COLT
My clothes still smell like smoke
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves
The continued barrage of attacks, Colt’s arrow and Grimm’s claws treating it like a pin cushion, further the territorial aggression. Adrenaline spikes beyond pain, beyond sense even, and the beast’s strength is an impressive display as it lunges forward with an alarming reach, breaking free of the mire and the spikes that form behind it. This movement also leaves Liam’s arrow whispering past it again.
The allogator twists, rolling and snapping on fresh ground, trying to catch the cat atop it, never having signed up for a rodeo. It’s teeth don’t snag any paw or fur, but a guttural bellow of displeasure gives clear warning as the allogator rights itself and lifts its jagged head, assessing the threat its found itself surrounded with.
Colt doesn’t like the look in its eye, like it’s starting to think instead of just react. It’d been angry before, but now it’s furious, and that grants it a new calm that reads more deadly than anything so far. And yet, it still seems little worse for the wear. ”I’m going to try to blind it!” Colt advises everyone, reaching down for the knife she sharpened in Torchline, the one between her boot and pantleg. An arrow would have worked, but her arm could use the break, and there’s no sense in doing this if she doesn’t do it right. Frey wanted her to use what she had sharpened herself, not what the quiver does. So Colt flicks open her blade and sends it towards the allogator’s closest eye, hoping to remove some ability for it to savage them, a lucky escape they’ve had thus far.
Allogator HP: 1011.5 - 70 = 941.5
Colt HP: 144
Nova HP: 114
Grimm HP: 95
Liam HP: 80
The allogator twists, rolling and snapping on fresh ground, trying to catch the cat atop it, never having signed up for a rodeo. It’s teeth don’t snag any paw or fur, but a guttural bellow of displeasure gives clear warning as the allogator rights itself and lifts its jagged head, assessing the threat its found itself surrounded with.
Colt doesn’t like the look in its eye, like it’s starting to think instead of just react. It’d been angry before, but now it’s furious, and that grants it a new calm that reads more deadly than anything so far. And yet, it still seems little worse for the wear. ”I’m going to try to blind it!” Colt advises everyone, reaching down for the knife she sharpened in Torchline, the one between her boot and pantleg. An arrow would have worked, but her arm could use the break, and there’s no sense in doing this if she doesn’t do it right. Frey wanted her to use what she had sharpened herself, not what the quiver does. So Colt flicks open her blade and sends it towards the allogator’s closest eye, hoping to remove some ability for it to savage them, a lucky escape they’ve had thus far.
Allogator HP: 1011.5 - 70 = 941.5
Colt HP: 144
Nova HP: 114
Grimm HP: 95
Liam HP: 80
When fire meets gasoline
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze
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.
