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A dark sinister laughter broke the silence as the Laurelin charged up the rise on one side of the clearing. Legs pound as they rise up the earth, emboldened by this long awaited call to act after wasting away in the fetters of the crown. Their strength had been grown under the heavy chains of the past meant not to guard or build a home, but to destroy it. Breaking the faithful Haruspex, being nothing more to him than a faithful dog, was the dark desire of Thranduil’s pride. It was a pathetic attempt made only so that he could say that the Laurelin was still strong enough to break from the Basin and to prove this collar about his neck would not be his own noose. It was the manifestation of a foolish pride, twisted into a growing madness, and voiced in that sick laugh. Haldir, angered by both Thranduil and Ashamin glares from within the cave, unmoved to act.
The gold slows, and turns round to face the Haruspex charging into sight. Eyes glint hard with a cold flame. On that rock floor of the cave Ashamin had stolen the hot flames of rage from him, but the freezing hatred and pain of chains remained. It was a deadly gift to give the gold, for now rage no longer clouded his mind. Of course it was not the only blow the priest had already given. Thranduil’s heart, heaving with the effort to charge up the hillside with his armor, was already half spent. The weight of the metal on his back he could not bear long through the strains of battle, even with his familiarity to it. And yet, for this short coming, and the faster pace of the painted one charging forward, Thranduil smirked, for his mind reminded him that Ashamin was still shorter. It was not a decider of the fight to any other judge but Thranduil’s pride.
Thranduil watches the other charge, deciding his own attack. Yet then the pounding of his heart hesitates. His muscles still, ready to tumble down into stupor. This feeling he recognizes with a flash of anger. He would not be made a fool twice. This lesson he would serve viciously to Ashamin. A purple stone on his collar awakens, swirling with a black force, then sealing, and the golden’s heartbeat gains independence again. The Laurelin does not reveal his hand though. Instead his eyes calm, and body stills. So the threads of the lie were woven, but under the cloth lay the thief and his dagger.
The unoriginality of the Ashamin’s course aided Thranduil, for the gold had made that move before to open a brawl. So he waited till the cretin’s flesh came close then he threw away the mask and sprung. His horns and collar (and the spikes within ready to sing out on contact) were shoved right, where Ashamin should be, if the timing was correct. Yet the golden’s blood drawn first.
The mask of the bear, unseen, nearly hit full its mark. The upper incisors ranks against the metal armor, but the lower teeth sink into flesh. So strong was the bite force that the metal bent under the pressure, and sinew split like butter. The golden sings out in pain yet his own attack does not relent for he would hear the Haruspex’s song of pain now harmonize with his own in revenge.
The spin of his attack, in unstoppable motion wrenches Thranduil from the jaws, worsening the pain and damage. For a moment he does not follow through, the spin becoming mindless as it brings him parallel with the Haurspex again so they faced the same direction, gasping in the pain. It was only the drip of hot blood on his skin that wakens him. Damn that runt! How Ashamin managed to grab so tight a bite the gold could not grasp, but through persistence in pain the gold would prove his greater strength.
Now for the second half of Ashamin’s lesson. The black stone awakens again and releases its captor, shattering. The foolish heart of the priest would now hopefully know the feeling of its own manipulation and be dragged down from the heights. Yet so dark and burning was the golden’s will it awoke and brought forth an unknown gift: new magic. He could feel it stir awaken within him. It was a shock, but Thranduil did not hesitate to put his force behind this new found blade. Now the smoke from the golden’s cold burning flames should blind the Haruspex fully, though his concentration began to slip in the rising pain from his neck. Let the insults of the golden’s ring in that doomed soul’s ears again, for this dog should now be blind and weak.
WORD:: 796/800
ATK:: 1/3
Injuries:: (( prior to battle: a scrapped front knee//a aching chest)) A two inch gash, deep and wide just above his collar, that has curved up into his flesh, like a flap // Bent armor (from the top jaw) nearly cut, bruising the flesh underneath
NOTE:: THRANDUIL USES A MOON AMULET
Summary:: Thranduil uses a MOON AMULET to capture Ashamin's magic, but feigns it works, then leaps right, aiming his horns and collar to strike. Ashamin grabs him just above the collar, but he is already spinning out perpendicular then parallel again. He then releases the MOON AMULET just used, and finds and uses his new blinding magic.
Also note, this is a two week timeline.
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Armed and Free [ASHAMIN v. THRANDUIL]
