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ISOPIA
CONSIDER YOUR ORIGIN. YOU WERE NOT FORMED TO LIVE LIKE BRUTES BUT TO FOLLOW VIRTUE AND KNOWLEDGE.
Rather than responding to her comments, Ashamin seemed content with simply breaking physics. With wide-eyed astonishment, Isopia watched as the splashes of water she threw seemed to halt in midair. She heard the sound of shattering glass, and watched as, seemingly, physics began to run in reverse. It was localized to just her attack, but even so, the shock she experienced of seeing her own water flying back at her, was far more of an assault to her senses, than was the icy liquid as it infiltrating her nose and coated her eyes and ears. Isopia snorted again - this time trying to clear the water from her nose and blinked in an ugly and hard fashion to try and clear her eyes. But it blurred and burned her eyes so much so, that she believed the static-y creature which was manifesting just a few paces before her was just some artifact of the moisture in her eyes. Isopia's quad-horned skull twisted around, using the red cape attached to her pauldron to dry her teary eyes, but when she looked back, not only was the apparition still there, but it appeared even more 'solid' than it had when last she looked.
Already Ashamin had affected her cardiac systems, and now looking at this electric creature, she wondered if he meant to increase the intensity of his previous attack somehow. Eyes wide with irrationality and emotion, Isopia realized the selfishness of trying to evade him. Could she really be so selective? The balance between maximum pain to the fetus and minimal pain to me, if you please-
No, not even she was that cruel.
She had wanted this, and she would accept the scars that accompanied that decision.
Flaring her wings as if encouraging the thing to move towards her, her gaze skirted briefly to Ashamin to try and discern his intentions. It was at this moment that he drew his knife. And, with a line of thought which was really as simple as, I have a knife too-, Isopia called on her magic to pull Melos out from where it had been tucked in her pauldron. Held by what seemed to be a severed claw composed of earth, Isopia held the blade in front of her assuming that this was about to become a knife fight.
But she was only half right.
Uncertainty and a complete lack of tactical advantage left Isopia rooted in place as Ashamin moved his blade, not towards her, but towards the thing.
Driven by her ineptitude and reckless need for some sort of bodily assault, Isopia rose into her hind legs to try and regain his attention. Either the thing was of his own making (why else tell it he loves it?) or it wasn't. If it wasn't, perhaps by rearing it might attack her and hurry things along. Judging by Ashamin's (external) lack of the rambunctious fury he had demonstrated in their last encounter, maybe it was better that she try to fight the shock-thing instead.
She watched the blade plunge into the arrangement of static waves, but what she felt was indescribable.
Isopia staggered, throwing the blade forward as some sort of last ditch effort as her legs gave way beneath her. Her forelegs plunged towards the ground and she unsteadily slipped sideways on the snowy earth, faltering several times, unable to regain her balance. She drew several ragged breaths that sounded as though she might be chocking, but in fact, it was mostly just shock taking over. Pain radiated, crackled, fizzled, scorched, burned, dove, swam, pierced, tore, gouged - and a thousand other synonyms - from somewhere in and on her stomach. Blood dripped onto the white snow like forgotten strawberries, and once she finally steadied, her shocked golden gaze rose towards Ashamin with a look of pure incomprehension.
There was no knife in her gut, but it felt like there was - and the blood dripped from a stab-wound on her belly certainly suggested that there should have been. Her mouth mimicked her eyes, in that both were large and O shaped - too filled up by confusion and all-consuming pain to do anything else.
Her breathing came in short, panicked bursts. She knew that her body healed faster than those around her, and so despite the enormity of the pain that assaulted what felt like every ounce of skin, she needed him to do it again.
She had to be sure. She couldn't let her body heal the baby.
"Coward-" Her taunt was soft, held in by the ricocheting pain throughout her body. "If you're going to hit me-" Now it was a little louder. "-then hit me!" Grabbing magically at the frozen earth beneath the layer of snow, Isopia threw chunks of it towards Ashamin.
WC: 791
Attack: 3/4
Summary: Iso uses WEAK KNIFE THROW and COME AT ME BRO.
sl;dkfja;lskdjf deleted so much x.x
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