Ulrik felt a strange sensation take over his body as his hooves lashed out behind him. A tingling more like the sting of a thousand bees bubbled from his back and down his back legs, seizing the muscles tightly. His body was determined to get him not to move. The internal workings of over stretching muscles and a pinched vertebral nerve compounded to cause this painful prickling, and then the very sensation of his hooves seemed to disappear. As the leaden, cloven hooves landed, he felt as if he was stepping on some sort of invisible club attached to his hips, and he stumbled.
The stallion furrowed his brows and hissed through the pain, dragging his back legs out of the water in a strange crouch until the feeling once again returned. Blood dribbled from the puncture wound in his neck, and he felt heat rising like steam from the blackness of his oily coat, but he could not let the young upstart win, not so quickly. He would support Deimos unto the end, at least... as long as he kept his ideals on the pure and righteous track. Ulrik's loyalty was whole and complete as long as your alignment was with the unicorn blood, and he was certainly not afraid to share his opinions.
He tried to keep a position as dominant in his battle, flashing his teeth out to attempt to catch Torleik in the water, but he had grossly overestimated his body's compliance with his brain's decisions. The muscles in his neck refused to release, tearing as he forced against the clenching of fibers. The engineer groaned loudly and quickly backed away, narrowly avoiding Torleik's hoof flailing in his direction. Breathing heavily, the bronze-eyed monster flashed his leonine tail behind him, wet, thick tendrils of hair curling over the bone like that of a thoroughly irritated cat.
Compared to his body's total ache, the stinging cuts along his underbelly seemed almost like a soft prelude to the chorus of the aching knee and the opera of muscular soprano. He looked to Kirchoff who whimpered once and came to stand at his side, and the engineer was touched somewhere in the battle beaten soul. Ulrik turned his gaze back to Torleik when he spoke and nodded only once, instantly regretting that decision. In fact, if he could just not move for a few days, that would be great...
"I know you," the mad engineer said finally, his voice deep and thick with pain. But, the words were true. Ulrik did know this stallion, from a past so deep that it was almost a dream. Would Torleik remember?
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[JUDGED] A Machine for Pigs [Ulrik]
