while hammers fell like ringing bells [nymphetamine]

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine was proud- not proud enough to be haughty, but no 3 year old that he was aware of was able to hold his own with the confidence that he held. It was a gift of the hardships of his earliest year. While the past kept him haunted and unsettled he would not begrudge his situation the gifts it had allotted him. He believed he had the right to be proud in his confidence, in his independence, in his ambition. He knew his ambitioned hasn’t directly with or against Chamber at this point- but he wasn’t sure if he was with or against chamber either so for his needs, for his true purpose, Nymphetamine was perfectly happy with his current achievements.

 
His abilities as a warrior however were young, untrained…green. He would not pretend to be more than he was in that matter, but he had a sharp mind and was not quick on the uptake. So when he felt his teeth make their intended impact, he took the small victory. The attack wasn’t grand, nor was it the most impactful, but he was able to see the attack, and react with accuracy and wit. A small victory indeed,  the Colonel  shows a small annoyance but moves on quickly.
 
Since he was looking at this training-battle one step at a time, getting Killdare into the woods was another small victory- but the intended contact didn’t happen and he was now vulnerable. Since his opponent was now closer to him hindquarters, he was left open, and balanced too on the forehand to create impulsion to get away. He saw the militiaman throw his weight towards him. He was already pushing him self away and forward momentarily back into the forest. He was unable to get out of reach- he had moved a about a foot away the mass flung into his stifle. Nymphetamine’s hind swung to the right away from Killdare in an small arc, fishtailing towards a tree hearty oak tree. Nymphetamine fought to pull his shifting hind but was too off balance. His right hip swung into the tree, he felt the bark scrape leaving a surficial abrasion. But the real damage was his muscles- he felt the ripple of force rake through his hind, and He knew his leg would not wand to take the weight and torque he would need to keep his agility advantage.  With a quite noticeable limp he gathered himself quickly and moved back into the clearing.
 
Step-by-step; moves and counter moves.  That was what this was.  So the loss the Necromancer just had would have to be made up- he knew this. He was hoping Killdare would not except another attack from his legs, and was please that when the beast followed him out that his hooved made a solid thwack against the beast’s face. His rear had worked, but there was little time to think for feel anything as his challenger was attacking in retaliation.  Nymphetamine worked fast; there was little time to create the barrier he needed. As he landed he called upon the old flesh below them. He needed a shield and the bag-a-bones with dripping flesh would do. The ground was rapidly flowing out and up and away as a half rotten corps rose. Nymthetamine was unable to back quickly, but he move backwards to the left out of the way and the dragon-stallion whipped around to fire a buck at him, though now the dead barrier was between them. 
As soon as he is far enough from the beast’s hind end he lets the skeleton drop, and pushed forward toward the hind end as he starts to run, and his wings unfold. Nymphetamine’s shoulder was protesting and blood trickled down his leg, his right launch was already swelling, but he drove fast and hard. If the necromancer was going to get one last attack in, it would have to be before he took off. He moved to the inner track of Killdare’s circle, judging his position carefully to avoid the massive wings, but he minded his timing carefully as well.  Just before the dragon-beast took off he shoved off the ground, throwing his left shoulder into his opponent’s right hip just before he would take off.  He hoped this would throw off his flight enough to cause some damage to the beast.
 
Killdare ended up in the air and taunted him from above. Nymphetamine trotted around the ground below, looking up and trying to avoid the trickling red rain.  He looked up and smirked- he had tried his best and he would learn much from discussing this with him later, as he was the more experienced. He stopped, and laughed, ”Well then I will have been given the fever by one great teacher, Militiaman. I will tell them as such, and I’ll even give you the credit so my future enemies may curse your name alongside mine!”
 
He stood and waited for the winged beast for come down. It was a jovial jest, meant to bring forth the good nature of their training battle.  While Killdare was not the Necromancer’s favorite inhabitant in Chamber he would be a fool to deny that he could learn from the winged beast. They had much to discuss from this mock battle and they would each learn from their opponent’s strengths and weaknesses, and Nymphetamine was looking forward to it

SIX FEET DEEP IS THE INCISION, SUNSETTER

NYMPHETAMINE

ooc: I was a little unsure on your final attack positioning, So i hope what I did makes sense. But this was fun, and hard! (that was the end right 2 each? cause that's what I just wrote out >.<