A call answers your own and you jerk your head wildly to find it. Where? You look left. You look right. You see nothing. Until you do. The spotted stallion materializes before you, having moved around some willow branches that were blocking your vision. Or maybe it's all the locoweed that's making it so hard to see. It's a little confusing right now, trying to determine the difference between the two. Still, you watch him, his horn dipping down. Defense? Aggression? You almost laugh out loud. He has a sword- built for long distances- but you? You have daggers, close quarters weapons, and you're not afraid to use them when you need to. For show, you bob your head a few times, hoping they will glint in the sunlight. No big deal. They're probably really intimidating with all that drool running out of your mouth.

As you continue to trot about, brilliantly wasting energy while the spotted stud stands and watches you, you try to formulate some sort of plan. Any plan, really, would be ideal. Unfortunately, wading through your mind is like wading through a bog of molasses. Everything is slow and a little hazy- you're definitely not doing yourself any favors at this point and the battle hasn't even started yet. But you couldn't help yourself. After so many weeks locked away in a cave with no drugs to see anywhere, you went a little overboard. Okay. You went a lot overboard.

It's the tug of your bag (which you unfortunately forgot to take off) at your shoulder that finally gives you an idea. A distraction. You've used the idea before once or twice, throwing the thing into somebody's face, but it seems unlikely that non-nonchalantly taking the man bag off of your body at this point will really work. Besides, it's holding way too many locoweed vines to just be tossed about willy-nilly. In the end, it's your companion that finally has a good idea. Which, for the record, is entirely annoying, since she seems intent on getting you to like her at every opportunity. Just for good measure, you remind her that she's worthless before accepting the (very hazy) mental image that she has sent you.

Immediately, you set yourself to a course, trying to aim your path towards the spotted stud's right shoulder, approaching at an angle from the front. At the same time, your invisible wisp of a boggart travels to the gray's left side, using her innate ability to become whatever it is that haunts a horse's nightmares. Or your nightmares. You're definitely not left out of her tricks and hijinks.

Without any ado, she becomes a perfect copy of Ciceron's egg. Of course, you have no idea what she's doing and your ears quickly fall back on your head. Great. An egg. Absolutely terrifying. You're definitely not impressed, but you're a little too invested to turn back now so you just turn your head away in disgust. Besides, it takes all the concentration you have just to stay upright. Clearly you can't spar with anybody if you're laying laterally in the snow. However, since you're so preoccupied, you miss the conjured image of the egg cracking in two, a yellow yolk spilling out onto the clean white snow, the object very clearly damaged beyond all repair. But known or not, it is probably your only hope.

You spur your body into a faster trot, more than a little afraid of what will happen if you try to canter in your current state, and you thrust your right shoulder and chest forward. If the gray hasn't moved, you'll hopefully hit him pretty solidly on the rib cage, maybe knock him off balance or cause some bruising. But these things have a way of never working out the way they should. As for your companion- she's a quick worker. Your drug habit and annoyance didn't let her image last more than a few seconds. She only hopes those seconds were enough. It's a shame your such an asshole. She actually likes you... somehow.


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Comments| I'm not going to comment on the quality of your post at this point, since it won't be judged or taken into consideration during the judging. What I did want to note right now is that the font on your table is really small. In responding to you it's not so bad, because I just copy and paste it into word and enlarge the font. The judges will want to read the posts directly from this thread, however, so you'll definitely be doing them a favor to increase the font size!
Good luck!