The beast plowed forward, curved horn sliding across Ashamin's side. He moved like a machine, physically in the fight, but his thoughts were sidetracked as he noticed something peculiar that tickled the bowels of his quiet mind. There was a tug in the back of his mind, as if a cord had been carefully tied to his thoughts, tethering him to something. Long-lashed eyelids fluttered as he focused on the feeling for a second. It was slow at first, but then fast, cascading upon him like Niagara Falls. Henrietta's worry filtered through this connection, making his own worry heighten. Was there a reason to worry? He was doubtful Ashamin would try something to kill him, but the thought was there, lingering in his mind like a brooding man in a quiet room, almost inconspicuous, but at the same time prominent. Thranduil had warned the hybrid, “I accept you, as you are, though others may not and they, youth, deserve your fear.” His words echoed through his mind, engraving themselves in every thought. The mere thought of being threatened, killed by a herdmate made him angry, volcanic, explosive. Did Ashamin know what can of worms he opened?
His horn does no further damage, unfortunately. Caleb slows, attempting to rotate counter-clockwise to once again face the painted boy he fights, but the pain that seers through his left thigh stops him mid-turn. The pain is throbbing, radiating from the spot through his whole body, all the brute's attention on the quickly-bruising area. The pain fuels him, reinvigorating him, pushing him to attack back. The instinct to fight back is strong, as it is written in Caleb's genetics to do so. Every once in a while he'll even mumble an inaudible, this is supposed to be friendly. The nagging feeling that maybe Ashamin wants Caleb gone nearly overdrives that, throwing Caleb into a man vs self conflict. Keep it friendly or rip Ashamin apart. There is a fine line between the two and Caleb finds it very blurred at the moment.
He moves forwards, Ashamin still (presumably) on his left as he does so. Large wings unravel from his sides and expand outwards before he lunges forwards, a couple of flaps and he's in the air, not high, but not on the ground. He reaches a whopping four feet off the ground and cruises at that altitude, not going any higher. He starts by circling to the left, counterclockwise. The end goal of this counterclockwise circle is to end up above, but behind Ashamin, a blind spot. Wings angle upwards to gain a few feet of altitude, ending up around ten feet in the air. When he believes he is the right angle from Ashamin, his wings snap shut and he quickly plunges downwards, hooves extended outwards in hope to land on Ashamin, to knock him down, to break his spine or a rib or any bone- to pierce his skin and draw forth crimson blood. If he halts and stops moving, Caleb may very well end up landing on his withers, or if he moves up, Caleb may end up on his croup (that is, if he is aimed properly at all). The fall from ten feet up is a high drop, but most likely not a big enough drop to do too large amounts of damage, plus, Caleb hopes the snow will pad his fall a little. As he begins dropping, the wind stings his eyes and he has to squint to see, his feathered tail following him like a kite on a string, wings tucked into his side tightly, braced, anticipating the throbs that will echo up his hollow bones once he hits the ground or Ashamin.
"blah blah blah."
ooc: 2/3 - 620 words - begins turning around, gets kicked, stops turning (perpendicular to ashamin, his face pointed at Caleb's left flank) caleb takes to the sky and dives at Ashamin from behind |
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[JUDGED] Man Up, Lose the Sidekick [ASHAMIN VERSUS CALEB SPAR]
