| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
Slowly, distant shadowed shapes began to move into the field from the trees, curious and angry eyes staring out of the darkness at the band that massed at their borders. Herd members and outcasts alike began to group in the tall grasses, raised voices ringing out across the field as insults were exchanged. He pitied them, as he would be equally unhappy if his own home were to be torn away from him; however, his training had taught him not to let compassion cloud his judgment and he turned a blind eye to his emotions. He needed to stay focused and alert, for this battle would decide the fate of The Grey.
This would be his first time fighting against a ground-force, and he planned to use his wings to his advantage. Overhead, the clear pale sky was filling with colour, the red sun of dawn spilling bloody light across their backs as they faced the enemy. No leader emerged from their midst to face them, and the Foothill’s forces would likely be lost and disorganized without their commander. The Grey waited in silence as the four warriors of the Throat flew in, lead by Kri as they settled into the trees to await the start of the battle. A cool breeze swept through the grass, symbolizing the calm before the storm that was about to break loose.
Sharp war-cries rang through the thin air, suddenly announcing the beginning of battle as the two forces charged toward each other. Murdock wasted no time in taking to the skies, rising up above the noise and chaos to a safe vantage point. The air was light and cool, a gentle breeze skimming across his feathers as he soared toward the east. Adrenaline pumped through his blood as he neared the mass of the Foothill’s warriors, dropping lower toward them to seek out a suitable adversary. Emerald eyes scanned the mass of bodies below, struggling to distinguish friend from foe. This was not a simple spar, and survival was of the utmost importance; gaining the upper-hand was critical and he wasn’t about to let himself forget that.
He wanted to choose a target quickly, so he could strike while those on the ground were still lost in the fog of war. His gaze came to rest on a finely built Unicorn stallion, and he dropped lower to get a better look at the chestnut. He had the advantage of flight and size over LOCKET, but the deadly black horn that rose up from his forehead was not something Murdock wanted to get in the way of. His heart-beat quickened as he banked to the left, turning sharply through the air and lining himself up with the Unicorn’s left side.
Folding his wings against his sides, he allowed his body to plunge down toward the Unicorn, air hissing through his ears as he dropped rapidly toward the earth. The thrill of danger surged through his body, driving him forward as he aimed his chest for LOCKET’S left shoulder. If he was successful, the momentum of his dive combined with his weight would likely knock his opponent off balance, throwing him to the ground. Teeth were bared at the last second as the moment of potential impact approached, aiming a bite for the crest of the stallion’s neck. Regardless of the outcome of his attack, silver hooves reached for the grassy earth as he passed the chestnut, coming to rest on the ground once more to face his enemy.
(Summary: Attacking LOCKET. Murdock dives toward Locket, aiming to strike him in the left shoulder with his chest and knock him off balance. Aims a bite for his crest as well, before coming to rest on the ground.)
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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Invasion Round One :: Cluster Three
