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11-11-2016, 08:10 PM
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tae
Volterra's arrival caused a ripple of youthful confidence to permeate through Tae's body. As excitement pulsed through her veins, her magic caused the exterior edges of her form to appear to bleed away in ghostly tendrils of vapor. She was still quite solid, despite how transparent her edges had become. Tae's pale eyes were forced to look upwards to find the gaze of the monochromatic monolith before her. Suddenly there was a feeling of too much saliva in her mouth, but despite the urge to swallow it down in one big gulp, she choked back the instinct and let the liquid pool heavily on her tongue. She wasn't sure whether Volterra would assume the ghostly aspect of her body was caused by fear or not, but gulping at the sight of him would surely push him in that direction. The mandible-marked mare also wanted to scan the skies for signs of his dragons, but that would also likely look more timid, and so her pale eyes remained focused on his ruby ones. Besides, she had Mal and Hel with her. If the dragons came, they would alert her of their arrival. The mare was surprised to hear a compliment fall from his lips. She'd expected a lecture, a defense of Sikeax, or even laughter at the absurdity of her challenge, but not some sort of round-about praise. Perhaps that was Gaucho's influence on her. Regardless of the situation, her Father had always given legitimacy to any who entered into the arena with him, and he had always fought them with all that he had. To go easy on an opponent was to dishonour them, and that was something the Wildfire had never done. The compliment wasn't necessarily unwelcome, but it did rattle her somewhat. After all, expectation was all Tae had, for experience was something she was still chasing. As Volterra indicated that the first move was to be hers, for a moment Tae hesitated. Was it possible that she could merely draw this out verbally? Volterra towered over her, and made her scrappy and lean body look emaciated compared to the voluptuous swell of his muscles. The point of this challenge was only to ensure that he could not aid Sikeax against Aithniel ... they didn't actually need to fight for her to be successful. They only needed remain in each other's company... Harshly, Tae bit down on the inside of her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. Coward, she seethed silently to herself. What would her Father say, if he knew the traitorous thoughts rumbling around inside of her brain? Talking with Volterra would indeed be the easiest and certainly the least painful way of ensuring Aithniel's victory, but when had Gaucho ever taught his daughter of the easy paths in life? When had the Wildfire ever shown her anything less than complete dedication and honour? To circumvent her part in this simply because she was afraid of a little pain, would be a smear on her Father's legacy. With a smile slightly tinged with blood and a strengthened resolve, Tae took the first move. Her body appeared to become fully-ghost with the effort of her attack, as she reached inward for her magic. Though she bore a body marked with the signs of her father, it was magic surely given to her by her Mother which was at work now. Though speed was Tae's biggest strength, from having watched Volterra train she thought that despite his cumbersome size, he was more agile than he looked. But she also knew that he never trained at home, and for all of his trips to and from the Threshold, she'd wager that he wasn't as accustomed to these sands as she was. The only advantage she had over him was the home she was trying to protect, and she was betting that she could use it against him now. Reaching out with her spirit-magic, she tried to grab a handful of the blood-red sands all around them, and thrust it into Volterra's eyes. Bigger, faster, more powerful? Of course he was - but he needed to see in order to hit her, didn't he? Hoping this assault would blind him or at the very least distract him, Tae lunged forward and to the left, leaping into the air with her wings spread. Though this wouldn't be an aerial battle, that didn't mean she couldn't use the sky as her ally. Trying to position herself in the air so that the sun was behind her, she dove towards Volterra's face. If the sand hadn't blinded him to her attack, hopefully the sun would. With hooves outstretched, glinting with shoes once worn by her Father, she aimed for the wide spot between his eyes, or his poll if she overshot the angle. WC: 799 Attack: 1/4 Setting: DT, noon. It’s unseasonably warm out with a light Frostfall breeze. They are in the dune area of the Throat. Tae is challenging Volterra for his rank as gladiator. |
