BEXLEY BRIAR
Is this a joke, you confrontational piece of shit - one venomous gripe and Bexley is on her feet, pelting full speed over the sand toward the Day Court with Maxence’s call of to arms, Solterra! still ringing with deafening force within both ears. Hardly a season for those who had been injured to recover, and here they are again. Her thoughts are bitter, but her heart belongs to the desert, to this court, and of course she heeds the call with nothing more than a moment of curious pause. Half-caked in sand and hair spinning wild circles around her face, the champion does not think to prepare, the monstrous, familiar rise of the teryr’s body enough to send her into something of a frenzy. The air is thick with the scent of it, with sand being beaten high into the sky. The roar that comes from its lungs is enough to shake her to those ivory bones. And besides that, it’s landed in the middle of their hub: if they don’t kill it soon every one of their ancient buildings will be completely, utterly fucked, and Solis help her, Bexley does not want to waste her time rebuilding them from the ground up.
She comes to a hasty stop at the edge of the clearing, so quickly that sand sprays up from the places her hooves help her slide to halting. With one quick glance she places many of the Solterrans she knows as having already taken their places in the fray, and attempts to pin down a place she’ll actually be of use: both wings are taken, and without the ability of flight, or even a horn she could use to rush it, her options are limited. Bexley’s heart pounds a sickeningly hard, quick beat inside her chest. Her head spins and the edges of her vision are fuzzy as she pants, trying to find her center, some semblance of balance, a middle point, but in the chaos it’s impossible. For a moment she stands frozen, unsure. Then, thank Solis, a sudden rush of instinct pulls at her ribs, and Bex chases it at a startling sprint.
Rushing past Eden and Vadim, slender body weaving through the mayhem of moving parts, she thinks of birds and deer and hollow bones and launches her full weight at the closest of the teryr’s legs, sharp-curving hooves outstretched.
41 health, 7 attack HAHAH
