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Preybot · 05-03-2012, 10:58 PM

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Saule Anders

The shield was not enough -- though Saule jerked the thing to try and parry the woman's thrust, the spear was too quick for the bulky wooden thing she carried, thick oak covered with leather. Both the oak beneath and the leather covering were battle-scarred, the thick hide torn open to expose the dark wood beneath. It flew past her sword and struck Saule's side, gouging through the thick leather and slicing into flesh beneath. The pale woman grimaced, baring her teeth in a snarl at the sudden pain, but the would was not fatal -- it had grazed her side, perhaps even deep enough to touch a rib, but it had missed the important parts. Organs, heart and lung and bowel -- these were intact.

The grullo was a lighter horse than the silvery beast the big woman rode, but her hooves were slower, and Saule was very nearly astonished to whirl her head around and see the dark woman gaining on her rear. The sharp scent of blood was on the air, and the pale wolf was aware of a wetness along her side where blood had begun to leak from the wound. If only this woman had not sided with the coyotes and half-bred mongrels -- Saule could see, plainly enough, the large canine was wolf, through and through. She dug claws into the mare's side this time, just the barbed points of her deadly-sharp points, and the grullo gave a scream of pain. She surged forward all the same long black limbs stretching out to devour the earth and gain distance between herself and the dark woman's grizzled horse.

Piet Theodorus

His horse gave a wail and reared more fully. Piet, seeing his opportunity, leapt to the ground upon the horse's return to all four feet. The bay gelding screamed and threw his hooves back and forth, streaming blood from his wounds. Piet landed on the earth heavily, on all fours, and sprung back to his feet, ignoring the fate of the animal. There were more horses -- always more horses.

Piet was not the most well-armed of the Boreas wolves. His specialty was spirituality, not combat, but as all within the wolves' group, he knew enough to have gotten him selected for this mission. His preferred weapon -- the impossibly long bullwhip, cruel black leather with spindly strips of thinner leather at one end, meant to rip and render flesh -- was of no use in these close quarters, and it was better kept curled on his belt. The sword, too, was disadvantaged -- but Piet still had a knife.

He drew it, just in time to see the big Secui leaping toward him. The dark wolf threw up his opposing arm, trying to put the leather and metal gauntlet between her jaws and his flesh.

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