the sweetest, wildest wine
Later, with her blood still on his tongue, smeared wine-red at the edge of his lips, he will wonder at the vicious instinct that filled him during the fight. Despite the pain in his shoulder as the medic stitches it up, pressing fragrant leaves into the raw flesh, he will yearn for another brawl. Amaunet will have awakened something in him that will only ever be at peace in the ring, with the chaos of the crowd pressing in on all sides.
In the moment, Dune is pure focus on the fight at hand. His teeth scrabble against Amaunet’s flesh, missing the target he had aimed for but finding firm purchase in the shoulder beneath. He hardly hears her terrifying scream over the hammer of his heartbeat, and surely that’s for the best-- there’s no room for fear now. If he were to let in just a little of it, he would falter; if he faltered here and now, he could very well die.
Quick as a viper, fluid as water, she pulls her body back and lashes forward with her teeth in one smooth motion. Instinctively he’s on the defensive, releasing his clamped teeth and swinging his head away. Her teeth graze the side of his neck, almost breaking the skin. A near miss, well worth the cost of losing his grip on her flesh-- despite the analgesia of adrenaline, his shoulder is already aching from her first attack.
Not wasting a moment, Dune swings his head back to face her, rears up, and strikes out with his hooves. It is not a very elegant attack (remember: his only strategy was to finish the fight as quickly as possible) and as such he is not concerned with precision. Aligned as they are, his hooves are poised to land on her chest or left shoulder. Regardless of which way she moves, he’s likely to land a blow somewhere, and at this point that’s good enough for him. He is careful to lean to the right as his legs return to the ground, in an attempt to keep some weight off his wounded side. This won’t make a huge difference, but it’s all he can do at the moment to prevent further pain and damage to his shoulder.
Summary: More brief commentary on how Dune is having way more fun that he thought he would. When Amaunet attacks he lets go of her shoulder to swing his head away. Her teeth scrape his neck to his great relief-- he'd rather avoid pain, thank you very much. Taking advantage of their closeness, he then rears up and strikes out with his front hooves. It's a bit clumsy and not very targeted, he'll be happy to land a hit anywhere. He's starting to really feel her first attack and just wants to end the fight.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: N/A
Response Deadline: 6/23 (or whenever because I love you and I know you're out this weekend!)
Tags: @Amaunet, @Sid, @inkbone, @aimless
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: N/A
Response Deadline: 6/23 (or whenever because I love you and I know you're out this weekend!)
Tags: @Amaunet, @Sid, @inkbone, @
