[M] - those who live are those who fight

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-24-2010, 05:09 AM

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They were coming. Sicarus could feel it in his bones, and he welcomed it. They were three strong today, and with Kai to back him up, Sicarus simply felt invincible. He was on top of the world—together with Vitium they were a damn army, him and Kai and Vitium. Well, they were a three-piece army, anyway, and Sicarus was just damn glad to have some back-up this time around. This was distinctly different from sneaking up on a little girl in the night. Sicarus felt the thrill of real battle for the first time, and he yowled his happiness as Vitium smashed a skull or two, too. Kai seemed to want to hang back a little, and Sic was glad for that—they could use some eyes back there, anyway.

The werewolf was having a grand old time; there was actually a rather sadistic grin spread across his face, at least until the howl rose up from somewhere behind them. It was high-pitched, far moreso than any call Sicarus had heard before. His head snapped around, seeking the source of the sound. He could not see that coyote, but there was another sound, distant and familiar. Hooves! Sicarus had been around horses for some time—he was no horseman, but he had seen them before, at least. They were great big beasts, and he had not been expecting that. Immediately the wolf's gleeful play stopped—this was more serious now. He readied himself as best he could, the adrenaline flowing through his bloodstream and helping immensely to dull the ache emanating from his chest, and crouched downward, slinking toward his fellows with his bat at the ready.

He was still seeking the source of the first howl when he finally saw the horse, some kind of monsterous beast with a skull to match the ones he'd just smashed tattooed across his face. Immediately the werewolf's fangs were displayed, fierce glittering things that showed volumes of rage. The horse came barreling straight for him, and the werewolf hit the deck at the last instant, crouching downwards as far as he could to avoid the blow of the blade. The horse's hooves thundered right past him, and Sicarus nearly bolted out from under them wildly, his heart pounding in his chest. Of all the things he had been expecting, equines were not one of them. Snarling, he watched as another of the canines tackled Kai! This was not going as they had planned.

Before he could come to his fellow's aid, something else hit him, sending him sprawling into the grass on his side. The impact caused pain to rip into his body from his days-old wound, and the wolf could not supress a yowl of hurt. He still gripped his bat, but now the dark-furred coyote was on top of him, pinning him to the ground, and at any moment that beast with the horse might be able to turn him around. Snarling wildly the werewolf choked up on his bat, gripping it halfway up to secure a better grasp on the bat. It was not a close-range weapon. He jabbed wildly at the other canine's shoulders and head with the weapon, hoping to strike a blow and daze her long enough to get knocked out. He had to get up—staying on the ground meant certain doom and Sicarus was not dying thanks to some woman. Sicarus wasn't particularly frangible, but the injury on his chest certainly slowed him down. The other canine was a Secui, and about the same size as Optime Sicarus, who wasn't particularly impressive in any of his forms.

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