the dead are gone
TURN ONE:
She’s more than a little surprised when a member of the Chambers answers her call for a mock. Relations between the two kingdoms have been understandably strained since the war. The thought of facing off with someone who’d also been in that bloodbath doesn’t exactly appeal, but … she can’t bring herself to decline. She doesn’t want to create the chance for him to take offence, or give off the impression of weakness. Besides, the thought of having the chance to beat a little Chamber-ass isn’t completely off-putting.
She eyes the Chamberling stallion from across their little patch of the mocking grounds, taking in his vibrant colouration and his rather distinct lack of mane and tail hair. Bit of an odd looking one if you ask her, though she’s not about to tell him that.
There’s no time to waste on idle thoughts however, as the stallion gets right to it. He picks up speed and moves to run past her. She stands her ground, eyeing him suspiciously, and as it turns out, for good reason. Instead of moving past her he turns at the last moment, charging for her right side.
And then a rising inferno of white flame blazes towards her.
She’s frozen for one, tiny moment.
Her mind flashes back, frozen images flickering through her head.
A grullo appaloosa mare soaring overhead, a wolf latched on to her shoulder …
A massive explosion of blinding white flame consuming them both …
Him.
Lexa absorbs carbon from the earth in one massive gulp. Her body instantly covers itself in a thick, solid, carbon armour. Her voice thunders as the blaze consumes her. “IT WAS YOU!” The fire rages around her, but does not burn, though she can’t entirely escape the affects of the heat. The fire is so hot that the carbon of her armour begins to sublime, and even though she’s fighting to absorb more carbon from the earth, the armour begins to thin. One of her ears begins to burn. She’s not thinking though, she can’t think. This is the bastard that had killed her mother.
[BLOCK]
TURN TWO:
He’s running now, heading away from her, but he’s not going to escape. A violent scream escapes her as the flame dissipates and she breaks into a canter after him. She’s still not thinking, rage blinding her to reason. Her armour fragments away as the mental effort of keeping it up becomes to great.
He stops suddenly, and Lexa picks up speed, moving into an all out gallop aiming for his left side. If she was in full control of her faculties she’d know how foolish she’s being, but she’s beyond reason. There’s no true battle plan in play now, her goal is to run him down, knock him over and throw him into the dirt. He could get out of the way, but at the adrenalin-fed speed she’s moving he’ll be hard pressed to avoid her entirely. She’ll probably hurt herself in the process, but she’s beyond caring. He killed her mother.
[ATTACK: RAGE ROLL 
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and the living are hungry.
lexa.
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