ARM YOURSELF
Because no one else here will save you and I will replace you
Finally.
Rafe wanted to crack a smile, but his expression was as stony and unyielding as ever. The Grey was doing something worthwhile, something to keep him in their ranks a little longer. The blood bay stallion was not one to sit idly; he was a killer, and killers needed to be employed in order not to become murderers. Whether he was a contract killer, mercenary, assassin or secret agent, he did not much care. His loyalty was to death, and she took care of him very well.
The gray harbinger of death, Deimos, had alerted him to something nefarious when he had arrived to discuss their contract of exchanged warriors. So, he had stayed and marched along with them, hanging back only a little while so that he could alert Phaedra as they moved like a silent, unseen shadow in the darkness of the world.
Still, the only light was the moon, but that was enough. The four crowned worshiper of nothing but his own skills and death approached, solid black hooves depressing the ground beneath his tone and lithe weight. Rafe stood on the more slender side of bulky. He was a build that excelled in jumping and precision, and his topline and well developed muscle groups spoke of his abilities.
Cold, blue eyes gazed at his opponent, a bulkier being, but shorter. Rafe frowned. Getting his horns up under him would be more difficult, but no matter. He would have to see how fast this black enemy could actually move. His type, with the cold-blooded features could be surprisingly quick if they were not monstrously built, but even then, he was not quite as slender. A shadow blotted out the moon and he lifted his head sharply, seeing the outline of a little, dark colored dragon.
Such a bond with a wild creature was unnatural, as was magic. Rafe would never sully himself with such disturbing augmentations. He would stand with only his strength or weakness to give him victory or failure. Rafe moved between the trees, his gait picking up into a strong trot as he used the commotion around him to try and mask his movements.
Boldly, he lunged forward, swinging his four-horned head upward, bringing his nose from between his knees all the way up to brush the low hanging tree branches. Hopefully at least the longest horn would slide up the left side of Destrier's barrel. Rafe quickly moved to the side, sending his body behind a tree in an attempt to block any counter attack before coming around to face his enemy directly.
[Word count (431) (1/4) - Attacks from Destrier's left side and swings his head up to try and slice his middle in half. Rafe is perpendicular to Destrier at this point. He jumps behind a tree and then comes around to face Destrier]
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[O] Downfall of Decimation [Invasion Defense]
