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12-24-2016, 05:42 PM
[quote='Tembovu' pid='193367' dateline='1480166273']
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@Roskuld
OMG PANIC POSTED i forgot about this D:
kiss this
His hoof connected more solidly than he had intended—the King slightly winced as he felt the clatter of the hilt against her teeth through his leg. He knew, from experience, that hilts against teeth were painful, indeed. But then he shook it off, chuckling slightly, “Cursing about it won’t help your grip,” was his amused, lighthearted rebuke. Though he was not left long in his joking approbation as the Sparklight’s next moves were blindingly (electrically) quick.
An impulse of energy hit the Elephant King straight in the chest, knocking him backward a few hard steps as his skin crackled with heat where the electricity hit him. His heart stuttered once, twice—the great organ reset by her powerfully electrical charge. His great knees wobbled as the black hide of his chest immediately sloughed, his tough hide no match for electricity. Navy eyes glaze over, brain crying for oxygenated blood as he swayed on his great hooves.
LUB-DUB.
The powerful, reset of his heart was painful, and he grunted stale air out of his lungs as his starved nerve endings were awash with new, hot blood. Instinct took over (or, newly learned instinct) and an elephant beast of magma exploded from his already burnt chest. A deep groan ripped from him, the pain and regret pounding against his chest and skull.
“Makende! Move!” He cursed aloud, his deep voice cracking in pain as he voiced his mother tongue followed by a command of Roskuld to move out of the way of his charging angry beast. “Do not let it touch you!” The Elephant groaned, wishing against reason that he could control the magma-beast once it left his chest. Alas, he could not, and the furious creation charged forward, blinding searching for a victim to explode upon. Its dripping tusks sizzled against the ground as it furiously raised its miniature trunk. Mbwene trumped in alarm, moving from her snuggle with Chico in order to be prepared to run.
“We test your ability with the sword!” this time, his vocal rebuke lacked any humor and a dangerous glint had entered his dark gaze. He had not wanted any magic to enter this spar—and now they both were in danger from his popping, silently trumpeting magma magic.
His movements were sluggish as pounding pain pulsed from the weeping flesh of his chest. He had never experienced an electrical wound before—and they hurt.
Makende = Ballzzzz
A: 3/3
D: 0/1
WC: 403
Damage Tracker: Flesh wound across bottom of chest; electrical burn wound on chest/temporary heart arrhythmia
Summary: Ros's electricty hits him in chest, hurts him, and he instinctively sends out a magma elephant D:
An impulse of energy hit the Elephant King straight in the chest, knocking him backward a few hard steps as his skin crackled with heat where the electricity hit him. His heart stuttered once, twice—the great organ reset by her powerfully electrical charge. His great knees wobbled as the black hide of his chest immediately sloughed, his tough hide no match for electricity. Navy eyes glaze over, brain crying for oxygenated blood as he swayed on his great hooves.
LUB-DUB.
The powerful, reset of his heart was painful, and he grunted stale air out of his lungs as his starved nerve endings were awash with new, hot blood. Instinct took over (or, newly learned instinct) and an elephant beast of magma exploded from his already burnt chest. A deep groan ripped from him, the pain and regret pounding against his chest and skull.
“Makende! Move!” He cursed aloud, his deep voice cracking in pain as he voiced his mother tongue followed by a command of Roskuld to move out of the way of his charging angry beast. “Do not let it touch you!” The Elephant groaned, wishing against reason that he could control the magma-beast once it left his chest. Alas, he could not, and the furious creation charged forward, blinding searching for a victim to explode upon. Its dripping tusks sizzled against the ground as it furiously raised its miniature trunk. Mbwene trumped in alarm, moving from her snuggle with Chico in order to be prepared to run.
“We test your ability with the sword!” this time, his vocal rebuke lacked any humor and a dangerous glint had entered his dark gaze. He had not wanted any magic to enter this spar—and now they both were in danger from his popping, silently trumpeting magma magic.
His movements were sluggish as pounding pain pulsed from the weeping flesh of his chest. He had never experienced an electrical wound before—and they hurt.
Makende = Ballzzzz
A: 3/3
D: 0/1
WC: 403
Damage Tracker: Flesh wound across bottom of chest; electrical burn wound on chest/temporary heart arrhythmia
Summary: Ros's electricty hits him in chest, hurts him, and he instinctively sends out a magma elephant D:
@Roskuld
OMG PANIC POSTED i forgot about this D:
Please tag Tembovu.
