You won't stay with me, I know
"Absolutely not," Koa snaps firmly at Kaisel, unimpressed by his cousin's dreams of dueling the horny horse from hell. At least Zavien and Talyson are talking sense. Nodding sharp agreement, Koa places himself in the forward ranks - he has his mothman undershirt on - and readies to punch.
The unicorn shows no sign of slowing or changing course, rage running violet down its inky hide as it thunders over the rolling hills. The boys only have room to assume their respective positions before the beast is upon them, its eyes wild, its nostrils flared, the deadly horns lowered to strike. Whether or not Kai decides to charge back and make good on his threats of a swordfight, the beast has other ideas. It barely glances toward the young Dragoon, seemingly unwilling to tangle with the blade held in his hands. The distance means Kai doesn't even have the chance to attempt a hit, for better or for worse.
Instead, egged on by a trio of dragons and the Courier's shouting, it sets Talyson in its sights. Koa and Zavien swing out with their weapons as it charges closer, gravity- and nightmare-enhanced blows doing significant injury to the creature - but it's not enough. With blood like tar streaming from one flank it continues its approach, seemingly even more enraged as it charges Talyson down. Those horns are lethally sharp and deadly, and hate shines in its eyes. It will be tricky for Tal to dodge this one.
But dodge it he does.
Armed with a minor ring and some major grit, the Messenger will feel the rush of air as the unicorn charges past him, its corrupted body mere centimeters from fully knocking the Courier to the ground. But he's able to dodge, and even land a frankly rather impressive hit given the lack of gear. The unicorn screams in anger and pain, faltering as as the fist connects with its right hind leg.
It stumbles, then falls, crashing into the ground in a spray of flowers and dust.
"Oh, fuuuuuck," Koa exhales low and slow, running his hand through his hair as he walks cautiously toward where the unicorn lies. It's breathing is laborious, shallow and strained, oily blood oozing out with every flex of muscle. It's basically dead, but not quite - and he looks at Kaisel, the one of them with a big ass blade he's been itching to use. "Right. Well. Let's put it out of its misery and then go get a drink, huh?" Or five.
Final round! The unicorn is nearly dead, put it out of its misery and then let's pack up and get out
The unicorn shows no sign of slowing or changing course, rage running violet down its inky hide as it thunders over the rolling hills. The boys only have room to assume their respective positions before the beast is upon them, its eyes wild, its nostrils flared, the deadly horns lowered to strike. Whether or not Kai decides to charge back and make good on his threats of a swordfight, the beast has other ideas. It barely glances toward the young Dragoon, seemingly unwilling to tangle with the blade held in his hands. The distance means Kai doesn't even have the chance to attempt a hit, for better or for worse.
Instead, egged on by a trio of dragons and the Courier's shouting, it sets Talyson in its sights. Koa and Zavien swing out with their weapons as it charges closer, gravity- and nightmare-enhanced blows doing significant injury to the creature - but it's not enough. With blood like tar streaming from one flank it continues its approach, seemingly even more enraged as it charges Talyson down. Those horns are lethally sharp and deadly, and hate shines in its eyes. It will be tricky for Tal to dodge this one.
But dodge it he does.
Armed with a minor ring and some major grit, the Messenger will feel the rush of air as the unicorn charges past him, its corrupted body mere centimeters from fully knocking the Courier to the ground. But he's able to dodge, and even land a frankly rather impressive hit given the lack of gear. The unicorn screams in anger and pain, faltering as as the fist connects with its right hind leg.
It stumbles, then falls, crashing into the ground in a spray of flowers and dust.
"Oh, fuuuuuck," Koa exhales low and slow, running his hand through his hair as he walks cautiously toward where the unicorn lies. It's breathing is laborious, shallow and strained, oily blood oozing out with every flex of muscle. It's basically dead, but not quite - and he looks at Kaisel, the one of them with a big ass blade he's been itching to use. "Right. Well. Let's put it out of its misery and then go get a drink, huh?" Or five.
Final round! The unicorn is nearly dead, put it out of its misery and then let's pack up and get out
Koa
But you can have your way with me Till you go
