03-04-2022, 01:13 PM
Rune’s cry as he returns the larger eagle’s greeting would be enough for Reave to know he would soon have company even if his companion had not shared Mazikeen’s location with him already. He grins up into the canopy as she swoops downward, the curl of his lips filled with the same reckless energy as his steps. He picks up his pace, his long strides eating the distance as he weaves through trees growing rapidly more sparse.
He doesn’t slow when he sees the falcon through branches. It isn’t until she swoops in for her attack that he offers any reaction beyond the grin on his lips. Though they have only had one fight between them, he recognizes her strategy from their first confrontation. Not terribly original, but then, it doesn’t need to be if it’s effective.
It seems Reave isn’t feeling terribly original either. Even as his feet skid over the damp earth in a hasty halt, he lashes out at her sight in an attempt to throw her off. He doesn’t try for finesse this time around, instead targeting her pupils and willing them to expand. It requires far less focus on his part than creating a whole new image, but if successful, the sudden influx of light might not only blind her, but prove painful to boot.
It’s certainly not kind of him, but he has never been a kind man.
When he withdraws, he has only moments to duck from the flailing limbs of the enormous crocodile she had shifted into. His abrupt halt and ducking head appears to have thrown off her aim enough that, though she catches him across his crest with a wild whip of her scaled tail, he is left with little more than a mild thrumming along the flesh behind his ears. It would undoubtedly bruise, but that is a worry for another time.
The moment he hears her flop to the ground, he lurches in the direction of the sound. Due to his abrupt stop, the bulk of her flailing weight had probably been a little more in front of him than she intended. He hopes that means he does not have much distance to cover between them as he launches into his own counterstrike. He also hopes he had blinded her enough she wouldn’t be able to blink it away in time to see him coming.
Though wary of Mazikeen’s crocodilian teeth, he doesn’t allow it to stop him from lifting his forehand from the ground and driving his weight towards the center of her long, flat body with as much force as he could muster. Her 400 pounds of weight might have done some serious damage if she had caught him on the head as she intended when she fell towards him, but it wouldn’t be nearly so advantageous beneath the almost 1200 pounds of flesh weighed down by heavy armor he brings to bear. Or, well, perhaps not quite 1200 pounds, but even the roughly 60% of his weight that he carries in his forehand is not an insignificant amount.
Unwilling to risk her teeth or claws, regardless of whether she shifted into another form or not, Reave retreats as swiftly as he attacks, keeping his gaze focused and wary. He has little enough in the way of defense against her multitude of forms that he would need every ounce of wit he could muster to counter them. He is too aware that he is not nearly the fighter she is, but one thing he does not lack is pure stubborn determination.
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He doesn’t slow when he sees the falcon through branches. It isn’t until she swoops in for her attack that he offers any reaction beyond the grin on his lips. Though they have only had one fight between them, he recognizes her strategy from their first confrontation. Not terribly original, but then, it doesn’t need to be if it’s effective.
It seems Reave isn’t feeling terribly original either. Even as his feet skid over the damp earth in a hasty halt, he lashes out at her sight in an attempt to throw her off. He doesn’t try for finesse this time around, instead targeting her pupils and willing them to expand. It requires far less focus on his part than creating a whole new image, but if successful, the sudden influx of light might not only blind her, but prove painful to boot.
It’s certainly not kind of him, but he has never been a kind man.
When he withdraws, he has only moments to duck from the flailing limbs of the enormous crocodile she had shifted into. His abrupt halt and ducking head appears to have thrown off her aim enough that, though she catches him across his crest with a wild whip of her scaled tail, he is left with little more than a mild thrumming along the flesh behind his ears. It would undoubtedly bruise, but that is a worry for another time.
The moment he hears her flop to the ground, he lurches in the direction of the sound. Due to his abrupt stop, the bulk of her flailing weight had probably been a little more in front of him than she intended. He hopes that means he does not have much distance to cover between them as he launches into his own counterstrike. He also hopes he had blinded her enough she wouldn’t be able to blink it away in time to see him coming.
Though wary of Mazikeen’s crocodilian teeth, he doesn’t allow it to stop him from lifting his forehand from the ground and driving his weight towards the center of her long, flat body with as much force as he could muster. Her 400 pounds of weight might have done some serious damage if she had caught him on the head as she intended when she fell towards him, but it wouldn’t be nearly so advantageous beneath the almost 1200 pounds of flesh weighed down by heavy armor he brings to bear. Or, well, perhaps not quite 1200 pounds, but even the roughly 60% of his weight that he carries in his forehand is not an insignificant amount.
Unwilling to risk her teeth or claws, regardless of whether she shifted into another form or not, Reave retreats as swiftly as he attacks, keeping his gaze focused and wary. He has little enough in the way of defense against her multitude of forms that he would need every ounce of wit he could muster to counter them. He is too aware that he is not nearly the fighter she is, but one thing he does not lack is pure stubborn determination.
@Mazikeen
@Officials