Ashamin
Satisfaction rang through the haruspex like a bell. It should have been a warning sign, but the success of his attack was enough to knock out logic. Bite down, his body said, get closer. You can win this. You're a warrior at heart. So he was distracted. The fact that the Laurelin didn't fall to the ground in a writhing mess should have tipped Ashamin off, but it didn't. Self-consciousness crept up on Ashamin; he second-guessed himself rather than Thranduil. Why consider that the lord was faking the injury when the possibility of his own failure, his own inability to control this new power, was an option? Maybe he wasn't a warrior, maybe he couldn't win this. It was true that Ashamin was more confident than usual--more confident especially with his teeth crunching metal like puddy--but old habits died hard. Then again, so did new rage. Blood filled his mouth as the metal bent, and he couldn't tell if it was Thranduil's or his own. He felt a small scrape of the Laurelin's armor along his tongue, enough to cause him to pull back sharply at the twinge of pain. After that, everything happened so quickly that Ashamin couldn't keep track of it. He slowed, ceasing his charge forth and bending his head down as he spat out blood. By chance (what the painted buck would later pass off as skill) the new stance put his already shorter form below the worst of Thranduil's attack. Ashamin felt the air sing above him and kept low; no need to lift himself up and put himself in harm's way. Slowly, no longer hastened by the momentum of his forward motion, the haruspex backed away from where the Laurelin's faint shadow was cast on the ground. The outline was fuzzy and obscured by mist, but clear enough for Ashamin to stay away from the deadly horns of the opponent. The stag heard what came before he saw it, but he recognized it all; an amulet of the laurelin's had shattered, just like the one Ashamin had used against the mysterious earthen mare. So that was why the fallen lord hadn't hurt more from the magic. Ashamin hadn't missed, the power had simply been stolen out from under him. He let out a wild and furious neigh, dodging to his right like a bull shaking the matador from its horns. No, Ashamin thought with swift decision. This would not be how he would fall. His tail lashed behind him, his hooves stomped on the permafrost, and after aiming to pull himself right and away from the shards of amulet, he tried to draw backwards to increase the distance between himself and Thranduil. What a vile, cheat of a move. Had Thranduil really thought Ashamin would let himself be grounded by his own magic? The only thing was, the focus it took to dodge the magic coming from the amulet left the haruspex vulnerable. As Ashamin backed away, a darker magic followed him. Smoke filled his eyes with a sudden sting. He could not shut his eyes fast enough, could not pull his face away in time. Suddenly the whole world around him went dark and his eyes burned. Some part of the haruspex knew it wouldn't last, but every move the laurelin made him insane with anger. The smoke blinding him made him cough, as if it affected all his senses. Still, even blindly, Ashamin tried to back away. He continued on his planned path, seconds ticking away. Not even a minute had passed, perhaps half of one, and already the gold lord's magic was fading. Ashamin blinked to clear away the last of it, made some guttural noise like a snarl, and made a cold, calculated decision. One of the two sun amulets swinging low beneath his breast spun and glowed, cracking as the magic of another burst from its seams. There, within its confines, was trapped Hotaru's power. It hummed with windsong just as Ashamin regained his sight. Ash fell from his eyelids and left gray trails in tears, but he would not be beaten down. Slowly he turned away from the Laurelin as the amulet tensed and threatened to break; carefully he positioned himself to get clear of the chaos. Ashamin had lived through the hurt of Hotaru's storm once before, he wouldn't let himself be put through it again. Thus, when the amulet shattered at last and hopefully unleashed the power of a fourth category hurricane filled with blades, Ashamin turned fully and ran for cover. He would fight this: fire with fire, winner takes all. He would win. "" |
WC: 769/800
PC: 2/3 A, 0/1 D
Note Ashamin has used a SUN AMULET containing Hotaru's storm magic:
:: [ Magic: DarkxWind | Can create storms up to the size of a Category 4 hurricane that hold invisible blades that create lattice cuts of varying depth on the victim's body ]
:: [ Restrictions | Storms limited to a radius of 10 meters ]
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