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With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
Make me, old man, perhaps surprisingly, though not for any who truly knew Gaucho, the dun acknowledged this statement, likely meant as a jeer, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His wings were still splayed elegantly and aggressively from his flanks, but his handsome skull dipped lower, his bone-pierced muzzle moving towards his chest slightly.
I accept, that movement clearly said, and when his gaze rose Gaucho's eyes were no longer those of a Sultan escorting some rat from his borders, but of a warrior engaged in combat.
Rikyn moved forward with Gaucho easily matching his pace.
The Wildfire's wings flattened against his flanks lest they be skewered haphazardly by the unicorn's horn. His intent was a maneuver used often against those inexperienced enough to think that galloping next to him was in any way a clever tactic. He was adorned with antlers, a spiked collar, a snake in the tangles of his forelock, and the bulk and muscle of a veteran fighter. Gaucho would throw his entire weight into the boy, knocking him askew. Perhaps if Mara was quick she could even get a bite in on the thick crest of his neck where his blood ran hot and straight to his heart. Perhaps his spikes would even cut through that garish looking piece of armor he wore.
Yes. That's what he would do - and as Gaucho's long strides helped to eat up the distance between the two, he could see very clearly that the boy was merely being reckless. He was making a mistake. Somewhere in the distance he thought he could hear Aelin calling to him - shouting across the water perhaps, but he ignored this. Even if this stallion was a friend of his daughter's, it did not make up for the assault against the Dragon's Throat.
Rikyn's head had just passed Gaucho's shoulder, and the large dun bayed his time until more of him became parallel. Just as his weight thrust right towards Rikyn's flank, he felt...
-cold-?
No..it wasn't cold.
Static? Like Ampere? But no, not that either. It was sort of... a white fuzz in Gaucho's brain. Though it was soundless and without form. Without comprehension, the dun felt himself stumbling to the right quite hard. His legs - his entire body it seemed - was suddenly unresponsive. It wasn't numb - he could still feel the chill in the air against his extremities - but it was as if they were no longer connected to his mind in the right way. And without any sort of connection, they were merely bags of bone and muscle, teetering towards the ground.
Gaucho wanted to grunt, but even his lips ignored his command. Luckily (perhaps) his gaze was pointing ahead, so at least he could see what was about to happen. The dun watched as the ground rose to meet him, as his front legs buckled uselessly without command from his brain and his knees skid against the hard rocky outcropping of the Heart. Blood bloomed brightly from large open wounds that now lined his forelegs, as well as a few on his hind legs, from where rocks and gravel had been kicked up and thrown against his body. He might have toppled over then, but with something like cold relief, Gaucho sensed that his body was somehow under his control once again. Sluggishly, as if the connection need to reform, his wings splayed from his flanks to aid with balance, and, as his command increased, he rose off of his bent forelegs and stood.
That why he come so close, Gaucho thought. Well, if proximity is what the boy needed, the Wildfire had more than enough tricks to keep him away.
Gaucho turned, hiding the wince that wanted to creep onto his features from the garish and obliterating pain that reverberated through his knees. Was bone showing? The crisp air stung so deep into his body that he thought perhaps some might have been. But he wouldn't allow himself to glance down. No, his eyes sought only Rikyn.
Fire blossomed from Gaucho's antlers, quickly composing into two massive shapes roughly looking like bears. The fire creatures roared silently and advanced towards Rikyn. They aimed to corral him as best they could, and, once Gaucho judged they were within range, they lunged towards each of the unicorn's shoulders. He hoped to not only ignite the front half of the boy, but possibly to heat his bronze armor enough that it would burn him as well.
Vorsa accompanied the fire-bears. She did not attack, but she looked like she was going to, in an effort to draw the unicorn's gaze up towards her rather than focusing on the bears.
WC: 784
Attack: 2/4
Summary: Runs at Rikyn meaning to body slam into him. However Rikyn's magic grabs him first and Gaucho's legs stop working. He crashed to the ground skinning off skin from his forelegs and revealing some bone there as well. Minimal damage to his hinglegs too.
Turns around and uses FIRE BEARS ATTACK.
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