cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-07-2012, 04:42 PM

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ems is by nat.

ooc; next post for ems kill post for endre?

As she leapt at the soldier, his horse let out a fearful whinny at the approaching would-be warrior banishing a sword and reared in response, having enough of this battle. Taking the opportunity presented before her she slammed her body into the horses chest, sending the horse and rider cascading to the ground. Within seconds the horse had recovered and was running in the direction the war party had come, his hooves thundering over the landscape. The warrior however, was still on the ground and she approached him, her sword and dagger clutched in both of her hands. He backed up against a trunk of the tree and held the sword he had left, holding it in front of him, poised to strike at any second.

Clumsily, she swung at him, a swing he blocked easily. He retaliated with a sharp swing at her midsection and blood bubbled forth from the wound, the adrenaline muting the pain. Angry that even more wounds were being added to her body from her lack of experience she exploded, slicing and stabbing with her dagger and swinging with her sword, a flurry of metal and blood. The loud clanging of connecting steal rang through the trees, each connection a failure to the young female. The yearling increased the speed and pushed her muscles to swing her weapons harder, and soon they began to mark the other warriors body, though only a few were serious. Fed up with swinging and not getting very far, she aimed her sword directly at his heart, but a deflection from his own steel sent the blade deep into his wounded shoulder, a bellow of pain erupting from his mouth.

In pain he dropped his weapon, and it was there that he realized his mistake. She still had her dagger, and as he went to wrench her sword from his shoulder she swiped at his midsection with her dagger, the blood seeping from the deep wound. The sword came out of the wound and before he had time to aim at her she swiped at his face with her claws, the weapons both of them held clattering to the ground. Sometime in the fray his cloak had fallen off and it was as she was backing away that she fell over it and landed on her back, realizing within seconds the serious disadvantage this put her at. He was on her nary a moment later, punching at her face with enclosed fists. Using her back feet she kicked him off of her, though a fist connected with her jaw that momentarily stunned her.

The male was severely weakened now, and so she jumped on top of him and raked at his eyes and throat with her claws and teeth, the coppery taste of blood on her tongue driving her attack to be more frenzied.

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