and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
Not only does his attempt to foley any further lashings from her wings fail, but as his hooves rise up and strike out with considerable force, he's left with the distressing realization that he hits absolutely nothing but the space where Aislinn had been only moments prior.
Gritting his teeth, the roan warrior tries to scramble forward and out of the way just as his hooves return once more to the earth, but by then it is too late. As balanced and sturdy a creature as he was, the force of the mare's attack throws him off balance, struggling to keep himself upright as his front feet pedal, desperately trying to avoid one of the many vermin holes that dotted their battleground. In the end, his feet splay out before him, only narrowly avoiding one of his legs disappearing into a nearby hole.
The pain he feels is instantaneous despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. It burns, radiating from the middle of his left shoulder all the way up to his withers and stemming down towards his elbow, causing him to inhale sharply as he straightens back up with an inward hiss. Perhaps it isn't the worst that he could suffer, but the blow upsets him deeply regardless; to lose ones balance in the midst of battle could spell disaster, especially if his attacker managed to get the upper hand even further by knocking him completely to the ground. How could he have allowed himself to be so sloppy, so foolish and brazen?
Already he knows the journey home will be considerably longer than what it had taken to get here, and though the victor was yet to be decided, Ulric could at least be satisfied knowing that he wouldn't be returning back to Delumine empty handed.
Raising his head and craning it towards his lithe opponent, he once again dips his head towards her. The fight is over, although much too soon in his eyes... even if his shoulder screamed in protest against the notion.
"Holla"
ooc - I'm so sorry for this post, my dear! I thought I had another day left and didn't realize that that wasn't the case until I was settling down for bed <___<'''
Gritting his teeth, the roan warrior tries to scramble forward and out of the way just as his hooves return once more to the earth, but by then it is too late. As balanced and sturdy a creature as he was, the force of the mare's attack throws him off balance, struggling to keep himself upright as his front feet pedal, desperately trying to avoid one of the many vermin holes that dotted their battleground. In the end, his feet splay out before him, only narrowly avoiding one of his legs disappearing into a nearby hole.
The pain he feels is instantaneous despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. It burns, radiating from the middle of his left shoulder all the way up to his withers and stemming down towards his elbow, causing him to inhale sharply as he straightens back up with an inward hiss. Perhaps it isn't the worst that he could suffer, but the blow upsets him deeply regardless; to lose ones balance in the midst of battle could spell disaster, especially if his attacker managed to get the upper hand even further by knocking him completely to the ground. How could he have allowed himself to be so sloppy, so foolish and brazen?
Already he knows the journey home will be considerably longer than what it had taken to get here, and though the victor was yet to be decided, Ulric could at least be satisfied knowing that he wouldn't be returning back to Delumine empty handed.
Raising his head and craning it towards his lithe opponent, he once again dips his head towards her. The fight is over, although much too soon in his eyes... even if his shoulder screamed in protest against the notion.
"Holla"
ooc - I'm so sorry for this post, my dear! I thought I had another day left and didn't realize that that wasn't the case until I was settling down for bed <___<'''
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