Silence was immediately followed by the cracking sounds of wings, the screech of a beast he had yet to see. His eyes followed the horizon, dipping over the edge of the vast canyon where the dust was kicked up. Ears flattened further against the crest of his head, their black ombre mass all but disappearing into the swept back expanse of his mane. What the hell was that? He'd be a liar if he said he wasn't at least a little bit unnerved by the size and appearance of this dinosaur-esque like creature.
His head craned back as the beast swept upwards, and he was silently thankful that he often chose not to stand near the crowds. In the chaos that followed the moment after it crested over the edge of the canyon, it had already attempted to take out three and successfully took out one. A husky chuckle hummed in the back of his throat, and he almost felt bad for thinking 'Well, at least she's been shut up' when Inkheart was effectively smooshed.
Maxence took the skies, called the name of a mare he barely knew... and the rest, well, he thought they acted quite a bit more logically than the painted stallion. The stallion that rivaled his own size went for a wing, while resting bitchface incarnate went for the tail. Torstein steeled himself, tightened the spines of his chest, and threw himself forward and into the fray. This was exhilarating, even if he would benefit very little from it all in the end..
He sought to add his own weight onto the wing that Leviathan was working on, launching himself into a half-rear and then seeking to bring his front hooves down heavily. He had them aimed for the joint of the wing that housed the deadly talons that the beast walked with.. It would be hard for the beast to throw Leviathan off, let alone two massive, heavy stallions at once.. and if he could break the joint or the talons, it would only be icing on the cake. Shortly afterwards, Torstein ducked partially under the shoulder of the massive creature's wing, and thrust his upper body into the air, horns aimed directly for the shoulder joint and wing membrane. Should his massive expanse of horns make contact, you can be certain he would make his best attempt to rip and jab. He wanted to cause as much damage as humanely possible before he sidestepped away and circled around the back of the creature, in an effort to avoid that deadly beak.
summary: Torstein backed up as the Teryr crested over the canyon ledge. Once Leviathan attacked, Tor aimed to damage the same wing that Leviathan was. He half-reared and attempted to slam his hooves down on the joint the Teryr uses to walk, hoping to break it or the talons on it. Immediately afterwards, he ducked partially underneath the beast's wing and reared up fully, attempting to jab his horns (which have very sharp edges&tips) into the membrane and/or shoulder joint. Tor then side-stepped out from underneath the wing, and circled back around the back of the beast to avoid it's beak.
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