galileo
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sober thoughts in drowning minds
It was only seconds later that he was joined in the ring by a woman painted in amber-fire and cream-candle wax.
The throngs who looked upon the pair would see Galileo, but he would not see them. There was focus in his golden eyes, pointed like daggers at their target. It was finally time to fight once again.
He allowed himself a playful attempt towards her, darting her way but retreating in the same heartbeat, not yet looking to land any hits. The adrenaline kicked had already kicked into play, but was heightened by his circling of her, waiting to see how she would react to his challenge. Veins lining his shoulders stood sentinel as the sun beat down upon his dappled back.
Upon the challenger sat some sort of animal skin, and Galileo considered that perhaps it was some sort of lucky charm. A lesser man may have tried to rip it from Saoirse (he'd heard her name from the herald), but he had honour, and would not need to stoop so low to win this battle.
When they had grown used to each other and felt one another out, it was time to try and land a hit. Spinning on his heels, he decides to use what he knows has worked in the past -- his unbridled strength. With an almost carefree glance over his shoulder, he lashes out with his hind legs, a forceful buck heading towards her shoulders. Age has not tamed the brutal force he can put behind such an attack, but it does make him grunt from the exertion.
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@Adonai @Saoirse
galileo's first attempt at an attack c;
The throngs who looked upon the pair would see Galileo, but he would not see them. There was focus in his golden eyes, pointed like daggers at their target. It was finally time to fight once again.
He allowed himself a playful attempt towards her, darting her way but retreating in the same heartbeat, not yet looking to land any hits. The adrenaline kicked had already kicked into play, but was heightened by his circling of her, waiting to see how she would react to his challenge. Veins lining his shoulders stood sentinel as the sun beat down upon his dappled back.
Upon the challenger sat some sort of animal skin, and Galileo considered that perhaps it was some sort of lucky charm. A lesser man may have tried to rip it from Saoirse (he'd heard her name from the herald), but he had honour, and would not need to stoop so low to win this battle.
When they had grown used to each other and felt one another out, it was time to try and land a hit. Spinning on his heels, he decides to use what he knows has worked in the past -- his unbridled strength. With an almost carefree glance over his shoulder, he lashes out with his hind legs, a forceful buck heading towards her shoulders. Age has not tamed the brutal force he can put behind such an attack, but it does make him grunt from the exertion.
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galileo's first attempt at an attack c;
@Galileo speaks
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