let our eyes show the
fire in our hearts tonight
fire in our hearts tonight
She was born a fighter, a gatekeeper of an endless war between divinity and mortality -- it was her reckless mortality that has nearly killed her once, twice, a dozen times, her unwanted divinity the only thing that kept her from following the reaper into whatever life awaited after this one. She was born a fighter, with scabbed over knuckles and a crooked grin, fitting into her iron armor like the skin she had never quite been comfortable in, with her blood thrumming in her veins as she approached the battlefield. The pockmarked Steppe is a familiar sight to her weary eyes, a homecoming that wasn’t quite true -- Terrastella would always be her home, but there is something about a battlefield that feels like a warm embrace, like she’s found somewhere she belongs.
There will be no quarter given in this fight, she knows, no mercy between two nearly-identical demigods. Just the thought sends shivers of static crackling down her guard feathers, barely visible in the approaching purple twilight. It will be a difficult fight, she knows -- they’re too similar in build to get any sort of advantage, and any attempt to use her antlers could easily be parried by the gleaming, pronged horn upon Israfel’s head. Her chestplate, inscribed with reaching lightning bolts and the setting sun emblem of Terrastella, would hopefully be enough to ward away any attacks to her chest -- but what of her unprotected flanks and neck, the tender flesh exposed?
Not to mention, she would need to split her attention between the warrior on the ground and the flaming phoenix in the sky.
“I wouldn’t expect you to,” She quips back with an easy grin as they face each other, two identical statues for a brief moment before the cadet throws her weight forward in a sudden, violent feint -- testing Israfel’s reaction time, but instead of connecting, the perlino pegasus twists away and throws open her wings, leaping from the ground beneath to take her place in the sky with a series of rapid wingbeats. “Come and get me, then!” she challenges with the setting sun at her back, a deliberate halo of light intended to help mask her from Israfel’s eyes.
A singular beat, two, then three -- she waits to see if the golden pegasus will take her bait, to bring the battle to the open sky above them, and then she folds her wings and dives with the wind screaming in her ears, her teeth bared and forelimbs outstretched to batter at the body before her. In the heat of the moment, she doesn't know if she connects or not -- and as alarm bells scream in her mind, as she flirts with the possibility of crashing, she flares open her wings and allows the wind to yank her away. Her wings angled to turn her momentum into an escape, to keep away from closer quarters with the more experienced mare.
It is exhilarating. It is terrifying.
It's something she could fall in love with, over and over, how reckless she could be with her own mortality.
Summary: theo feints a charge at israfel and uses the momentum from her leap to take flight, using the sun for cover as she climbs. she challenges israfel to follow her, but regardless if israfel does or not, she divebombs at the other pegasus, intending to hit her with her front hooves -- whether she hits or not, she opens her wings and banks left to try and escape whatever Israfel's retaliation might be, planning to play a game of cat-and-mouse.
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: none
Response Deadline: 2/20/19
Tags: @Israfel, @Sid, @inkbone, @Sparrow, @nestle, @
she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
