the dead are gone
She rams full bore into his hindquarters, sending the green and teal stallion reeling. He scrabbles at the earth to stay upright, but Lexa has no time to take advantage. At full speed she stumbles, then somehow manages to keep her feet, her body careening past the Chamber stallion.
The pain of the collision shakes her though. What the hell is she doing? She’d promised Lagertha that she’d never lose control ever again …
For one clear moment, the Khaleesi’s voice rings out in her head, repeating what she’d said during their last meeting. “We all lose control at some point, and like it or not, it will probably happen again. Emotions are funny like that. Apparently it’s how you know you’re alive, or some similar saying.”
Turns out Lagertha had been right.
But she doesn’t have the luxury to ponder that now. She can’t afford to lose control here - she has to put the needs of her kingdom first. If she were to kill him, she could put the Jungle in a very difficult position. And the Jungle cannot afford a situation like that at the moment.
But, she can still give him a good thrashing. And plot for a day when the Jungle is far stronger …
She stops several metres away from her opponent, taking the moment to catch her breath, while keeping one eye on the stallion. Her right shoulder and the right side of her chest (where she’d made impact with Lupei) are burning - a deep, sharp burn that lets her know she’s bruised herself badly, probably even done some muscle damage.
There’s no time to truly consider the damage however - the stallion has become a wolf (she cringes mentally at the sight, remembering her mother, but keeps control this time), and is clearly considering his next attack.
The wolf lunges at her injured side, mouth wide, teeth at the ready. Despite his obviously injured hind leg he closes the gap between them in seconds, and she has just enough time to pull carbon from the earth and wrap her legs in armour before the vicious teeth sink grasp onto her canon bone. But she doesn’t have time to properly thicken the armour, and while his teeth do not rend her flesh, the crushing force of the bite does not miss the tendon in her leg.
[BLOCK]
She stumbles back when his teeth finally let go, her leg screaming in pain. She doesn’t take the time to test it (though she’s sure it will hurt to walk on for a while) and acts instinctually, pulling carbon from the earth and sending a great solid ball of the material soaring after him, as fast as she can whip it. She would have sent spikes at him from the ground, but that would have been more likely to fatally injure him. She’ll just have to settle for bruising him and possibly breaking a few bones with her ball of carbon.
Attack completed, Lexa stumbles backwards even more, favouring her right foreleg, and creates a full carbon armour. She wants to be out of the way of any possible backlash.
[L3 ATTACK]
and the living are hungry.
lexa.
And thank you for being so patient!
