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11-26-2013, 05:17 PM
I am someone to hate Dalibor grunted when he slammed into Ampere, the collision of their bodies not motivated by lust, as he would have preferred. He knocked her off her course, which was the only intent he had. Success. In the back of his mind, he realized Africa was doing some sort of mystical sorcery as well, fading in and out of his vision, moving way too fast - but he couldn't focus on that right now: the spikehead was approaching and Dalibor was ready for anything. Much to his surprise, Oxy seemed to attempt attacking Ampere as well, though he mis-timed his notably valiant effort (for a drug-addled moron) and wholly missed the tight-assed blue pegasus mare. Eyeing said blue mare warily while she languished against a tree, the warrior relaxed a tiny fraction as he watched her magic fizzle and fade out, the bitch seeming to get a hold of herself. Crazy fucking woman. Ampere flung out an accusation that confused Dalibor even more than before. What in the hell was this mare going on about, 'the guilty'? "Guilty of what?" he demanded, tired of this bullshit now. "You attacked someone else with no provocation. Are you psychotic?" A warrior did not engage in such out-of-control behavior. A warrior followed a code - even if that code was a little...murky at best. However, one thing a warrior did not do was attack a crippled, unsuspecting opponent. Perhaps this mare needed more than just a good fucking to put her in her place - she now seemed to need a good beating, too. "Why would you attack a herdmate?" Dalibor grunted at Ampere, having no inkling that the two female pegasi were not, in fact, herdmates. The concept of being an outcast had not yet been introduced to him.  |
