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04-11-2015, 07:02 PM
 Once more into the fray
Jaws clamped together with an audible tap of disappointment by the lack of substance between them, as the dark mare’s rump shied away from Talion’s range, leaving but a spur of dust behind her fleeing hooves. The escapade; though unsuccessful of causing any damage, bought him enough time as he came to a slightly uncomfortable halt by the doing of his growing bruise on his buttock. He stole a glance to his left to plan for an escape route, but it did not take him more than mere seconds to understand that an attempt would be futile. The constant dance of clashing bodies made a fluid wall; one gap closing to make room for another further down the line. The chances of being caught in the crossfire were more than an expectation. Then day soaked into midnight, before a shattering sound thrust Talion into battle once more. He jerked in a tremor of surprise as a searing pain planted itself in his upper neck, his position twisted to the left and up. His neck twitched with an inciting ache as if something was stuck in the flesh. However, the sight of movement towards the stallion left him no time to wallow. The bitch had come back for more, this time with reinforcements. Ears slick against his neck, Talion was ready to charge at the peculiar duo, but suddenly movement was not an option to choose. He squirmed and squiggled, fear rising in his chest with every step the mare took towards him, lance pointed at his chest as if to impale him upon her horn. He was trapped, entombed. If Talion had never had a near death experience before, he was surely having one now. His blood froze solid in his veins, with the exception of a trickle of warmth making its way down the fur of his neck. He was going to die, he was going to die for this, for them. People he did not even know, who had given him nothing, but a nice tomb and a valiant death. He shoved and heaved, pushed and lunged at the invisible barriers of his enclosed grave; too proud to plead for the continuance of his life, too scared to hand it over to the grasp of death. “No, no, NO, NO, NO!” With a final outburst worth all the air in his lungs, the barriers seemed to lessen in strength. He heaved his weight onto his hindquarters in a half-rear, which brought the front of his body to the left to avoid her fatal impalement. It was not enough. Her horn caught the flesh of Talion’s left flank, piercing his skin all the way to the upper part of his buttock. The pain was excruciating, describable with only sound. A brutal roar escaped the low quarters of his throat, through the mask of pain printed on his features. A flailing kick was thrown out from his hind legs in such a force that one would half expect that the rest of his body would follow. At best, her legs would be at the receiving end. With clenched teeth he spun around after the dark cunt, which tore at the asymmetrical wound, releasing a trickle of blood where it had pierced through all layers of skin, exposing the flesh beneath. His mind screamed for him to give in, begged that the pain was not worth his pride. Though deep beneath the layers of pain and agonizing discomfort, past the cowardice and beyond the diminishing courage, he found a small reserve of anger. There he dug his trenches. He flew after her, mouth open, in a fitful rage. This time he wanted to taste her flesh and there would be no escape. OOC notes
Word count: 621/800 Attack: 1/3 - The spark amulet twined into his mane shatters and splinters get caught in his upper neck as it sends Ktulu's magic back at her: :: [Magic: DarkxWind (U)| able to stop the lungs from their oxygen exchange, causing choking and eventual unconsciousness with prolonged or repetitive use] :: [Restrictions | Causes quick strangling in a fighting opponent, as their body is readily using the oxygen. Cannot actually strangle an opponent and would rarely cause unconsciousness, but makes an opponent begin to lose their eyesight and dulls other senses. Frequently immobilizes opponent and negates an attack or dodge attempt] - Eytan's terrorize ability sets in which gives Talion the illusion that he's trapped in an enclosed space, nearly unable to move as Ktulu and Eytan charge towards him. - He manages to put himself into a left-bent half-rear with his upper body when the terrorize ability stops, so that her horn gives him a asymmetrical wound from his flank to his upper buttock. The wound varies in depth. - He flail kicks after her before wheeling around and sets after Ktulu to bite her. |
