12-31-2015, 08:33 PM
FUUUCK the bastard’s teeth hurt.
Lyris writhes as the black and blue stallion sinks his teeth deeper in, digging into the muscle. She yells in frustration as the stallion somehow manages to move against the wind, drawing his body closer in to hers.
Without warning, a glancing blow hits her shoulder. Nothing serious, but it causes her to veer violently to the side. And immediately after, the teeth in her withers finally release, and Phaedrus is pushed away by the winds.
She sighs with relief as she rises up above the stallion’s head, watching him as becomes smaller and smaller her below her. The bite on her withers still smarts. What a scrappy bastard!
She is both amused and impressed when she sees his plan for protecting himself against the hail now falling from the sky. Her eyes narrow as she watches the odd rubber like ball of stallion huddling down against the onslaught of hail. Effective, but not perfect. His vital organs are protected - hidden away from the the falling balls of ice - but his extremities are more vulnerable. She can still bang him up a bit, though she won’t seriously injure him. Which is good. This is a mock after all! She doesn’t want to cause lasting damage. She can’t help but smirk though as a couple of the hail chunks strike him.
But he doesn’t stay down for long. After a short while, the black and blue stallion manages to struggle out of the storm. Lyris grins as he fights his way towards her, slowly rising up from the ground, without retaking his proper solid shape. She notes that he appears to be favouring one of his wings - clearly she got him with one of the chunks of hail.
His odd, rubbery body grows ever closer, and Lyris’ own caution grows. Shaking the bastard loose the first time had been more than a little difficult. She’s not exactly willing to go through the experience a second time. She waits until the very last possible moment, then drops out of the sky, completely avoiding his attack.
She drops in free-fall, the air rushing past her at an alarming rate. When she’s a safe distance away, she finally unfurls her wings and forces the wind up against her body, bring herself to a jerky, but soft landing.
But, she doesn’t stop. The battle isn’t over yet. She reaches upward, letting her still raging adrenalin lend strength to her power, and calling upon the storm she’s already created. The thick grey clouds turn black, and light begins to flicker through them. Energy begins to build. Then, she draws it down. She aims the lightning blast in Phaedrus’ general direction, but she doesn’t bother too much with accuracy. She doesn’t actually want to hit the stallion - she could seriously injure him if she did that. She just wants to distract him from her second attack.
She pulls the cold air down from the sky and draws warm air up, causing them to converge. The funnel that forms is a small one - long and thin, arching down to the dirt. She could call up bigger of course, but she doesn’t actually want to kill Phaedrus.
She throws the little tornado in Phaedrus’ direction, controlling it with changes in pressure, temperature and wind. Considering his wings, his odd rubbery body and the small size of the vortex, she likely won’t hurt him badly. But she could at least throw him around a bit. And that would be entertaining.
Lyris writhes as the black and blue stallion sinks his teeth deeper in, digging into the muscle. She yells in frustration as the stallion somehow manages to move against the wind, drawing his body closer in to hers.
Without warning, a glancing blow hits her shoulder. Nothing serious, but it causes her to veer violently to the side. And immediately after, the teeth in her withers finally release, and Phaedrus is pushed away by the winds.
She sighs with relief as she rises up above the stallion’s head, watching him as becomes smaller and smaller her below her. The bite on her withers still smarts. What a scrappy bastard!
She is both amused and impressed when she sees his plan for protecting himself against the hail now falling from the sky. Her eyes narrow as she watches the odd rubber like ball of stallion huddling down against the onslaught of hail. Effective, but not perfect. His vital organs are protected - hidden away from the the falling balls of ice - but his extremities are more vulnerable. She can still bang him up a bit, though she won’t seriously injure him. Which is good. This is a mock after all! She doesn’t want to cause lasting damage. She can’t help but smirk though as a couple of the hail chunks strike him.
But he doesn’t stay down for long. After a short while, the black and blue stallion manages to struggle out of the storm. Lyris grins as he fights his way towards her, slowly rising up from the ground, without retaking his proper solid shape. She notes that he appears to be favouring one of his wings - clearly she got him with one of the chunks of hail.
His odd, rubbery body grows ever closer, and Lyris’ own caution grows. Shaking the bastard loose the first time had been more than a little difficult. She’s not exactly willing to go through the experience a second time. She waits until the very last possible moment, then drops out of the sky, completely avoiding his attack.
She drops in free-fall, the air rushing past her at an alarming rate. When she’s a safe distance away, she finally unfurls her wings and forces the wind up against her body, bring herself to a jerky, but soft landing.
But, she doesn’t stop. The battle isn’t over yet. She reaches upward, letting her still raging adrenalin lend strength to her power, and calling upon the storm she’s already created. The thick grey clouds turn black, and light begins to flicker through them. Energy begins to build. Then, she draws it down. She aims the lightning blast in Phaedrus’ general direction, but she doesn’t bother too much with accuracy. She doesn’t actually want to hit the stallion - she could seriously injure him if she did that. She just wants to distract him from her second attack.
She pulls the cold air down from the sky and draws warm air up, causing them to converge. The funnel that forms is a small one - long and thin, arching down to the dirt. She could call up bigger of course, but she doesn’t actually want to kill Phaedrus.
She throws the little tornado in Phaedrus’ direction, controlling it with changes in pressure, temperature and wind. Considering his wings, his odd rubbery body and the small size of the vortex, she likely won’t hurt him badly. But she could at least throw him around a bit. And that would be entertaining.
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
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