03-11-2022, 10:54 AM
Though he is hardly an expert warrior, the speed at which things occur in the midst of battle has been proving both frustrating and savagely enjoyable. He had struck at her sight to defend himself against her initial attack, but she appears to have anticipated him as much as he anticipated her. Her rapidly shifting sight is enough to stymie him at least partially, causing him to pull back before his continued attempts to alter her sight drains him of too much energy. He has no time to dwell on it however.
Not if he wants to hold his own against her swift retaliation.
He doesn’t even have the time to feel the satisfaction of landing a solid blow against her. She is already shifting, despite the pain he suspects she must be feeling, by the time he swings to his right and begins his retreat into the trees. Her form continues to grow, feathers sprouting and wings flaring as she rapidly consumes the space with her bulk. Reave cannot seem to escape fast enough, but as his face brushes past a low-hanging branch, he jerks his head back and snags it in his teeth as he moves by.
His forward momentum pulls the branch roughly from his mouth, causing it to snap sharply back into place. As paltry a defense as it is, he hopes it will be enough to slow her. Her sheer size means that unfortunately there is not nearly as much space between them as he would like. The crackle of electricity and snapping branches is all the warning he receives before her enormous wing wallops him.
He had bared his left side to her fully in his retreat, and though his steps had been swift, his flank is still directly in her line of fire. The impact of her wing packs a surprising punch, causing him to stumble a step, but the electricity turns out to be the true threat. His armor can’t protect him against that. Every feather that touches him sends a shock jolting through him. Leg muscles seizing, Reave let’s loose a grunt of pain. When the electricity fades, his hindquarters sag beneath him, threatening to give out as his muscles continue spasming intermittently.
Though Reave is no stranger to pain, there is something particularly alarming about a force that can cause him to lose control of his own body, however brief it might be. It’s only his stubbornness that keeps him dragging himself forward until his hind legs work properly again instead of locking into place with each ungainly, hopping step. The burning weakness that lingers would not disappear so easily however.
Just as Reave is returning to execute a new attack, Rune dives from the sky with a screech. The large eagle’s wings snap wide as he nears, talons outstretched, aiming for Maze’s face. The bird can’t touch her of course, but he hopes it would distract her as Reave comes up behind her. The bone-armored stallion can’t hide the grimace on his face as he lurches forward with slightly unsteady steps. He desperately wishes he had better offensive abilities because he absolutely does not want to touch those feathers again.
He doesn’t even try for finesse, instead pushing himself forward as quickly as he could in order to use his body as an impromptu battering ram. He’s not sure how much luck he has left, but hopefully enough that whatever electricity she had been able to generate had already been expended into his flank and that her bones are hollow like any birds. A hollowness he also hopes will make them more prone to fracturing beneath his onslaught. Of course, despite having an avian companion, he’s hardly an expert, so everything is pure conjecture based on a plan of attack hastily put together in the spare moments he’s had to think about it.
Rune pulls up sharply just before he would have reached Mazikeen as Reave barrels towards her from the opposite side. Reave wouldn’t be dancing nimbly away from this one, so he can only grit his teeth and hope that she is as weakened as he and unable to retaliate before he can stumble away.
Not if he wants to hold his own against her swift retaliation.
He doesn’t even have the time to feel the satisfaction of landing a solid blow against her. She is already shifting, despite the pain he suspects she must be feeling, by the time he swings to his right and begins his retreat into the trees. Her form continues to grow, feathers sprouting and wings flaring as she rapidly consumes the space with her bulk. Reave cannot seem to escape fast enough, but as his face brushes past a low-hanging branch, he jerks his head back and snags it in his teeth as he moves by.
His forward momentum pulls the branch roughly from his mouth, causing it to snap sharply back into place. As paltry a defense as it is, he hopes it will be enough to slow her. Her sheer size means that unfortunately there is not nearly as much space between them as he would like. The crackle of electricity and snapping branches is all the warning he receives before her enormous wing wallops him.
He had bared his left side to her fully in his retreat, and though his steps had been swift, his flank is still directly in her line of fire. The impact of her wing packs a surprising punch, causing him to stumble a step, but the electricity turns out to be the true threat. His armor can’t protect him against that. Every feather that touches him sends a shock jolting through him. Leg muscles seizing, Reave let’s loose a grunt of pain. When the electricity fades, his hindquarters sag beneath him, threatening to give out as his muscles continue spasming intermittently.
Though Reave is no stranger to pain, there is something particularly alarming about a force that can cause him to lose control of his own body, however brief it might be. It’s only his stubbornness that keeps him dragging himself forward until his hind legs work properly again instead of locking into place with each ungainly, hopping step. The burning weakness that lingers would not disappear so easily however.
Just as Reave is returning to execute a new attack, Rune dives from the sky with a screech. The large eagle’s wings snap wide as he nears, talons outstretched, aiming for Maze’s face. The bird can’t touch her of course, but he hopes it would distract her as Reave comes up behind her. The bone-armored stallion can’t hide the grimace on his face as he lurches forward with slightly unsteady steps. He desperately wishes he had better offensive abilities because he absolutely does not want to touch those feathers again.
He doesn’t even try for finesse, instead pushing himself forward as quickly as he could in order to use his body as an impromptu battering ram. He’s not sure how much luck he has left, but hopefully enough that whatever electricity she had been able to generate had already been expended into his flank and that her bones are hollow like any birds. A hollowness he also hopes will make them more prone to fracturing beneath his onslaught. Of course, despite having an avian companion, he’s hardly an expert, so everything is pure conjecture based on a plan of attack hastily put together in the spare moments he’s had to think about it.
Rune pulls up sharply just before he would have reached Mazikeen as Reave barrels towards her from the opposite side. Reave wouldn’t be dancing nimbly away from this one, so he can only grit his teeth and hope that she is as weakened as he and unable to retaliate before he can stumble away.