Colt
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
He reminded her of her father—stoic and cutting in all the right ways. He knew a lot, she could tell by looking at him, but it was even more apparent as he spoke, breaking down their mixture of ideas into something more feasible, gentling the rougher edges with nudges—teaching, leading, but equally unenthused. She quirked a slight smile in response, doing her best to hide it quickly behind a gloved hand, pretending it was a cough as she bent her head down. "Valid point, the snow would slow him, and I don't know how fast Ursur run. He can outrun bulls though—he's quick for about a quarter mile." She flexed her hands, the humor gone. "But he can stay here," she agreed. "I can lasso about, 35 feet." she lifted up her head, squinting under the brim at the closest ursur, nodding at that easy distance. "But uh," she paused, uncertain now. "What's gonna stop him once I got him? I was planning on being on the horse when I roped him, outrun him." She didn't actually think she could control an urusur like it was a steer, she was just offering to be a distraction, but she did agree some random animal Sohalia called over was a better choice than herself.
She bit her lip in thought, strongly agreeing with Deimos' sentiments that she did not want to be more reckless than needed, she just wasn't sure what all she had to offer them. "Oh!" she brightened suddenly, because Blu just remembered she could do this, seeming to have forgotten one more trick up her sleeve. "I haven't summoned any spirits yet, I could ask one for aid?"
She stilled as Deimos outlined the final plan, surprised he did want the lasso. Maybe he just wanted to see her skills. She could do it, could pull that bear over here by pissing him off, but they better be ready to do something with it once it came. Sighing a bit, because she still wished she was in the saddle for this, Colt stood up and walked around their rocky barrier, lariat in hand. She breathed in, the cold air a burn, and got her loop big as she spun it a few times over her head. With a sharp eye, she let it fly at the just right moment, and the loop sailed for the ursur's head. She'd yank the slack back towards her hip, snaring it around the beast's head, at the right moment to ensure it went solidly around the neck. Timing was everything, but she had years of practice.
And then, if it worked? Hell, probably even if it didn't and it just smacked the ursur's face. Well, she was gonna run like hell back behind those rocks.
Colt also says she can channel a spirit. She throws her lasso at it and runs back behind the rocks LMAO.
She bit her lip in thought, strongly agreeing with Deimos' sentiments that she did not want to be more reckless than needed, she just wasn't sure what all she had to offer them. "Oh!" she brightened suddenly, because Blu just remembered she could do this, seeming to have forgotten one more trick up her sleeve. "I haven't summoned any spirits yet, I could ask one for aid?"
She stilled as Deimos outlined the final plan, surprised he did want the lasso. Maybe he just wanted to see her skills. She could do it, could pull that bear over here by pissing him off, but they better be ready to do something with it once it came. Sighing a bit, because she still wished she was in the saddle for this, Colt stood up and walked around their rocky barrier, lariat in hand. She breathed in, the cold air a burn, and got her loop big as she spun it a few times over her head. With a sharp eye, she let it fly at the just right moment, and the loop sailed for the ursur's head. She'd yank the slack back towards her hip, snaring it around the beast's head, at the right moment to ensure it went solidly around the neck. Timing was everything, but she had years of practice.
And then, if it worked? Hell, probably even if it didn't and it just smacked the ursur's face. Well, she was gonna run like hell back behind those rocks.
Colt also says she can channel a spirit. She throws her lasso at it and runs back behind the rocks LMAO.
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
