and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
She is unmoving as he thunders on ever closer, standing stock still even as he reaches her right side and rises up. It proves to be a mistake on her part, as his hooves strike out and successfully make contact with her back.
A cry rips itself from her throat at that moment, primal and furious as it echoes across the barren steppe and burrows into his pinned ears. Just as gravity begins to bring him back down to earth, the obsidian warrior outstretches her wings, and for a moment Ulric expects her to take flight - in which case, he would be completely and utterly screwed - but she doesn't.
Her intention may be to smack the feathered appendage into his legs, and it does, striking the area just above his right gaskin and instinctively causing him to jerk his leg up in an awkward motion as his weight comes bearing back down to earth - but it does not have the desired effect. It was more an uncomfortable feeling than a painful one, but perhaps later it will bruise, the ghost of a memory of their battle.
But as Ulric brings his right leg back down to steady himself and his front feet finally grace the uneven ground beneath them, he pushes against it with his front legs to swing his front half to the right, closer to Aislinn's head, and aims to step on the very tip of her right wing with his left front hoof. A warrior he may be, willing to do whatever it took to protect hearth and home, but he would not unjustly go out of his way to truly damage another's wings - never the wings.
From there, hoping to have pinned the wing down, the roan swings his rear around closer to his temporary foe, dropping his head as he kicks out towards her hopefully more exposed, tender flank.
"Holla"
A cry rips itself from her throat at that moment, primal and furious as it echoes across the barren steppe and burrows into his pinned ears. Just as gravity begins to bring him back down to earth, the obsidian warrior outstretches her wings, and for a moment Ulric expects her to take flight - in which case, he would be completely and utterly screwed - but she doesn't.
Her intention may be to smack the feathered appendage into his legs, and it does, striking the area just above his right gaskin and instinctively causing him to jerk his leg up in an awkward motion as his weight comes bearing back down to earth - but it does not have the desired effect. It was more an uncomfortable feeling than a painful one, but perhaps later it will bruise, the ghost of a memory of their battle.
But as Ulric brings his right leg back down to steady himself and his front feet finally grace the uneven ground beneath them, he pushes against it with his front legs to swing his front half to the right, closer to Aislinn's head, and aims to step on the very tip of her right wing with his left front hoof. A warrior he may be, willing to do whatever it took to protect hearth and home, but he would not unjustly go out of his way to truly damage another's wings - never the wings.
From there, hoping to have pinned the wing down, the roan swings his rear around closer to his temporary foe, dropping his head as he kicks out towards her hopefully more exposed, tender flank.
"Holla"
Summary: Is hit in the right gaskin by Aislinn's wing. Swings his front half around to try and pin her right wing to the ground by stepping on the tip of it. Swings rear around to the left and kicks out for her flank.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1 (pinning the wing if that counts??)
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: None
Response Deadline: September 10th, 2017
Tags: @Aislinn @kay @inkbone @Sid
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1 (pinning the wing if that counts??)
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: None
Response Deadline: September 10th, 2017
Tags: @Aislinn @
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