This was not a situation the Glazier had been longing for. Ever since he first laid eyes on this deadly beast of living stone, he had dreaded having to fight him. It was quite unusual for Lace to actually fear his opponent, but in this case he didn't think that the ponding of the heart or the panicked stirring at the back of the mind was entirely uncalled for. How many battled a creature who could kill nature just by standing there? No, he felt no shame in admitting that he would rather turn tail and flee, not this time.
He wouldn't though. If it had been only for his own sake, it perhaps wouldn't have mattered much, but this fight was not for him but for the Qian. In order to prove their worth, showcase their strength and undaunted nature the silver stallion had no choice but to answer this challenge - more bravely than he was, more skillfully than he thought he could muster at this point. Undaunted, even though the sight of the beast as he came charging all but paralyzed his every limb.
With the defiant screech of his dragon, that now circled above him, echoing in the ears the warrior turned crafter awaited the charge of Deimos with steeled nerves, prepared and fully knowing that one mistake might lead to a loss of limbs, if not life. Awareness that this was not a fight between friends, he waited till the last moment before he shoved himself to the left to avoid the spear of the unicorn; relieved at first that his left shoulder remained unharmed, only to feel the sinking of the stomach that announced his first injury. He screamed in enraged pain as the horn stabbed into the skin of the right shoulder, rapidly carving its way backwards over the length of the muscle until it finally released from his flesh, likely stained with the crimson of his blood. Pain was something he was accustomed to, but nevertheless he could never get over the numbing effect it had on his spirit, the desperation it lit in the chest.
And in this fight, he had no spirit to loose, no calm to spare. His wits was hanging on a thread already, as the mere presence of the dark reaper set his teeth on edge and made all the hairs along the spine stand up in horror.
All but stumbling forward the SoldierCrafter of the Edge avoided the heavy kick of the rear hooves simply because he was on the wrong side. Having no spear to stab his opponent with, he instead called upon the gift of fire residing in his chest and released it, breathing a torrent of hot blue flame against the General's right side. Not pausing or settling with this he forced his muscles to comply, winced against the agonizing scream of the injured shoulder and used the forward momentum of his leap to bring him around, pivoting around the forelegs before he unleashed a kick towards the right flank of the brute before it passed out of reach.
Was it going to be enough? Would the attacks land, or was this stallion indeed a demonic beast similar to the fickle boggart he had once fought beneath the Heart of the world? The scale was likely to tip either way in the battle, because there wasn't much that separated him from Deimos or Deimos from him. Equal in height but for a few inches in the General's favor, similar in built with roughly the same strengths in speed, endurance, agility and experience. Both were familiar with the mist, the trees, the uneven ground riddled with roots... And both had something to loose. None of them were likely to back down, certainly not the gold-backed representative of the Edge; even though, or perhaps because his knees were shaking and the neck darkened with fearful sweat as he regained his balance and turned to face the opponent once more.
This was going to be a close battle, unless something unforeseen happened.
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Lace leaped to the left at the last second, taking the spear at his right shoulder. Avoided the kick to the right since he was on the wrong side.
Attacked by breathing fire at Deimos right side, around the barrel and flank, then used momentum to turn around his forelegs and aim a rear kick to the right flank.
Landed, then turned to face Deimos again to see any coming attacks.]
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[JUDGE] instruments to plague us [challenge for freedom - lace]
