ever. He was a man of well trained armies, planned strategies, and collected battle decisions. This was… just not that. It was how those they had conquered fought: disorganized, emotional, and treacherous. He shot a disproving look to the Time God- they needed more direction, more leadership. This god was quickly losing the patronage of the elephant, “Fat good lot you are,” he mutters to the god. You were just as likely to fall on an ally’s attack than fall to the bear. Or those who sided with it. That brought a wave of disbelief to the stallion. Helovians who fought against their countrymen, and for a clearly diseased and power-hungry god. Were they mad? A glance at Öde confirmed this assumption. Though he looked to the skies at Ispoia, and found her logically attacking and protecting this monster, ”Stupid.” He made careful note of these turncoats. He understood fighting against an unjust power- better than most- but their actions on this battlefield were indefensible in his eyes. His attack had merely grazed the skin of the bear, “Damn,” a thin line of blood welling where his thick horn scraped away flesh. He spun to the side, to regain perspective and re-attack. Though a gaping wound in the god’s belly, from Mauja’s spikes, opened a floodgate of acidic blue blood onto the elephant’s haunches and flank. “Arrhh,” a deep, great bellow of pain and surprise burst from his barrel. He swung back around to face the battle, seeing that the haunches of the bear were rather crowded with attackers. There were attacks from above and attacks at the front. Then he saw the horror of a great pegasus fall, his wing severely mangled. A delicate butterfly attempted to pull him to safety- he could see the bone escaping the skin, “Hell, man.” He was torn- to help the fallen man or attack the bear? He opted for the middle road- move the bear. In a massive movement, the elephant coiled his immense power and mass- then unleashed it in a colossal leap. His horn was lowered, chin tucked once more to protect his throat. He hurled through the air, aiming for the soft flesh just at the end of the ribcage. He hoped to skewer the bear, piercing its stomach or intestines- wounds he knew mere mortals could not survive (he was unsure of gods). Or, at the very least, he hoped his immense size, velocity, and power would knock the bear over, or away from the fallen and gravely injured Kaj. |
- table by Niki -
Summary: He turns and steps away for a moment. Sees Kaj, wants to help. Leaps and hurls his weight and horn just behind the bear’s ribcage to try to either impale him, knock him to the ground, or just away from Kaj.
ooc| I mentioned so many characters, but he didn’t really interact with anyone xD
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