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Everything turned to lathered sweat and strain. The battle decomposed from testing strength, to testing stamina. The golden’s collar shoves back against him, signaling it had met flesh. The scent of her, brought back his senses. Ophelia. A stealth. A challenge. The ends of his lips curled up again in a satisfaction no sane creature could match. Cloven hooves dug into the now muddy ground, trying to find the traction to draw the scream for her lips. To hear the red mare regret all.
Yet battles change ever so quickly. No scream came, and the smirk fell just as quickly as it had risen for a mighty wallop sounded in front of him. A hitch clinched the golden’s chest but not from any pain he felt. A black shadow is sacked back against the earth behind the mare. Haldir! It was the first true panic that ever came from that side of the bond. The dark stag staggered, and fell to the earth, a ring of mud on his side. The deer’s vision was blurred and for a moment all his senses were cancelled by the still foreign senses of pain screaming all about his body.
Idiot! The golden cried, but it’s unclear who he’s insulting. Haldir was unready for battle, the golden never seeing the point of preparing the peace minded deer. Yet now... The gold pulls up, his blades disengaged. The battle was wearing on him, for now in the slush created, his legs tremble to hold himself and the armor. The weight could not be born much longer given his exhaustion from this battle and those prior with Tingal, yet his focus was on the deer. Haldir! Now it was a command. A mix of volatile anger and panic pressed against his chest, but at last a broken reply whispers from the deer. Go on. Harks of the gold fall back, a hesitation. The first rule of fighting (by the golden’s education) was therefore broken, and fate dealt her punishment swiftly, bellowing a dragon’s howl.
The frozen hell from above did not miss its mark. The armor took the brunt of the ice attack, but still its metal surface froze the worn gold into immobility. He had barely time to be confused, let alone find the attack’s source, before the lightening crack down. Mouth opened, ready to cry out in agony, but his vocals were struck silent by the overwhelming current leaping from the metal and arching across the tips of the armor. Exhaustion, electric shock, and maddening pain threatened him, leaving no other choice. Like a plea it comes out pained, and soft, “Daro.”
Metal, jumping with the electricity, folds ungracefully back up as the assault of the dragon moved off. The damage from the attack left burns on the golden coat, and a burnt strand upon his circlet. He stumbles sideways right, slipping on the snowy slush, away from Ophelia (missing to even notice her kick). Then he stilled for a second. Every muscle shakes and trembles as agony pounds into him with every heartbeat. Haldir… The dark stag is no longer lying down though, but standing, off, having moved back. His breath and mobility hitched by a cracked rib, and his defense nothing but a cloud of his own magic, yet his mind was returned. Not over The deer reminded his bonded. The golden’s mind was spinning. What was this again? A spar? For nothing? No. Not nothing. A flex of muscle had he called it? A deep bellowing laughter rolled out from the shocked vocals. He always did like following up a good threat. Maybe he was going mad. Madmen do have all the best fun after all.
The golden exhales as his head rose, letting gears release. The earth eyes look for the dragon and its keeper not expecting them to have remained still even in those few seconds. Yet he did not wait to know for certain. It would find them. Golden form fell away, coat shifting, till the large elephantine Tembovu stood tall. Only he was not idle. Already the elephant king’s head was tucked and teeth grit in concentration as within the golden was reaching for an orb. This one, hard coated and pulsating with heat, would not open. Haldir, seeing the changing battle and immobile gold calls, Thranduil, watch out! There lay the key. The call sparked the anger at the deer (at himself for letting the deer be here, be kicked, be unprotected) and the orb within broke open. No, lashed out open. A hot wild flame, untamable and unyielding leapt forth, trumpeting and hell bent on burning all around it. Blue eyes, though still pained by the hidden burns, lift to see it, stepping back carefully away, yet grinning all the same, to see the destruction unleashed.
OOC::
WC:: 799
ATK:: 2/3
INJURIES:: Slow from Tingal, Small shallow scratch 4" long on shoulder, bite mark, bruised and cut along edges on the underside of his neck, burns across various parts where metal armor touched
Haldir-cracked ribs on right side
Identities:: Erebos, Tembovu
Items:: Circlet (polearm, Moon amulet(containing Ashamin's heart magic))
SUMMARY:: Haldir is kicked by Ophelia cracking his ribs, and while Thranduil is distracted Tinek's frost and shock attack hits. Thranduil closes his armor and stumbles away from Ophelia, then transforms into Tembovu releasing his magma elephant magic. He steps back to avoid it himself.
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[JUDGED] Unfinished Business
