Having now landed two blows against the Ancient, Thal is feeling much more confident than she should be. Despite the blood fleeing her forearm, it almost seems like she's winning against this giant lyvern. With each dodge and inflicted injury, her sharp smile grows, the fading bloodlust replaced with vicious excitement for the fight before her.
However, youthful ignorance proves to hit harder than any throat punch. The beast's roar forces her eyes closed against the disgusting saliva that splatters across her face, and the moment is a near-fatal error. A whipping force of muscle and scales slams into her abdomen, flinging her like a limp fish against the stone wall of the cavern. Her head hits hard enough to make the tunnels look like the night sky and her entire backside feels like it's been seized by the death grip of gravity.
Thal falls flat on the ground with a breathless groan. Her vision still sparkles as she takes a moment to consider her situation. In a stubbornness that she's often cursed for, she still clutches her daggers in her hands like a lifeline. Yet her body screams with a million warning lights, urging her to reconsider many of her life choices. How had she gone from 'winning' only moments ago to aching in every aspect of the word? The thought only makes her growl with what little breath she has. He might be bigger, but Thal isn't about to let a little bump keep her down.
She tries to move quickly, knowing the lyvern won't hesitate, but it looks more like a horror film as she slowly makes her way to her feet, all bloody scrapes, creaking muscles, and groaning noises; but her eyes still gleam through the unfocused glaze. In spite of many logical thoughts that others might have, Thal screams a response of her own and charges forward, faster than expected. One arm throws her dagger at an exposed wing while the other reaches to slash for the tail, hoping to settle a score with the appendage.
However, youthful ignorance proves to hit harder than any throat punch. The beast's roar forces her eyes closed against the disgusting saliva that splatters across her face, and the moment is a near-fatal error. A whipping force of muscle and scales slams into her abdomen, flinging her like a limp fish against the stone wall of the cavern. Her head hits hard enough to make the tunnels look like the night sky and her entire backside feels like it's been seized by the death grip of gravity.
Thal falls flat on the ground with a breathless groan. Her vision still sparkles as she takes a moment to consider her situation. In a stubbornness that she's often cursed for, she still clutches her daggers in her hands like a lifeline. Yet her body screams with a million warning lights, urging her to reconsider many of her life choices. How had she gone from 'winning' only moments ago to aching in every aspect of the word? The thought only makes her growl with what little breath she has. He might be bigger, but Thal isn't about to let a little bump keep her down.
She tries to move quickly, knowing the lyvern won't hesitate, but it looks more like a horror film as she slowly makes her way to her feet, all bloody scrapes, creaking muscles, and groaning noises; but her eyes still gleam through the unfocused glaze. In spite of many logical thoughts that others might have, Thal screams a response of her own and charges forward, faster than expected. One arm throws her dagger at an exposed wing while the other reaches to slash for the tail, hoping to settle a score with the appendage.
Lust's passion will be served; .
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
Thalassa
