the first attack
Anger flares in the beast as the equines begin to crowd around it now. The ground is unsafe, but so is the air, it’s made note of that. The cover of sand is meant to disorient the ones on the ground, to make them back off, but instead, it only serves to make them that much more persistent. The Teryr rises up, wings spreading as it prepares to send up more crimson sand, an intent to blind them all and kick up a bloody storm, before there’s a sound in the air.
It’s like a faint whistling, and in the heat of the day, the beast turns its head, shrieking and snapping its wings forward. As it does, the projectiles of ice make contact, the impacts lessened by the way it uses its wings to break the momentum, blocking the third from its chest. The ice stings, and blood trickles from punctures against scaled and feathered wings as its head rises up, only to peer down at the sudden dome of ice. Another roar, this time near deafening as it plunges forward, a beak longer than most were tall, shattering the thick ice in one sharp blow. It aims for the fishlike one, missing by a faint hair, and snapping jaws close to her body as it does.
It doesn’t have the time to recover, to lift its head properly, before heat hits it. Feathers char, a stink rising up into the air, and another roar leaves its lungs as it turns on the winged one suddenly that’s within range. Foolish. He’s shiny with armor, but it won’t stop the Teryr from snapping jaws forward and clamping them onto a wing, sharp teeth puncturing deep and crunching down as hard as it can. It would continue, if not for the sudden gutting pain in its belly that forces it to let go with a bellowing wail of agony.
Blood spills heavy and thick from the wide wound in its stomach, and the beast turns with a sharp twist. Wings flare, beating at the beast that now carries blood on his horn, slamming the heavy leather of wings against sides to beat bruises into his ribs and send him sprawling, a hit hard enough to stagger him back several steps.
There’s too much happening, it needs to take flight. The panic is beginning to take over the predatory instincts, it has to flee before it loses this battle. Massive wings snap open, a snarl and missed snap of a jaw at a small mare attempting to harm the vulnerable leather, before it lifts its head. There’s movement in the air, enough that it swings and snaps again at the sharp toothed one, bellowing loud enough to rattle the canyon walls. It misses, becoming more and more frustrated that it’s losing focus, unable to strike properly.
Another attempt to flee, a spread of wings, before a shriek bellows from its lungs when something breaks and snaps from the smallest source. A tiny mare, one it did not see, attacking a wing. The delicate bones give and snap on the end, bending at an awkward angle, and it snaps the injured wing outward. A sweep of a massive wingspan slams into the mare to send her sprawling, to bruise her lungs and body, to send her sprawling even more than the large grey beast.
The beast pants, growing more and more agitated. If it cannot fly, it will try to kill them all here on the ground before they can kill it. It will not be taken down or taken lightly any longer, and another lungful of air is released in a scream, one that cuts short when a flaming mass slams into an already injured wing. Israfel hits, and the fracture Cordelia started only shatters, and the scream releases loud.
Fury bubbles in the beast, and even the hit from Solaris does not deter it as it opens a mighty toothed beak and brings it down onto Israfel's wing. It clamps down and twists its head, jerking and slamming around as its entire body moves. Dust and grit are once more kicked up, the functioning wing snapping away from its body, a razor sharp claw on the end ready to swipe at anyone as it tries to nearly dislocate the pale mare's wing. It's only stopped when the pain is too much from the flames licking at the inside of its mouth, releasing jaws and snapping again when she's free, aiming for her head and missing.
Anger churns and another eardrum shattering shriek is given, the beast seeing red as it grows angrier. Adrenaline fuels the beast, and it only seems to be getting more and more terrifyingly violent and damaging the more it is struck and attacked. It's kill or be killed, and it will not go down so easily.
It’s like a faint whistling, and in the heat of the day, the beast turns its head, shrieking and snapping its wings forward. As it does, the projectiles of ice make contact, the impacts lessened by the way it uses its wings to break the momentum, blocking the third from its chest. The ice stings, and blood trickles from punctures against scaled and feathered wings as its head rises up, only to peer down at the sudden dome of ice. Another roar, this time near deafening as it plunges forward, a beak longer than most were tall, shattering the thick ice in one sharp blow. It aims for the fishlike one, missing by a faint hair, and snapping jaws close to her body as it does.
It doesn’t have the time to recover, to lift its head properly, before heat hits it. Feathers char, a stink rising up into the air, and another roar leaves its lungs as it turns on the winged one suddenly that’s within range. Foolish. He’s shiny with armor, but it won’t stop the Teryr from snapping jaws forward and clamping them onto a wing, sharp teeth puncturing deep and crunching down as hard as it can. It would continue, if not for the sudden gutting pain in its belly that forces it to let go with a bellowing wail of agony.
Blood spills heavy and thick from the wide wound in its stomach, and the beast turns with a sharp twist. Wings flare, beating at the beast that now carries blood on his horn, slamming the heavy leather of wings against sides to beat bruises into his ribs and send him sprawling, a hit hard enough to stagger him back several steps.
There’s too much happening, it needs to take flight. The panic is beginning to take over the predatory instincts, it has to flee before it loses this battle. Massive wings snap open, a snarl and missed snap of a jaw at a small mare attempting to harm the vulnerable leather, before it lifts its head. There’s movement in the air, enough that it swings and snaps again at the sharp toothed one, bellowing loud enough to rattle the canyon walls. It misses, becoming more and more frustrated that it’s losing focus, unable to strike properly.
Another attempt to flee, a spread of wings, before a shriek bellows from its lungs when something breaks and snaps from the smallest source. A tiny mare, one it did not see, attacking a wing. The delicate bones give and snap on the end, bending at an awkward angle, and it snaps the injured wing outward. A sweep of a massive wingspan slams into the mare to send her sprawling, to bruise her lungs and body, to send her sprawling even more than the large grey beast.
The beast pants, growing more and more agitated. If it cannot fly, it will try to kill them all here on the ground before they can kill it. It will not be taken down or taken lightly any longer, and another lungful of air is released in a scream, one that cuts short when a flaming mass slams into an already injured wing. Israfel hits, and the fracture Cordelia started only shatters, and the scream releases loud.
Fury bubbles in the beast, and even the hit from Solaris does not deter it as it opens a mighty toothed beak and brings it down onto Israfel's wing. It clamps down and twists its head, jerking and slamming around as its entire body moves. Dust and grit are once more kicked up, the functioning wing snapping away from its body, a razor sharp claw on the end ready to swipe at anyone as it tries to nearly dislocate the pale mare's wing. It's only stopped when the pain is too much from the flames licking at the inside of its mouth, releasing jaws and snapping again when she's free, aiming for her head and missing.
Anger churns and another eardrum shattering shriek is given, the beast seeing red as it grows angrier. Adrenaline fuels the beast, and it only seems to be getting more and more terrifyingly violent and damaging the more it is struck and attacked. It's kill or be killed, and it will not go down so easily.
@Leviathan @Below Zero @Pangaea @Israfel @Sol Bestiam @Faction @Tug @Cordelia
@Sol Bestiam took 10 damage out of their 55 total health from a hit !
@Leviathan took another 4 damage, taking him down to 28 health !
@Cordelia took 4 damage out of her 19 health !
@Israfel took a critical hit of 12 damage out of 92 health. Because it's a critical, it hurts bad, do what you will with this!
The Teryr has taken some damage, but it still looks strong, keep going! It’s now grounded, with one wing fractured deeply!
The Teryr is getting angry and with its health dipping, will now be doing more damage next round in its frenzy to stay alive and take out its prey. Be careful!
@Tug was skipped this round due to missing deadline and not updating oocly! But can be posted next round!
There is no deadline, there is no posting order ! This will make it easier on everyone !
@Sol Bestiam took 10 damage out of their 55 total health from a hit !
@Leviathan took another 4 damage, taking him down to 28 health !
@Cordelia took 4 damage out of her 19 health !
@Israfel took a critical hit of 12 damage out of 92 health. Because it's a critical, it hurts bad, do what you will with this!
The Teryr has taken some damage, but it still looks strong, keep going! It’s now grounded, with one wing fractured deeply!
The Teryr is getting angry and with its health dipping, will now be doing more damage next round in its frenzy to stay alive and take out its prey. Be careful!
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There is no deadline, there is no posting order ! This will make it easier on everyone !
