R E I C H E N B A C H
He struck true. The impact was like hitting a brick wall, such was Rostislav's strength, a man of true strength. The dull thud of his hooves hitting true was satisfying to his hungry heart, the burning of adrenaline pumping through his veins asking for more, more, more. Then came the gasping and the wheezing from behind him, giving reason for the gypsy man to turn, his hair splaying wildly around him with the movement. The earth felt like it was his - the soft grass and earth underfoot lending him their durability, the mountains giving strength, the fresh air that rushed down his lungs making him nimble and fierce. If it had been anyone else but Rosti standing there heaving, Reichenbach might have pressed the advantage, might have leaped upon him like wildfire - but it was Rosti. Instead he danced upon his hooves, joyful and wild even as his rump ached.
He'd forgotten about Damaris.
It was his downfall, the complete inability to focus in a fight. All he wanted to do was punch, kick, bite and receive the same in return, a raucous and wild brawl with no rules. There was no focus in the whirlwind of his passion, no reason or logic, just excitement and adrenaline. It was complete and utter luck that as he whirled to grin at Rostislav, he saw the hound coming. Stars above, was she fast. Reichenbach had less than a moment to see Damaris in all her glory, for she moved like lightning, flitting forward too quickly to follow. He had little choice but to leap as she lunged for his leg, the snap of her teeth echoing like a gunshot through the expanse of the Steppe. Reich felt the faintest brush of the hellhounds fur as she missed him by an inch. An inch. Just a tiny bit closer and he'd have had to throttle Rosti for a damn antidote to that acidic venom of hers. The Night King landed with a hefty thud, the muscles in his shoulders rippling elegantly in the sunlight.
Wasting no time, Reichenbach adjusted himself to face his Warden once again. The challenge was there, plain and simple in Rosti's rugged face. Reich grinned ferociously at Rostislav's hoarse scream, responding with his own roar as he pushed into a swift canter toward the man and his bonded. He maintained the speed, rushing toward Rosti with the intention of slamming his own broad chest into his opponents - but there was Rosti's armour, dented and worn but strong as ever. So as he rushed forward, shoving his strong chest toward Rostislav's, he also swung one leg out and under to attempt to take the Wardens legs out from underneath him and bring the mountainous man to the ground.
Summary: Reich leaps over Damaris, feeling the brush of her fur against his leg. Then he roars back at Rosti and charges, aiming to shove him off balance with his chest while trying to trip him with his foreleg.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: -
Response Deadline: 25th August
Tags: @Rostislav @
