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07-24-2013, 10:59 PM
Individually, we are one drop Together, we are the ocean. - Ryunosuke Satoro Instead of feeling his horn catch and scrape on bone to dislodge it from its fastenings, his horn cut through it like it would softer flesh. Paladin's brows furrowed, but he took this discovery as a positive. Without a solid skeleton, this... thing was all squishy. And all squishy could be, well... squished. The place where the skull used to be began to glow turn all sorts of strange colors, which was confusing as he did not even know what he was seeing. Suddenly, the monster leapt toward him and Paladin ducked his nose to protect his neck. The stallion lowered his neck, and hopefully the creature would impale itself on his horn. Still, he wasted no time and backed a few steps while twisting his black and white face too and fro, slashing his weapon into the hair. However, the beast still managed to scraped the top of his head, leaving a blooding gash across his nose before getting lodged in scar tissue that ran down the left side of his face. Together, he and Psyche stomp the monster's back, and in awe, he watched as a spirit bowed to his sister and emerged from the puddle before disappearing into the air. A small star tangled itself in her mane, and he could not help but smile. She had saved a soul. Did it feel good, sister? It should. The very reason why he changed his ways was the feeling he got in his soul when he did something that was inherently right. But they were not done. That was but one of many trapped inside this disgusting mess, and Paladin knew that they should try and save all of them. "I think it traps spirits," he said, putting some distance between it and himself so that he could regroup of Psyche's side. "You should do what you did again and put your weight onto its spine. The bone is soft and mobile and will yield to your strength." Paladin nodded his head in its direction indicating that they should move. The blood stung down his nose, getting into his nostrils and masking any useful scent. The stallion gathered his strength in powerful muscles and pushed his body toward the thing, rearing onto his hind legs before letting his forehand come crashing down, hopefully on the monster's back.  |
