When in Doubt, Stand and Fight [Invasion Defense]

[OPEN] When in Doubt, Stand and Fight [Invasion Defense]

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

08-23-2013, 10:29 AM

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The meeting of keratin and flesh registered only as a faint, fleeting sense of satisfaction, soon erased by a growing fatigue that numbed the senses. The breath of the gray stallion was turning strained, ragged and uneven from lack of stamina the long winter had caused. His legs burned, from within and without now, lactic acid eating away at the parts that the searing flames of his own magic hadn't been able to reach.

Almost sluggishly the grulla felt the shifting of the giants weight as he kicked out with a rear hoof towards Lace's own legs. It was a simple enough move to avoid normally, but with reflexes dulled and tiredness setting in he cut the corners way too short as he lifted the left leg up, out of reach. The massive feathered leg still made contact, the hoof clipping into the glazier's own with a clatter of hard materials that echoed through the mist and sent a jarring pain up through the burn damaged limb. He squealed in irritation and discomfort as he tried to blind the opponent, frustrated to find his effort thwarted by a lowering of the others head; sensing the danger he reared as Archibald swung his rump away, trying to clip the other in the head with a leg either on the way up or down. He felt the shoulder smack into his chest, bruising muscles and tossing him out of balance, forcing him to the right and down towards the ground...

Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, a ruckus of growls, yips and draconian screaming erupted through the glade along with a searing, stabbing pain that rushed into his mind. Without even looking the silver-maned steed knew that Fajira had been caught, the fragile bones in her left wing trapped between ivory daggers. Sensitive membrane coursed through with blood vessels was tearing in her struggle to free herself, she attacked the mongrel with teeth and claws, slapping the dog with her barbed tail to return every last bit of pain Loretta was causing her.

Without hesitating, without even thinking twice about it Lace lunged even further to the right and away from the Dauntless, all pain and ache forgotten as he thundered around and off towards the fighting companions. With ears flattened against the poll and teeth bared in a vicious grimace he charged the hairy beast with the head held low, ivories snapping towards the skin of the back of the animal. He wanted to lift her up, shake her like a rag and cause pain until she let Fajira go. He didn't have half the consideration Archibald had offered him, all he knew was that his most beloved friend was in serious danger and he was going to punish the one who caused it. Massive hooves stomped at where the dog should be, aiming for the tail, the spine, any part of the animal that would end the torrent of pain and rage and fear that completely enveloped their minds - horse and dragon alike.

WC: 508
PC: 3/4
M&C: 0/2, 1/1