06-20-2008, 07:57 PM
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  I power-played a little, though I can try to change it if you like. I just assumed that when Skoll said the proverbial "charge!" Lubomir would charge in with him?  It filled him with remorse that Lubomir refused to leave. The wolf was sorely torn up by his own battles, he wasn't in any kind of shape for a fight of any kind, let alone a fight with a demon like SteelRose. When he gave mention of Phoenix's daughter, Skoll paused. Well, Lubomir couldn't exactly die then, could he? That family had already been devastated by the loss of two sons and a father...he didn't know Ember well at all, but he knew that he desired members of that family to go through as little turmoil as possible. "Then go," he whispered, taking the first step forward himself. "GO!" He sprang forward, shield raised against the scarred and smiling visage of the mad coyote. She took a stab at him, which he intercepted with his shield. She seemed to quickly change her focus to Lubomir, having not committed fully to her lunge she now sought to get rid of him before he could foul up the fight she had already won. It was as she briefly diverted attention, a quick maneuver intended to dispatch the unshifted wolf in a single moment, too fast for the large warrior to react to while taking working defensively with his shield, that the battle was decided. The old wolf had intended to die before he would let her hurt Lubomir. He had built himself up for it, prepared to forge past the next immense pain, to allow himself to be skewered and to move up the sword and deal her a fatal blow of his own...a suicide maneuver. This intent of his was something that no one else would know, it wouldn't be detectable by anyone not on par with SteelRose and himself, and something which he would never share with anyone about this fight. He had planned on dying here, but she failed to predict his offensive-stance, and so she spent the moment she would have had against a defensive fighter to attack her weaker opponent, a moment she did not have. The shield was backed by the momentum of his charge, and it easily pushed her sword-arm out of the way. As she bounced slightly off of him, his shield arm turned, presenting her with the blade of his fighting knife rather than the flat surface of the shield. Stab. He plunged the ten-inch blade into her belly, just below the armor on her chest. Twist. His wrist rotated, brutally wrapping her innards around the turning blade. The woman emitted a piercing scream, which seemed somehow more horrible than the others he'd heard. It seemed surreal, for the mad and monstrous woman to be experiencing pain the same way that everyone else did. Drag. A sickening sound followed the jerky motion of Skoll's arm pulling the blade across the coyote's belly, its path curving sharply upward near the other side, creating a flap which allowed everything inside to flop out noisily. A shudder went through her body, a tremble that didn't stop even as she fell backwards rapidly transitioning from a brief sit to lying flat on her back. He looked down at her. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was wide open too, gasping for air. Her left hand was quivering horribly...Skoll kicked the blade away from it. He turned to Lubomir to see if she had done him any damage. A consistent and loud whimpering was coming from the woman, not something that was at all unusual. Her labored breaths were coming in sharp and pained. "Wow...that h--" she gasped loudly, "Hurts a lot. I s-saw it before, but didn't--" He heard her words, but paid attention still to Lubomir. There would be time for her final words after he made sure the heroic fool beside him was still in one piece. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written. |