| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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The thought of being alone on the battlefield, vulnerable to the enemy as they outnumbered you and your allies fell around you, was bound to destroy morale. Murdock wondered how LOCKET felt, one of the last men standing on the side of the Foothills as the members of the Grey closed in around him. The battle was coming to a close and the fighting had begun to die down around them; only time would tell what the fate of the chestnut warrior would be. Now was neither the time nor the place to ponder such things, however, and he returned his attention to the Arab stallion in front of him.
Murdock’s fore-hooves connected firmly with LOCKET’S slender chest, the force of his weight knocking the wind out of the Arab and sending him staggering a few paces back. Pleased with the success of his counter-attack, he backed away as Ophelia rushed into the scene, spinning on his hind legs as he circled the small chestnut. As the white mare kept his adversary occupied, Murdock launched himself into the air with the intent of striking LOCKET in the center of his spine. However, the light-footed warrior was able to dance out of harm’s way at the last second.
Silver hooves plunged down through empty air onto the wet grass, heels digging into the soft soil as he skidded a foot or so away from his opponent. LOCKET reared back on his hind legs as Murdock lashed out at the chestnut’s right knee, his rear hoof meeting nothing but air as he struck out. Frustrated, the Pegasus cantered a few paces away from the chestnut and turned so he stood facing him, legs splayed slightly as his chest heaved with each deep breath. Cool air filled his lungs as he inhaled, powering his tiring muscles and fuelling his weary body.
Murdock braced himself as LOCKET turned back around toward him, his injuries clearly catching up with him as he broke into a slow and choppy canter. Somehow, he felt a twisted sort of pity for the chestnut, but he didn’t have time to harbor such feelings of sympathy. He jerked out of the way at the last second as the Arab approached him on his left side, finely carved head reached toward his shoulder. However, the warrior was too quick for him and he felt LOCKET’S teeth pinch the flesh below his left wing joint. He recoiled from the sharp pain with a gasp as his flesh was torn, a thin trickle of blood blossoming beneath the cut to trail down the muscle of his shoulder.
Backing away from the chestnut, Murdock grit his teeth against the sting of the wound. He struggled to keep his left wing as steady as he could, reducing the tension in his muscle to relieve some of the pain. Glazed eyes followed the slender Arab as he turned toward Ophelia, stomping the earth with his hoof once more to produce a miniature earthquake. He wondered if it would be much harder for one to stay upright without wings to aid your balance, but he turned his head back toward his leader as her clear voice rang out across the field.
His gaze rested upon Ophelia as she called out to both sides alike, and though his mind was still geared for war he found the patience to stand still and listen. He turned his head away toward the shadowed forms of the mountains as her voice died away, weary eyes tracing the sharp outlines of the distant peaks. Would this place become their new home? Dawn was well behind them now, and a golden sun beat down upon his sweat-dampened coat. A dull ache resided in his elbow where the chestnut’s cloven hoof had struck him, but apart from minor wounds Murdock had managed to remain relatively un-harmed. This battle had been different from his last, and regardless of whether or not The Grey won or lost, he had not fallen to the enemy and Murdock could satisfactorily tell himself that that was a victory.
(Summary: Murdock takes Locket's bite on his left shoulder, and his flesh is torn slightly. He backs away as Locket turns toward Ophelia, and listens to his leader speak.)
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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Invasion Round Four :: Closing Defense
