03-18-2022, 09:33 AM
To his immense relief, electricity does not crackle through him yet again when he makes contact with her. Reave might have the tenacity to power through despite the prospect of pain, but he certainly doesn’t relish the thought. He might have developed a tolerance after a lifetime of torn skin, but he still feels it just as acutely as anyone else.
Though his bones jar from the impact of his body with hers, his armor offers him some protection against it. In the aftermath of the battle, he will no doubt imagine a hundred ways he could have executed that attack better, but in the heat of the moment, he had gone with his gut. As it is however, he doesn’t have time to analyze every movement he makes in depth.
Reave takes a few stumbling steps before righting himself and backing away in a hasty retreat. To defend his escape and give himself some time, he attempts once more to pluck at her sight. Any finesse he might have once had has been abandoned, and rather than waste his effort on something more elegant, he instead simply tries to blur her vision. He hopes it will be enough to prevent Mazikeen from seeing him well enough to execute swift retaliation, especially considering his own reflexes have been regrettably slowed.
He doesn’t retreat far however. As much as he doesn’t want to leave himself open to her attack, neither does he want to give her time to get into a more defensible position. Her cry of pain as she shifts into another shape is enough to draw him sharply back to the situation at hand. Though his concern is not for others coming to investigate (even if it should be, considering he really does not need more horses to fight), he doesn’t hesitate to seize the opportunity of her distraction.
Because he had backed away, he is still facing her, so he simply launches himself forward once more. This time he does make the effort to aim, front hooves lifting to strike at Mazikeen’s injured right side again. Given how swiftly she curls around a tree in her draconic form however, he’s not certain how accurate his aim will end up being.
His distraction also means that, much to his regret and chagrin, he isn’t able to react to her blasting the tree limbs above them with the immediacy he would have wished. If he weren’t the recipient, he would have complimented her for the unexpectedness of that attack. Since he is the recipient though, he’d have to save it for later. If their relationship could be mended after this, that is.
Though he tries to swing belatedly away, a heavy branch manages to catch him on his still weakened hindquarters. The bruising hit does make his back legs buckle this time, but a weary scramble has him back on his feet just as quickly despite his aching muscles, strained joints, and abraded skin. As it is, he’s not sure he could take any more damage to his abused backside without it giving way entirely. With that thought in mind, he makes a decided effort to face her instead, shielding his weakness from his opponent as best he can.
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Though his bones jar from the impact of his body with hers, his armor offers him some protection against it. In the aftermath of the battle, he will no doubt imagine a hundred ways he could have executed that attack better, but in the heat of the moment, he had gone with his gut. As it is however, he doesn’t have time to analyze every movement he makes in depth.
Reave takes a few stumbling steps before righting himself and backing away in a hasty retreat. To defend his escape and give himself some time, he attempts once more to pluck at her sight. Any finesse he might have once had has been abandoned, and rather than waste his effort on something more elegant, he instead simply tries to blur her vision. He hopes it will be enough to prevent Mazikeen from seeing him well enough to execute swift retaliation, especially considering his own reflexes have been regrettably slowed.
He doesn’t retreat far however. As much as he doesn’t want to leave himself open to her attack, neither does he want to give her time to get into a more defensible position. Her cry of pain as she shifts into another shape is enough to draw him sharply back to the situation at hand. Though his concern is not for others coming to investigate (even if it should be, considering he really does not need more horses to fight), he doesn’t hesitate to seize the opportunity of her distraction.
Because he had backed away, he is still facing her, so he simply launches himself forward once more. This time he does make the effort to aim, front hooves lifting to strike at Mazikeen’s injured right side again. Given how swiftly she curls around a tree in her draconic form however, he’s not certain how accurate his aim will end up being.
His distraction also means that, much to his regret and chagrin, he isn’t able to react to her blasting the tree limbs above them with the immediacy he would have wished. If he weren’t the recipient, he would have complimented her for the unexpectedness of that attack. Since he is the recipient though, he’d have to save it for later. If their relationship could be mended after this, that is.
Though he tries to swing belatedly away, a heavy branch manages to catch him on his still weakened hindquarters. The bruising hit does make his back legs buckle this time, but a weary scramble has him back on his feet just as quickly despite his aching muscles, strained joints, and abraded skin. As it is, he’s not sure he could take any more damage to his abused backside without it giving way entirely. With that thought in mind, he makes a decided effort to face her instead, shielding his weakness from his opponent as best he can.
@Mazikeen
@Officials