Sometimes Murdock wondered how many times he would have to march into battle alongside allies fighting for whatever just cause was chosen. He did not tire of war, he had been trained for it after all, but the naïve part of his mind couldn’t help but wonder how many conflicts could arise between the factions of his homeland. He hoped, as he walked alongside the other warriors of the Edge, that this quarrel would end with little bloodshed, that it would not go on for many phases of the moon as so many others had.
There was something peacefully familiar about the silence in the air and the foreboding shadows that followed them as they marched away from the retreating sun, heading southbound across hills and fields until they reached the edge of the lands he had once called home. All that remained of this place in his heart were the memories he had made upon the lush green lands. Friendships had been forged and other ties had been severed, but he no longer felt any attachment to the meadows nor the forests and streams. He was confident with his new herdmates at his side as they stood waiting at the threshold of the Fall’s territory, waiting for the signal to rush headlong into the fire.
Archibald burst forth from the head of their assembly, racing across the grassy field that lay between them and the opposition. Others followed in his wake, darting toward their chosen targets and launching themselves into the fray of battle and chaos. Murdock hesitated for only a moment, his gaze scanning the sun-washed field and the soldiers that fought at its center. This place had once been home to him. This was not the first time he had marched to these green and fertile lands waving the flag of war. However, it was different now. The Foothills were now the Falls and the family he had had here was no longer present. He would find no familiar faces in the enemy’s ranks, nor any mercy, and so he would give them none in return.
Spreading his wings, he broke away from his position at the right wing, charging toward the sounds of battle until his speed permitted him to lift from the soft earth. He rose up into the sunlit sky, no higher than the treetops, gliding down toward his allies and the defendants of the Falls. A stocky, soot-stained stallion was his chosen target, mainly because of his lack of agility and the absence of wings upon his back. He would likely be stronger than Murdock, but chances were he would be no swifter.
The Protector settled into the tall grass several feet from the shorter unicorn, keeping his momentum up as he approached ROSTISLAV’S right side. A slender unicorn mare was on the other side of the stallion, slicing at him with her jagged horn and hopefully distracting the brute from Murdock’s approach. He darted toward ROSTISLAV’S right shoulder, digging his front hooves into the soft earth as he reached out with teeth bared in an attempt to bite the tender flesh by the unicorn’s elbow at the lower part of his ribs. Then, before the twisted black horns had a chance to swing in his direction, Murdock was dashing away again, acquiring some space to set himself up for his next move.
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Approaches from right wing with KAJ
Charges toward ROSTISLAV, reaches out to bite the flesh by his right elbow at his lower rib cage.
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[O] Blood Colored Sky [INVASION ATTACK OPENING]
