12-18-2015, 07:03 PM
I'm so, so sorry for the horrendous wait!!
It doesn't take long for someone to answer Lyris’ summons, much to her surprise. The kingdoms have been less active as of late, and she had expected to wait a while for someone to accept her challenge.
But accept someone does. And such an interesting looking someone too.
Lyris eyes the tiny speck of a stallion from across the packed earth of the mock-grounds. It’s hard to tell from such a distance, but he appears to be a big beast, far bigger than herself. There’s likely with some draft blood in there. Size not always an advantage though - her lower centre of gravity could make it easier for her to unbalance him. Maybe.
But there’s no time to stop and consider that now. Her eyes narrow as the black and blue stallion wastes no time in getting started - instantly taking to the air. It’s a place that is often considered to be an advantage for a battle, but not so much in this case. Two can play at that game.
Lyris gathers the winds to herself with practiced ease, drawing them in and under herself and thrusting herself up into the air. She explodes from the ground in a shower of dirt and grass, rocketing up and up until she has a better view of her challenger. It should look odd to his eyes. She hopes it does. She still has the airforce wings that Lagertha had granted her, but she does not use them. Instead they remain tightly tucked into her sides. It is far more efficient and simple for her to use the winds.
But she’s wasted too much time with theatrics. She can barely make out a black speck through the brightness of the sun. The stallion is dive-bombing her, intentionally using the sun to obscure her vision. Pretty clever, actually. Too bad for him he’s battling a weather-user.
Lyris concentrates for but a moment, and the moisture in the air condenses, forming a thick, fluffy white cloud in front of the sun. Her view clears and when it does, she immediately notices there’s something, odd, about the stallion’s appearance. Wasn’t he thicker?! And why on earth are his legs bent like that?!
Well that is a very, very strange ability.
She freezes for just a second too long, and then he has her. His neck snakes out unnaturally (does he not have bones?!) and his teeth find purchase in the skin and hair at her withers. Lyris gasps aloud at the sudden sting.
Fuck this noise.
She releases the winds away all at once, directing them both upwards and sideways. The winds spiral out away from her with vicious speed. Hopefully the ones moving sideways will catch the elastic stallion unawares as he continues his descent, and send him tumbling out of control. An out of control stallion is a vulnerable one.
As for herself, the winds that she’s released upwards take her with them, throwing her even higher into the sky and hopefully far out of Phaedrus’ reach. Once she has the height advantage (though she’s sure it won’t last for long), she looks down and considers him. Direct attacks are clearly worthless on this one - the stallion’s strange, stretchy body could simply bend out of the way of any kick or bite she tries to throw at him. She needs to use something on a larger scale.
She throws her head up to the sky above her, letting her adrenalin fuel the suddenly growing storm. She lets it build and build, and at the last moment, uses a westerly wind to throw herself out of the way.
Hail the size of golfballs (that is, if she knew what golfballs were) begins raining down from above. Not big enough to kill, but certainly big enough to leave sizeable dents. She can’t help but let a smug smile cross her face. Let him bend his way out of that one.
But accept someone does. And such an interesting looking someone too.
Lyris eyes the tiny speck of a stallion from across the packed earth of the mock-grounds. It’s hard to tell from such a distance, but he appears to be a big beast, far bigger than herself. There’s likely with some draft blood in there. Size not always an advantage though - her lower centre of gravity could make it easier for her to unbalance him. Maybe.
But there’s no time to stop and consider that now. Her eyes narrow as the black and blue stallion wastes no time in getting started - instantly taking to the air. It’s a place that is often considered to be an advantage for a battle, but not so much in this case. Two can play at that game.
Lyris gathers the winds to herself with practiced ease, drawing them in and under herself and thrusting herself up into the air. She explodes from the ground in a shower of dirt and grass, rocketing up and up until she has a better view of her challenger. It should look odd to his eyes. She hopes it does. She still has the airforce wings that Lagertha had granted her, but she does not use them. Instead they remain tightly tucked into her sides. It is far more efficient and simple for her to use the winds.
But she’s wasted too much time with theatrics. She can barely make out a black speck through the brightness of the sun. The stallion is dive-bombing her, intentionally using the sun to obscure her vision. Pretty clever, actually. Too bad for him he’s battling a weather-user.
Lyris concentrates for but a moment, and the moisture in the air condenses, forming a thick, fluffy white cloud in front of the sun. Her view clears and when it does, she immediately notices there’s something, odd, about the stallion’s appearance. Wasn’t he thicker?! And why on earth are his legs bent like that?!
Well that is a very, very strange ability.
She freezes for just a second too long, and then he has her. His neck snakes out unnaturally (does he not have bones?!) and his teeth find purchase in the skin and hair at her withers. Lyris gasps aloud at the sudden sting.
Fuck this noise.
She releases the winds away all at once, directing them both upwards and sideways. The winds spiral out away from her with vicious speed. Hopefully the ones moving sideways will catch the elastic stallion unawares as he continues his descent, and send him tumbling out of control. An out of control stallion is a vulnerable one.
As for herself, the winds that she’s released upwards take her with them, throwing her even higher into the sky and hopefully far out of Phaedrus’ reach. Once she has the height advantage (though she’s sure it won’t last for long), she looks down and considers him. Direct attacks are clearly worthless on this one - the stallion’s strange, stretchy body could simply bend out of the way of any kick or bite she tries to throw at him. She needs to use something on a larger scale.
She throws her head up to the sky above her, letting her adrenalin fuel the suddenly growing storm. She lets it build and build, and at the last moment, uses a westerly wind to throw herself out of the way.
Hail the size of golfballs (that is, if she knew what golfballs were) begins raining down from above. Not big enough to kill, but certainly big enough to leave sizeable dents. She can’t help but let a smug smile cross her face. Let him bend his way out of that one.
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
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