AbsurdJinx |
November 1st, 2017 05:35 PM |
Re: October Gathering
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Originally Posted by Celestial
(Post 414398)
Daisyshade flinched when tumblestep jerked beside her and her eyes directed themselves to the DS fighter approching, but rather than coware she stepped forward into a battle stance her teeth glinting not as brightly as the fighter but certainly bright enough to catch Attenion. She was slightly ahead of tumblestep defensively her paw preventing him from running ahead of her just in case. She braced herself for the impact and shut her eyes for a moment trying to calm her beating heart. When no hit came she opened her eyes last moment. To see the fighter switch directions and take tumblestep by surprise. Daisyshade wailed with surprise and found herself spinning to face the warrior with adrenaline pumping through her veins.
As she landed she realized she was in no position to get to tumblestep and panicked, if she could distract him long enough tumblestep could get up and get away with enough time to gather attention from someone else to help them. Muscle memory kicked in and Daisy dropped into the fighters postion again her claws out this time, she looked more wild than she was sane with her breath puffing out in clouds and fading as they rose between her teeth. She than bunched her muscles and sprang in hopes of making contact with her enemy, than hitting the ground following her rebound wether it succeeded or not she spun and flashed a quick jab in the general direction with a furious hiss.
She backed up a few fox lengths to detirmine wether or not that was enough to send them retreating but she highly doubted it, the Tom looked like he was built to kill and it was his nature to fight. She was most likely right too. She was already panting from her fear but also the rush of battle that was now bringing to rise like bike in her throat, she hated it, absolutely hated it to no ends. But now she was here faced with a simple choice. Do. Or don't.
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As Augustus stood over a frightened Tumblestep, teeth bared in a vicious grin, prepared to give the killing blow, a rough force knocked him off his victim. The lanky black tomcat rolled off Tumblestep with a surprised yowl, paws scrambling against the ground for a paw-hold. He found a firm grip, and whipped around to face whoever prevented him from killing the timid Tumblestep. Instead of finding himself facing a feline in a defensive position, he found himself facing a flying paw with claws unsheathed. Without a single moment to adjust, thorn-sharp claws raked across his muzzle, drawing crimson blood. His head shot sharply to the side, eyes wide and jaw dropped with shock. Augustus quickly recovered, however, and narrowed his eyes, his lips forming a narrowed scowl. He glared at his new opponent, studying the she-cat carefully before launching an attack.
Meanwhile, Tumblestep lied on his back, where he had been while Augustus has stood over him. He was in shock, having not expected such a bold attack. The only injury he bore was a thin stream of blood running down his shoulder and off his arm into a tiny puddle of blood that had formed beneath him. His eyes were wide, his jaws forming an `o`, and his muscles were stiff and refusing to let him move his limbs. The only sign of life from him was the faint rise and fall of his chest and flanks. By the time Augustus was studying Daisyshade, Tumblestep had fully recovered and was rolling over to rise to his paws. As he rolled, he breathed heavily as he gasped for air. He wheezed quietly, chest heaving as air filled his lungs. Finally, he was on his paws, looking to Daisyshade for instructions.
As Tumblestep looked to Daisyshade for directions, Augustus had finalized his plan. The she-cat was a couple fox-lengths away, breathing heavily as if tired. Augustus couldn't help but smirk at this, a rather menacing smirk as well. With a lash of his rat-like tail, Augustus slowly stepped forward until he decided enough was enough. Finally, he glided forward, intending to slip to the side last-second and land a fury of blows on the she-cat's flank.
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