Colt
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
Damn, the rattle of her stumble wavered her arm too much to make those shots count for much. She grimaced as she struggled back to her feet fully, taking a page out of Sohalia's book and skirting around to a safer set of rocks, ones that weren't quite so directly in front of the rampaging ursur's path. Especially since the efforts of her teammates met their mark, but did not fell the brute as they had with the other two, which likely only served to prevail the rage roiling inside it.
Owl gristle smattered against the snow, and Colt tried to regain her breath, to keep from imagining it was one of them turning the snow red. They just had to survive a bit longer.
To the side she saw the rocks Soh had been behind crumple down and Colt's eyes widened. Not now, not when they were so close. "Soh, look out!" she cried, likely too late to be of any help but trying desperately to offer whatever she could. She had no tool or magic at her disposal to cease the rocks, and she was too far to physically assist, having leapt to the other side as Soh, so that the rampaging usur cut between them behind the barricade of uneven stone. "Damnit," she swore under her breath, attempting to do the only marginally useful thing she could anymore.
Colt breathed in, sharp and crisp with the cold and the spiking adrenaline, and aimed another flurry of three arrows for the ursur's right eye. She was steadier, closer, she could blind it, she hoped.
Colt tries to warn Soh (likely useless) and aims 3 arrows at the ursur's right eye.
Owl gristle smattered against the snow, and Colt tried to regain her breath, to keep from imagining it was one of them turning the snow red. They just had to survive a bit longer.
To the side she saw the rocks Soh had been behind crumple down and Colt's eyes widened. Not now, not when they were so close. "Soh, look out!" she cried, likely too late to be of any help but trying desperately to offer whatever she could. She had no tool or magic at her disposal to cease the rocks, and she was too far to physically assist, having leapt to the other side as Soh, so that the rampaging usur cut between them behind the barricade of uneven stone. "Damnit," she swore under her breath, attempting to do the only marginally useful thing she could anymore.
Colt breathed in, sharp and crisp with the cold and the spiking adrenaline, and aimed another flurry of three arrows for the ursur's right eye. She was steadier, closer, she could blind it, she hoped.
Colt tries to warn Soh (likely useless) and aims 3 arrows at the ursur's right eye.
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
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
