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  • Posting Order: Alma, Draugr?
  • NPC Participants & Player Controller: Karel, Piet. Vague mention of Chryses.
  • Desired Result: Karel will die, not sure about Piet.
  • Participants: Draugr, Ithiel (NPC?)

In other news, I am slow.


Alma was in the back of Inferni's war-band. Her bright orange fur was concealed with dried mud and bits of foliage. Her hair was pulled into one large braid and tied with sinew, instead of the four she usually had dangling around her mane. She wanted no distractions and nothing blocking her view, which might happen if the smaller braids came loose and her hair blew in her face.

The orange coyote had tried to make sure she was prepared for the coming battle: she selected her best crafted arrows to place in her quiver, made sure her bow had no cracks that might lead it to breaking mid-battle, tied knife she'd acquired from a previous fight around her belt and made sure to rest before the fight. The latter had been difficult to do with the coming battle in mind, and now she was left wondering she had forgotten something or left it in her den.

Adrenaline flooded her system when the camp came within sight. It was telling her to charge her opponents and attack, but the coywolf managed to restrain herself; she knew her strength lied in her ability to use a bow, not in her knife-wielding. She wouldn't stand a chance against these armed wolves, particularly while they were on horseback. While the rest of her clan dispersed into the Boreas camp, she skulked behind a bush and observed the melee from the relative safety of the camp's edge.

There was a red-eyed, gray wolf within her range. He held a contraption she'd never seen before, was firing projectiles at a dark woman she immediately recognized as Chryses. She was fighting another wolf at close range. Alma had no idea of her skill or whether she was able to fend off two attackers, but it struck her as unfair. The coyote raised her bow, deciding she'd even the odds a little. She notched an arrow, aimed for his head and released.

It hit him in the back, producing a cry of pain and surprise from the male. Her aim was off, but it had hit nonetheless. She would have been pleased if she had time for emotion. As it was, she withdrew another arrow from her quiver and fired.

The wolf turned to face her. He spotted the arrow coming towards him and moved so it merely grazed the side of his face. Before Alma could pull another arrow out of her quiver, he raised his crossbow and released a bolt. She had just enough time to drop her bow and raise her arms in front of her face.

The force of it surprised her; she lost her balance and fell backwards into the dirt. Alma lied stunned for several seconds, before it occurred to her that she should move before he came close. She pulled out the bolt stuck in her arm, then sat up and hunched behind the bush. She picked up her bow, but her injured arm was too unsteady to hold it. With a growl of frustration, she dropped it and pulled her quiver off.

It took longer for the male to load his crossbow than it did for her to notch an arrow, which gave her some time to prepare, but not enough. He released another a bolt. Although he couldn't quite see the coyote, he wasn't stupid and knew she was hiding behind that bush.

The bolt hit the ground beside Alma. Just a few inches closer, and she might have had another wound. She pulled the dagger out of her belt, holding with her steady hand. It was fortunate that her dominant hand had avoided being wounded, or she might not have been able to use even that. She was taking a big chance with this as it was; she wasn't good at close combat, but she had a suspicion that her opponent wasn't either, because he had chosen to shot at her through a bush instead of running to attack her while she was on her back.

The orange coyote pulled herself up and sprang from the bushes, curling her lip to show her teeth. No words came of her mouth, but they weren't needed. The gray male fiddled with his crossbow in an increasingly frantic manner as the mud-covered creature ran towards him, then finally dropped it and pulled out a knife of his own.

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(459) Will probs have Ithiel show up to ~*save the day*~ or something equally silly. XD



Draugr is by me!

The dark-furred wolf-dog didn't know what was he was doing here. She had been excited enough when they discovered the camp, knowing they'd fall upon it soon enough and smash the attackers to pieces, but in the midst of battle, she was afraid -- more afraid than she'd ever been in her short life, in reality. In her Secui form, Draugr ran large, but size mattered little against armored opponents. Still, it was all she could do. Draugr knew no weaponry, she owned no horse, and there was little else she could do against these foes. Thankfully, she was not alone. Inferni and Salsola together were a large group, and by sheer numbers alone, they might well triumph.

Other than a scrape along her back and a strong ache in her shoulder, Draugr had managed to come out unscathed thus far. She darted through the forest, snapping at combatants when she could, avoiding their weapons as best she could. Thus far, she'd avoided the ones with projectiles -- and good for her, too, since she wasn't quite sure how one was supposed to fight an enemy from afar in four-legged form. There was one on the edge of the fray, however, and Draugr stopped a moment, crouching beside a tree. It was leaning wildly, almost completely fallen, but the tree still lived, and its greenery provided the moment of cover Dra needed to assess the situation.

A red-haired coyote moved nearby, in possession of another projectile-firing weapon. Draugr's head snaked from one combatant to the other, and she narrowed her pale eyes as the coyote was hit. Deciding she ought to move, the hybrid paced wide around the wolf with the crossbow, moving as quickly as she dared. It wasn't necessary to keep absolutely silent -- the sounds of battle were loud enough to conceal most sounds of motion -- but the hybrid still needed the element of surprise. She shot out of the underbrush and toward the wolf at the same time as the fire-haired coyote exploded from her cover, and they seemed ready to converge upon the wolf.

And then, the whole world was spinning! There was a great crash and a feeling of impact, though the feeling was brief enough. Dra lost consciousness for a brief moment, and when she woozily lifted her head, she realized she had been thrown clear of the first wolf, and another on horseback was bearing down on her. The wolfdog struggled to her feet and almost fell as she placed weight on one of her legs -- it had gone completely numb, and she just barely scooted out of the way of the horse's hooves, avoiding another impact with the animal.

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