When horn met flesh, Israfel did not look away. It seemed as though it took minutes, but in reality the attack was only a few short seconds. The double-prong tines of her flaming, golden-etched horn cut through the supple flesh of Theodosia’s left flank like a flaying knife, leaving a very distinguishable and crude wound behind. While not deep, it was a long laceration, and without the inevitable aid of a healer it would certainly scar. The battle was not over and Israfel knew better than to let it distract her, so she refocused on her opponent, ears snapping back to lay flat beneath a wild mane of hair. Theodosia’s crimson blood stained the Sun Daughter’s horn as she wrenched her head backwards to disengage from the initial attack, a rolling bead of red trailing down the side of her horn to get lost within the ivory hairs upon her face. Should they not part here, there was a very good chance that their wings and limbs could entangle and send both of them careening into the ground directly below them, and Israfel didn’t exactly fancy ending the battle in such a way. Not yet, at least. Not so easily. This battle would end on her terms or not end at all. Gritting her teeth, her eyes piercing pools of vermilion determination, Theodosia’s scream suddenly rang sharply within her ears. It was far more than just a cry of agony or pain. There was emotion in the sound, deep and profound and unfathomable to anyone who had never experienced the same. Rage, certainly. Heartache, definitely. Determination? Undoubtedly. They were matched, the two of them, and Israfel understood. Oh, but she understood. She understood Theodosia’s grief, her fury, her strengths, and even her weaknesses. They truly were nearly the same, varying in only slight ways. Around them storm clouds seemed to form and collect within the skies, blotting out the meager sunlight provided by the setting sun and stealing away the stars that had twinkled overhead. Thunder echoed throughout the Steppe, the evening breeze beginning to pick up with stronger gusts that buffeted their aerial bodies. The smell of rain and ozone lingered throughout the air, and the Warden of Terrastella managed to just inhale sharp enough to practically taste it when a bright bolt of lightning shot down from the heavens themselves with a mighty, deafening ’crack!’ It struck just before the two fighting demi-goddesses, bright and bold enough to presumably blind them both. “Fuck!” Israfel jerked backwards with a start, eyes clamped shut against the searing, sudden blindness that seemed to overtake her. The lingering effects from the sudden strike of lightning seemed to carry on the wind, a steady current of electrical energy that traveled from the tips of her cloven hooves to the tips of her ears. Wings splayed out wide, legs stretched out in fear of suddenly scraping against the pock-marked land beneath her, the gilded woman struggled to remain airborne from the sudden disorientation. Bright spots danced behind her closed eyelids, and whenever vermilion eyes opened to slits, the spots stubbornly remained. Solaris! The command came quickly, effortlessly traveling from equine to avian. Solaris let out a powerful, echoing cry that pierced the air in a similar fashion of Theodosia’s lightning bolt, and the flaming crimson Phoenix whirled about amidst wind and ozone. Keen lavender eyes spotted Theodosia’s body down below, all soft ivories and luscious locks of ripe alabaster, and then she dove. Down, down, down did the Phoenix descend, twirling once in the free fall as she pulled her wings flush against her narrow sides to dive-bomb the Storm-Caller. Flames licked and caressed against Solaris’ large body, the burning fires illuminating her descent like a flaming arrow into an endless abyss. Solaris had no idea if Theodosia had also been blinded by her own lightning bolt, but she fully intended to treat it as though she had. Like a falling star she plummeted towards the two battling equines, and only when she was close enough to her chosen one’s opponent did the Phoenix snap her wings out to catch her weight, feathers and flames billowing as she slowed her descent to try and strike down upon the cadet’s spread wings. Talons reached out like a rain of daggers, the fury of her flames hot enough to scorch and blister, and Solaris attacked from croup to shoulders. Whether or not the attack would hit, the mythical bird fully intended to soar right on past Theodosia’s antlered head and fly back into the cloudy sky, where she would wait until Israfel’s next command. |
Summary: Pulling back from Theodosia so they both don’t go careening into the ground, Israfel is temporarily blinded by the bolt of lightning that Theodosia had summoned. She called upon Solaris to attack next, and Solaris dive-bomb’s Theodosia while on fire. Solaris attempts to scrape her talon’s up Theodosia’s back or have her be burned by the fires, whichever might happen should Theodosia not avoid the attack.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: LIST ANY ITEMS USED, IF ANY
Response Deadline: 3/6/19
Tags: @Theodosia, @Sid, @inkbone, @Sparrow, @nestle, @aimless
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: LIST ANY ITEMS USED, IF ANY
Response Deadline: 3/6/19
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