the ground is breaking right under me

Preybot · 05-09-2012, 10:36 AM

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(--) Oh stealing Sie's set up because I caaaan ♥

Jannik Anders

Jannik let out a cry of victory and watched as the pretty she-wolf collapsed to the ground. He had no time to bask in his victory, however—a savage roar cut through his thoughts just as quickly as teeth and claws sunk into the damaged armor. He did not fear this, but a massive weight was upon him, and this was what made fighting so dangerous. Above him was a beast, black and white and covered in blood, and he imagined that any sort of hell demon might look like such a thing.

He stepped back and swung, sword striking deep in the shoulder of the massive animal. Blood gushed as he drew back but even this did not slow the attack. Several hundred pounds of mass launched itself upon him. Before he knew it he was staggering, falling, and hit the ground. Desperation took him. Jannik thrust with his sword but a gigantic paw came down on his chest, forcing the blow to the side. It struck against the beast’s arm, again drawing blood, again wounding him, but even this did not stop the attack.

In a rage, Jannik screamed and continued to struggle, continued to strike and stab and cut even as his armor was crushed, bit by bit, under the weight of the animal. He felt something snap and knew it was a rib, then another. He howled, no longer just in anger, but now in pain.

Kalle Niko

He had missed the blonde girl, but the pretty dark one was right ahead. This would be too easy; she had already fallen. An arrow was notched into the crossbow, though he struggled with loading it. Despite his familiarity with the weapon there was still time needed to load the pressurized thing. By the time he had managed it, he was nearly upon the child.

The arrow flew just as he steadied it, hoping to strike the fallen child and wound her. She was pretty, of course, but one could not overlook that she was a hybrid—she was very petite, very pointed in the face. He aimed for this, but the horse was jerking under him and the shot was flawed. A black form launched forward, throwing itself in a spinning movement that surprised him. She came for him, though, and this he understood.

An arm went up to protect himself but the force was still felt. He struggled to stay in his saddle and felt the horse turn sharply, pulled by the reins and yanked hard by the force of the attacker. It screamed under him and staggered, and only then did his balance give way to the falling animal.

Kalle struggled for his feet, forgoing the archery for the sword on his side. He managed to draw it and swing up, as if to wield off whatever might come. Behind him another horse was charging, but it was Jonas, rushing towards him. He was carrying a white form and swinging his sword, but it was a single attack and one not meant to truly offer assistance—the man and horse charged on and away, into the forest.

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