the sweetest, wildest wine
When Amaunet smiles, cruel and beautiful, a distant part of Dune recognizes that he should be afraid. But he isn’t afraid. To his surprise he also isn’t excited, or nervous, or anything at all. He is simply here. He is now. And in the here and now there is a gorgeous, terrifying, nightmare of a woman charging at him like a lion with blood already on its tongue.
It doesn’t take a genius, or even a coward, to realize it would be in Dune’s favor to make this fight a quick one. His opponent is considerably taller and more experienced than himself, winged, and most likely wielding some kind of unseen magic-- although this last point is pure speculation on his part. So, forcefully ignoring every instinct that tells him to run, Dune moves into the charge. He takes two strong strides forward and lunges up to meet Amaunet, catching her attack low and forward on his left shoulder instead of the withers. He grunts through gritted teeth as her teeth sink into meaty flesh and pain floods his senses.
Around the two fighters, and so very far away, the crowd convulses with delight as Dune’s red blood drips upon the dusty colosseum floor. Amaunet uses her size and weight to push Dune to the ground, and his knees are on the brink of buckling when her magic suddenly rips through him like a tidal wave. The blood is pounding in his ears, ringing in time with the stomp of hooves in the stadium and the throb of his shoulder. It sounds like music. It’s-- It’s beautiful, so very beautiful.
“Oh,” realization dawns, “I understand now.”
And what a beautiful understanding it is!
Dune understands, and he does not submit. He lashes up and out with his teeth in an attack similar to her own, except he’s got a large, beautiful wing to sink his teeth into. Now, he really doesn’t know much about anatomy at all... but it seems to him that for all the limb’s size and strength, the place where it emerges from the body is a terrific weak point. So he aims for the joint where the wing meets the shoulder, and if his bite finds purchase he will tug back and forth like a dog on a bone. And then, working with her downward force instead of against it, he will pull sharply downward. If he’s going down, he’ll take her with him.
… Later, still high on the adrenaline, Dune will remember every precise detail of the fight except for one. He will learn it at the tavern, four drinks in, when a stranger tells him that not long after the first blow, his face erupted into a savage grin that lasted the remainder of the fight.
Summary: Dune lunges forward and Amaunet's blow lands painfully on his left shoulder. He attempts to bite her wing where it sprouts from the shoulder. If his bite lands, he will shake back and forth to tear the limb and then pull down to possibly bring both of them to the ground.
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: N/A
Response Deadline: 6/16
Tags: @Amaunet, @Sid, @inkbone, @nestle, @aimless
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: N/A
Response Deadline: 6/16
Tags: @Amaunet, @Sid, @inkbone, @nestle, @
