It was a graceless affair, that lunge; it was just brute force and raw intention, meant to distract. Rory didn't get hold of Peter, who crabbed out of the way, but as he caught himself on hands and knees against the dewy grass he knew that it didn't matter. The hawk had the scarf firmly in its talons and rose skywards again, circling as it waited for Rory to call it down.
But if he thought he was going to get a triumphant finish, calling the bird down to land on his arm and offer the prize to him, he was wrong: Peter wasn't going to let him get off that easy, nor with that amount of flourish.
Rory stood, tensed and ready, waiting for some sort of attack but not at all sure what to expect. He knew that Peter was Abandoned, but not what powers he possessed.
When the attack came it was not towards him, not at first, but rather a net falling out of nowhere across his hawk (which, to be fair, also had come out of nowhere). It cried out, startled as it was forced downwards, the net weighing on its wings and forcing them to fold. The next moment Peter shouldered into Rory, barely knocking him aside but forcing him to take half a second to shift into a forward momentum instead.
In a dead sprint, Peter would beat him any day.
Rory tore after him, running as fast as he could while still concentrating: the bird dissolved into nothing, the net and the scarf plummeting faster, but instead a small bear whisked into existence in his pasture. It's purpose in this fake life was to protect the scarf from Peter, who would definitely reach it first.
Training post 4/4! The bear is similar to an American black bear in size and appearance.
But if he thought he was going to get a triumphant finish, calling the bird down to land on his arm and offer the prize to him, he was wrong: Peter wasn't going to let him get off that easy, nor with that amount of flourish.
Rory stood, tensed and ready, waiting for some sort of attack but not at all sure what to expect. He knew that Peter was Abandoned, but not what powers he possessed.
When the attack came it was not towards him, not at first, but rather a net falling out of nowhere across his hawk (which, to be fair, also had come out of nowhere). It cried out, startled as it was forced downwards, the net weighing on its wings and forcing them to fold. The next moment Peter shouldered into Rory, barely knocking him aside but forcing him to take half a second to shift into a forward momentum instead.
In a dead sprint, Peter would beat him any day.
Rory tore after him, running as fast as he could while still concentrating: the bird dissolved into nothing, the net and the scarf plummeting faster, but instead a small bear whisked into existence in his pasture. It's purpose in this fake life was to protect the scarf from Peter, who would definitely reach it first.
Training post 4/4! The bear is similar to an American black bear in size and appearance.
