you have heard the stories about how the dead have already cried, like crushed grass and wilted flowers and memories carved into stone, then forgotten.
Helios does an awful lot of moving.
Jask does not--from their distance the crowd does not see he is hollow, cannot feel the emptiness coming off him in waves. All he is is the point of his long, long horn that flashes like steel in the sun and those three sharp, dead, blank eyes angled up to see his opponent begin all that terrible motion.
Jask is patient as he does, still as the skin of a lake and twice as murky. Helios lunges forward at speed, on Jask's right. Helios lifts his spear--up, not back, with the intention to slash, and not throw--and the unicorn watches him go, stepping out of the way but clearly unhurried to do so.
He is no stranger to pain. He has known suffering all his life. And when he is slow, when the spear falls and pain blooms in a streak of fire and blood on his shoulder, he is filled with nothing but holy silence. Pain has always sounded like a hymn to him. Pain is the hand of god on your skin-- and it is not a benevolent god, not a kind god.
It is a god that speaks in bubbling blood and the fire of agony. The Circle says their god is agony, and agony, and agony, over and over because it must be. And Jask hasn't stopped to wonder why.
He hasn't stopped to wonder anything.
He is all red blood and gray skin and black horn, when the pain has cleared from his face, draining into the background as a sharp, throbbing thing. Jask limps when he rights himself and turns to see Helios, still facing him but slightly behind, now.
The holy man does not wait to make his move, either, leaning back to pivot on his hind legs and lunge once the front have landed, turning his head to catch it and the spear of his horn against Helios side in an attempt to shove the soldier as hard as he can manage, hopefully knocking the thin-skinned bone of Helios' legs in the process.
--And Jask does not retreat. He is empty but not stupid, and his weapon is no spear, no bow. So Jask pushes, and pushes, and pushes-- and Jask aches, and aches, and aches-- and Jask bleeds.jask
Jask does not--from their distance the crowd does not see he is hollow, cannot feel the emptiness coming off him in waves. All he is is the point of his long, long horn that flashes like steel in the sun and those three sharp, dead, blank eyes angled up to see his opponent begin all that terrible motion.
Jask is patient as he does, still as the skin of a lake and twice as murky. Helios lunges forward at speed, on Jask's right. Helios lifts his spear--up, not back, with the intention to slash, and not throw--and the unicorn watches him go, stepping out of the way but clearly unhurried to do so.
He is no stranger to pain. He has known suffering all his life. And when he is slow, when the spear falls and pain blooms in a streak of fire and blood on his shoulder, he is filled with nothing but holy silence. Pain has always sounded like a hymn to him. Pain is the hand of god on your skin-- and it is not a benevolent god, not a kind god.
It is a god that speaks in bubbling blood and the fire of agony. The Circle says their god is agony, and agony, and agony, over and over because it must be. And Jask hasn't stopped to wonder why.
He hasn't stopped to wonder anything.
He is all red blood and gray skin and black horn, when the pain has cleared from his face, draining into the background as a sharp, throbbing thing. Jask limps when he rights himself and turns to see Helios, still facing him but slightly behind, now.
The holy man does not wait to make his move, either, leaning back to pivot on his hind legs and lunge once the front have landed, turning his head to catch it and the spear of his horn against Helios side in an attempt to shove the soldier as hard as he can manage, hopefully knocking the thin-skinned bone of Helios' legs in the process.
--And Jask does not retreat. He is empty but not stupid, and his weapon is no spear, no bow. So Jask pushes, and pushes, and pushes-- and Jask aches, and aches, and aches-- and Jask bleeds.
Summary: Jask watches blankly as Helios sets up for his attack, and dodges but not desperately, so the spear gashes his right shoulder. Once he can think through the pain, which takes long enough for Helios to right himself, Jask drop his head and lunges forward, using his full body weight to shove Helios with his shoulder, aiming to block the front legs from touching his face (and maybe whacking them in the process, depending on what Helios does) with the shaft of his horn.
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
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Response Deadline: June 16
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(Darkrise and I discussed the missed deadline and decided that we were fine on it-- with Syn's blessing, since it's a Colosseum match and not a challenge, we'd like to go forward with the thread, hopefully disregarding the missed deadline. But, if that's not an option, we wanted to finish the fight anyway and the win can default to Helios, does not matter to me!)
