03-21-2010, 09:18 PM
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(Branching off directly from this thread. Private for Minos.)
Fire was a hellish thing—he watched the dilapidated shacks go up in the infernos. The smell was terrible, acrid and becoming worse as the accent of singed fur accompanied it. Someone was in there, and it wasn't until the all-too-familiar nightmare form appeared that he realized they had caught Haku Soul himself. He called for his henchmen before immediately rushing towards the grouping of coyote arsonists. Snake traced his path, easily judging that it was going right to Gabriel. He knew this was his duty, and so he prepared himself to move to protect the Aquila.
The Dahlian reinforcements did not give him the chance. They appeared more swiftly than he would have guessed and they were doing as they should in a war situation—diverting the coyotes' attention from the warring leaders. Snake knew that he could not ignore an assailant without repercussions, so he faced the one that had singled him out. A white wolf, pale hairs appearing like a gold-orange halo in the lurid light of the fire. Snake was not intimidated, however—his cold and calculating mind was fully in control. It was part of what made him such a dangerous fighter. He was still and silent until collision—some might snarl or growl or gnash their teeth, but Snake was still and silent. Perhaps that was what made him more dangerous; he didn't give any warnings.
There was no time to avoid so he tried to meet it with a similar attack. Though they were both in Secui form, he was still smaller—such as he was, being a coyote and the other being a wolf. But his jaws were still lethal, snapping as needed. At the moment, however, Snake was playing defensively. He worked on keeping any vital areas (throat, stomach, ect) away from the attacking Dahlian. He would capitalize on whatever opening he perceived in the future.
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(Branching off directly from this thread. Private for Minos.)
Fire was a hellish thing—he watched the dilapidated shacks go up in the infernos. The smell was terrible, acrid and becoming worse as the accent of singed fur accompanied it. Someone was in there, and it wasn't until the all-too-familiar nightmare form appeared that he realized they had caught Haku Soul himself. He called for his henchmen before immediately rushing towards the grouping of coyote arsonists. Snake traced his path, easily judging that it was going right to Gabriel. He knew this was his duty, and so he prepared himself to move to protect the Aquila.
The Dahlian reinforcements did not give him the chance. They appeared more swiftly than he would have guessed and they were doing as they should in a war situation—diverting the coyotes' attention from the warring leaders. Snake knew that he could not ignore an assailant without repercussions, so he faced the one that had singled him out. A white wolf, pale hairs appearing like a gold-orange halo in the lurid light of the fire. Snake was not intimidated, however—his cold and calculating mind was fully in control. It was part of what made him such a dangerous fighter. He was still and silent until collision—some might snarl or growl or gnash their teeth, but Snake was still and silent. Perhaps that was what made him more dangerous; he didn't give any warnings.
There was no time to avoid so he tried to meet it with a similar attack. Though they were both in Secui form, he was still smaller—such as he was, being a coyote and the other being a wolf. But his jaws were still lethal, snapping as needed. At the moment, however, Snake was playing defensively. He worked on keeping any vital areas (throat, stomach, ect) away from the attacking Dahlian. He would capitalize on whatever opening he perceived in the future.