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02-10-2015, 09:02 AM
Ears pin to the back of her head and her eyes widen at the scream. The storm had finally passed but someone was clearly searching to cause a physical storm. Well...she had never been one to back away from a challenge. In fact it had been a while since she'd faced impossible odds and fought to survive. That was were she found the true privilege of being mortal; the battle against the cold grasping hands of death. Having faced her King in the past it was not like the doe did not know what situation she was about to face. The voice had been powerful, it clearly belonged to a brute - a force to be reckoned with. Someone lethal, vicious, murderous and undefeated. None of this mattered to the lithe spy.
She would not back down.
Moving through the soaked ground with ease she quickly came upon the stallion. Her assumptions had been correct, he was the moral form of a battle god. No matter. This was not just a battle she had to win against him, this would become a mental fight with herself. Replacing thoughts of 'I can't' with 'I will'. This beast towered over her, he overpowered her but she doubted that he outwitted her. Her eyes flickered over to the mutt that walked beside her master. 'mianach sí' Wynter happily claimed the mutt as her victim. Smirking the doe spared a second to study the ground where the fight would undoubtedly take place upon. The ground is a mix between dirt and sand, with the occasional light covering of grasses. She ready knew from the large thunderstorm that just finished up, the ground would be slick and dangerous. There is one massive pine tree in the area and several boulders of varying sizes. She would attempt to use these to her advantage, ducking weaving and swerving. Often in history the mountain was crushed by a pebble, today she would test these stories and see just how she measured up. Today there would be no room for any fear, there would be no fleeing today.
Arah gave absolutely no warning, simply one moment she was studying him from a distance and the next she was charging, murder within her eyes. A powerful launch enters Arah into the battle, her haunches bunching before springing open to catapult her into full flight at the brute. Mud, sand and gods only know what else flicks up behind her as she charges, her stride is confident, she does not slip. The plan was to get in and get out while Wynter distracts and (hopefully) damages the shaggy dog. Her attention needed to be focused on the brute at all times, otherwise he would obliterate her.
The distance between them is closed within a few short moments. Arah wishes to begin her attack face to face, confidence in her stride, determination in her gaze...even though she barely reaches a noticeable height against him. Not slowing as she gets closer; instead the fae princess continues in her charge, using the momentum to get in the best attack she possibly can. Aiming directly for his chest, the doe bends her neck and dips her head, pointing her deadly barbed antlers directly at his chest. The brute's height makes his chest an easier target than usual, also it is a more comfortable charge. Normally she has to dip her head and obscure her sight, this time she is able to keep a decent view of her victim. Yet she knows that moving so close is a risky move, his height means he now has a choosing of her spine, head and ribs. Some of the - obviously - most delicate and important parts of her. Still, the fae princess hopes she will be too quick for him to retaliate in time, in and out before he even glimpses the colour of her eyes. Her pale hooves hardly slip upon the wetness of the muddy ground, the mare is hopeful in her attack.
Orbs attempt to remain on the brute. 'You will not scare us.'
With a screech that screams for the blood of her target, Wynter enters the fight. Through the bond Arah can tell her companion is resolute in her mission, she will distract the mutt from her mistress. Summing the magic her bonded had been gifted with, Wynter calls upon her draining clutch as she plunges in. In full attack, the creature swoops in from behind the dog, pools of darkness around her talons which are poised, ready to grab flesh that makes up the mutt's scruffy neck and drain her dry. The pair want to take the mutt out of the battle early and then gang up on the brute and defeat him together.
Lethal, unforgiving and a perfect team.
[[Translation : mianach sí - She mine.]]
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[[Attack : Arah charges directly at Archibald, aiming her antlers at his chest in an attempt to pierce or scrape. Wynter swoops Loretta aiming to sink her talon's into Loretta's neck while using her ability draining clutch.
» Draining Clutch: pools of darkness surround the talons and beak, allowing a strong grip on an opponent to drain their strength and energy, and even their magic. The longer the grip, the more is taken and for longer amounts.]]
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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