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03-05-2017, 01:51 PM
Your fears have just become all too real, for the Devil at the cross road wants to make a Deal The brute made it out to the opening of the lands. Mortuus noted that the attack on the general had mild success. Taking in the moment, Mortuus had to remember that this battle, (no it was not a battle) this spar was only to brush up on their skills. It was good for them to move around after remaining so dormant during the brutal winter. Stone cold eyes watched the sun above for just a brief moment. Then a scream, a sound of deceit and lies came from behind him. Emotionless orbs turned to see Erebos rambling about something. Then the depths of hell unleashed a demon in front of his eyes. Black smoke clouded around him and whirled into a monster. Now take into consideration that Mortuus was not one who would run and hide. He would always face the thing that goes bump in the night. Demonic horns raised as he watched the smoke beast with a look of disbelief. What the fuck was going on here? Then the attack from the darkened general hit him. From the corner of his right eye, the brute saw a glair of white teeth aimed for his shoulder. Trying to move quickly on the slick ground is not something easy to do. Cracked hooves slid in the muck, and he realized more damage could inflict him if he slipped and fell to the ground. Teeth latched onto his scarred shoulder, and the warm crimson substance rushed to the surface of the wound. His skin burned the fury of hell, but it could have been worse. The injury would hinder some of his movements, so he had to take caution. Swinging his front end to the left the beast attempted to move his rear legs towards Erebos. His heavy weight fell on his left shoulder to try and keep strain off the right one. Then he had to suck up the pain. Leaning his weight onto his front legs, Mortuus kicked his rear legs out attempting to strike the generals left shoulder area. His right shoulder quivered with a slight jolting pain, but it was bearable. Gritting his teeth, Mortuus pushed through the pain. 'Do not get too carried away.. OOC:: I suck!! sorry this is so rushed but I have to meet someone so sorry heather! WC::374/800 Damage:: Bite to shoulder Summary:: Tries to kick Erebos in the front left shoulder after taking bite to front right shoulder. ""Talking here"" |
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