06-08-2008, 04:49 PM
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  Yeah, thinking he needs Lubomir, though Lubomir can give the call before Skoll is in trouble, in case Tay or someone wants to come in?  The warrior turned his head back slightly, his eyes wide as the adrenaline flushed through his blood, his senses and reflexes becoming enhanced as his body geared up for the fight. It wasn't fear in his eyes, but a frightening intensity. He stood with wooden shield at the ready on his left side, war knife in his left hand, the blade extending from just under the shield, his axe held back poised to strike in his right. SteelRose stood, the same intensity evident in her own eyes, though an eery grin seemed to change the mood of her complexion entirely. Her armor rested on her shoulders and elbows, knees and two plates hung from a leather strap about her neck which provided protection for her chest and the top of her back. It wasn't as thick as some other armor he'd seen...he thought his axe could bite through it, though it would be hopeless with his knife. "I didn't hear anything! You make sure Tayui knows, damnit! If I fall the pack needs to know what's loose in their lands!" It was as he made this pronouncement that the coyote's smiling lips parted, her white teeth gleaming in the early morning gloom, and she rushed forward. Skoll's body was big, but it was not slow. His ear twitched, and immediately he jolted into motion, backward, away from the darting point of one of her swords. His upraised shield blocked the second blade as he brought his axe around in a swift arc--missing her left hand which had already withdrawn in preparation for another attack. He tried to make a feint with his dagger, but her swords were long and his knife, though long as far as knives went, was no match for her reach; she didn't even flinch, and her left hand drove the tip of her sword toward his face. Steel parted flesh along Skoll's cheekbone, and he again gave ground. Some instant, subconscious calculation in his brain knew that her next sword would collide his shield, and he pushed forward, knowing already that he was not rushing into her second blade, and swung the axe brutally into her body. Metal shoulder armor jarred, and a wide crack was cut into it, but only a meager amount of blood issued from the wound as she in turn backpedaled. Her right hand sword slashed a gash in his upper arm as she retreated, just above the shield. He paused for a fraction of a second before pushing forward, moving his body slightly to her left, presenting his shield more easily to her blades. Her right sword made a dull sound as it hit his shield, and her left-hand blade was prevented from finding his chest by the edge of his shield, refusing the angle needed to pierce him. His axe swept in, the spike flying as shrapnel from her left shoulder accompanied by a brief spurt of crimson from the hole in the armor, and she backed away as the bigger wolf rounded on her. The tip of her sword nicked the top of his snout as she did so, but his attention was riveted on her, and the minor pain seemed not to have registered. Even so, the maniacal glee in her eyes had not subsided, nor had her grin. She was enjoying this. She lunged forward, her right blade fouled by his shield yet again, and then batted away by his axe. It would have been easy to miss her thumb spiraling away into the grass if her sword hadn't jarred out of her hand in the process. Her left blade proceeded to penetrated his tricep a heartbeat later, causing excruciating pain as he followed through with the back swing. She avoided it easily. He jabbed with his dagger, now not having to worry about her right sword to foil him, and she gave ground. Enough ground for his axe to be brought back around again. It came in a wide arc, and stopped suddenly. Perpendicular to his forearm protruded the two-foot steel blade of her remaining sword. As his swing accelerated to its target, the tip of the blade had found his arm, pierced the muscle and driven to the radius bone, largely with the help of his own momentum. Right arm quivering, Skoll felt his fingers lose their strength, and his axe fell to the ground. He lashed out with his dagger, feeling the force drive the point of the knife through facial bone in her upper jaw and into her nasal passages. She jerked backward, taking her sword with her. The shock and adrenaline kept him from crying out when she wrenched the blade from his arm, but he hadn't quite had time to react before she slashed at his face, tracing a thin red line just adjacent to his right eye. Skoll lifted his shield and began to back away as she renewed her attack, holding his useless right arm off to his side and behind him. He had always wondered if he could defeat her if his life depended on it...she had been so fearsome in the war that he was glad that he had never needed to find out. His life depended on it now. He was losing. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written. |