[AW] threnody

[Maxence]

Blessed are they who stand before The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter. Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just. The commander was moments or seconds from being thrown right from the hackles of the beast, and already his mind wantered fro mthe task at hand to the imminent possibility of being knocked spine-first into the canyon below or into the slab beneath. The crunch of his own bones haunted him and he did what any soldier ought to never ever do as the sight unfolded before him - he stopped.   Frozen, terror gripping at his heart as his blue gze caught sights of broken arrows, spear tips and wood all shoved into the back of this fiend's neck,  naught but scar tissue holding them in place. How many times had this exact trap been sprung on this thing? Or rather, on other Solterrans. Maxence was almost completely convinced by now as he beat his wings above those of the Teryr's that they were the quarry, and perhaps had been all along. Ten, fifteen arrows he could see stuck into this monster's back, and not a single one had ever brought it more than an itch. As Bexley sought to ruin the final piece of unspoiled membrane and Avdotya's spear was finally lanced his way the painted soldier gave a roaring warning to the commoner, to all. "RUN!"  Easily he caught the warrioress's spear within his telepathic range, also grasping it between his teeth for extra force. Stamping down upon a broken speartip, then an arrow with his other free front foot, the Commander sought to open the failed wounds of old before he would attempt to create the final fatal blow. "RUN!" He boomed once more not expecting them to understand, but he could only hope. The fiend screamed under his feet, soon to toss his head from side to side in a violent shaking motion until the commander and his lance was thrown sky-high. The force of the throw against his wings made it impossible for the man to even begin to flare them and there was little he could do aside from brace his fall.  First came the TWANG of the spear against the rock beneath, then the SLAM of Maxence's spine as he crumbled upon the slab. Uponthe cliffs edge he had been thrown, his mane dangling off. Wings flayed across the ground, legs dangling over winded lungs, Maxence was almost ready to submit to defeat. Through eyes of an entire ocean he watched the bloodied jaws of his enemy approach, the boom of each foot fall as it approached the final target and the one that had caused the most pain. Blood leached from it's wings where each warrior had stripped his feathers and torn skin from bone, it's tail limp and beyond repair, and it's neck a devastation of former wounds and new. With the beast upon him, it's jaws opening slowly and readily for the kill, Maxence was on the precipice. It would be so easy to just give in - just slump against the rock face and wait for the demon to take you. But there and then the commander saw an opportunity. As slowly as the beast opened it's jaws, it's rumbling growl growing in it's throat until it blocked all other sound, Maxence raised Avdotya's spear towards the sun.  In seconds, the rumbles and growls turned to silence. THE TERYR IS HERE @Seraphina @Leviathan @Bexley @Inkheart @Avdotya @Torstein RIP

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