Giddy-up jingle horsssssssse Mara once again hissed in Gaucho's mind, although this time there was no humour in her mental-voice. Something about the way her bonded felt after the Reaper's last attack, left her terrified. Never before had she ever felt Gaucho's mind sway and ebb away the way it had when the magic struck - and it wasn't a sensation she wanted him to experience anytime soon. Urging him forward, and away from the blinking light that was now like an eerie marker in the upturned earth, Mara tried to probe into Gaucho's mind, to see what lingering effects there were of the magic. While she found that there was a definite source of pain where the Reaper had sliced his muscular shoulder, she couldn't quite put to words the sensation that she felt in his mind. Knowing now how Gaucho must often feel when he couldn't describe something, Mara simply silently inquired if he was alright.
Fine. Was his response, but he didn't sound fine. He sounded frightened. For a creature like Gaucho who was more braun than brain, it was a truly frightening proposition to know that there were certain things in the world that his strength simply could not overcome. Deimos' death magic seemed to be one of those things. In a rather philosophical sense, Gaucho had just learned a very important lesson: He could not fight death. However as he jingled forward, he felt the feeling - whatever it was - slip away. Whatever sensation supervened on the extreme fatigue of his muscle, was lessening its hold. That in itself was a strange sensation, for now as Gaucho moved forward with more speed, he had the uncanny feeling that the limb which had been struck, was not his own. It had been years since the dun felt out of shape, and it certainly should have taken more than this graveyard tussle to cause his muscles to feel so exhausted. Yet as he struck up a canter - his bells singing out merrily - his back right leg felt at extreme odds with the rest of his well-trained physique.
ssssssssssssh Mara hissed, as his jingling became louder. With a muffled grunt, Gaucho folded his dark wings against his flanks, hoping to dull the sound of the bells as he moved through the dark night, and up one of the hills. His gait slowed as he began to pick his way through the tombstones which now protruded from the earth more regularly. Half-turning amidst the markers, Gaucho caught sight of the fog swirling to allow some unseen shape to also ascend the hill. Quickly the sight of a red cape and horns appeared through the veil, serving as an unpleasant reminder of the magic he just encountered. Gaucho spread his wings, no longer concerned with the sound of his bells as he faced his nearing attacker, and prepared to take to the skies; to fight this bull from a privileged position. However from the ground came a hand, possessing of a grip much stronger than he would have thought possible, effectively grounding his flight. With a snarl his mind turned inward, calculating alternative tactics.
Rearing unsteadily, Gaucho tried to kick the top of a crumbling cross towards the Reaper's hooves, to try and divert his path. The tombstone marker, did crumble and fall, though not with the ease that Gaucho had expected, and the warrior felt pain radiate up through his right front leg. Wings already outspread, the beast made a calculated decision to avoid letting the Reaper's horn come into contact with his core by sacrificing his wing. Jutting his left wing forward and out to try and force Deimos' head away from his flank he simultaneously tried to lunge forward - as far as his un-dead tether would allow - to try and grate his spiked collar against the Reaper's cape and side. Suddenly pain flared in his wing, as he felt Deimos' horn pierce the thin skin of his left wing, under his primary and secondary coverts. Dark primary and secondary feathers covered with blood, littered the ground, as Gaucho roared in pain. Unhindered by this sudden blooming of pain, or the zombie below, Mara's long white body streaked forwards, aiming for the left side of Deimos' thigh, or croup. Venom dripped from her hungry fangs, as she aimed to infect the dark unicorn with her own primitive death-magic.
Knowing that the bull-headed creature would likely make another pass, Gaucho bucked - straining forward on forelimbs that were now both sore, to rid himself of his un-dead leash. With a dry breaking sound, the hand holding onto Gaucho's hind leg snapped off, yet remained firmly closed around his pastern.
[WC: 789.
Attack: 3/3
Gaucho moves up to the top of a hill, as Deimos' magic wears off, but still leaves his leg feeling fatigued. He sees the mist swirl around the Reaper as he approaches, and Gaucho tries to take flight. A zombie hand emerged from a grave and firmly fixes him to the ground. Gaucho rears and kicks at the top of a gravemarker to try and fling it at Deimos' hooves to divert him. He opens his wing to try and knock Deimos' head aside to avoid having his horn hit his barrel, and the horn pierces his wing. Gaucho tries to cut Deimos with his spiked collar as he passes, while Mara lunges to try and bite at Deimos' thigh/back]
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The blast of war blows in our ears [Graveyard Champ]
