| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch
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07-19-2013, 05:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-19-2013, 05:55 PM by Arah.)
A r a h
It's not the dog in the fight,
but the fight in the dog
It was coming to an end, the epic conclusion to their battle. It was time for Arah to make her final move. Stretching her neck to it's full length, teeth also extended, the doe did not miss a beat in her attack. He saw her coming, she should not have been so surprised. He had training, experience and more natural instinct when it came to the battle. With speed and expertise he swivelled, turning his fleshly underside away from her. Her teeth made contact with his already injured shoulder, the scrape that her antlers had made bled and unfortunately for Deimos this would make it rather worse. Her teeth entered the cut, she could taste his blood, sweat and his flesh, the elements that proved him to be mortal. Quickly she dragged her teeth down his skin, injuring his shoulder as much as she dared. Finally she felt enough damage had been done, she pulled away. Knowing how this little game worked, Arah watched him carefully as he began moving, it was his next attack.
She did not have the energy to do another attack, her energy was expiring quickly. Aches and pains covered her entire body, with every passing second she just hurt more. Arah did not feel like she could handle another attack from the General, but she would have to. He was already in motion, his horn moving down to the land hand side of her body.
He twisted his head to the left, and from the corner of her golden eye she could see his battle movements, the determination and his power. His deadly weapon comes down and pierces her skin. The horn enters at her shoulder's height, like a doctor vaccinating a patient of his. Crying out in pain, the white doe is, at first, far to shocked to react. The blood that runs from the quickly growing wound is thick and a bright crimson. With the delayed reaction time his horn dragged down along her left hand side, the scrape was long and deep. Arah cry was short, startled and breathless. The exhausted mare could not do much else, other than watch the horn run down the side of her body. She was frozen with pain and shock, he would be able to use her frozen state to his advantage. The horror and the size of the injury frightened her, she had to stop it, she had to get away from this deathly pain.
With a aching side, the Impersonator began to work to stop his vicious attack. Her bite had been successful, so it wasn't a wasted effort at least. The pain was worth it because she knew, even if it wasn't quite as much as she was, he was hurting as as well. She remembered the taste of his blood, the taste of weakness. It was enough to get herself moving again. Her golden orbs studied him, his position looming over her body and then her mind began to think of possible ways to avoid the rest of his attack. The ivory mare did the only thing that made sense, she began to twist her body away. Her legs stumbled sides ways while the fresh crimson blood ran down her filthy coat. She manages to stumble away so his horn only ends up reaching the middle of her stomach. As soon as the horn had left her flesh, the wound began to sting and burn. She would not cry though, she would not show him anymore weakness. The impersonator wanted to impress him, show him that she wasn't a coward.
The movements were slow and painful, but as she backed off, the sense of relief filled her. It was over, she was done. Arah could not psychically nor mentally make herself attack again. The result of their battle had left her with wounds that would take months to heal, but a more confident mare.
Word Count;; 652/800 [3/3 attack posts | 1/1 Closing defence post.]
Summarised defence;; She twists her body away enough so his horn can no longer scrape along her side. Arah's reaction is slow though, Deimos is able to do substantial damage.
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