The pup in question was smart enough to hide against mama's leg while the gore crows swooped and shrilled their murderous cries, though its eyes were focused like two unwinking embers on the nearest chick that was weakly flopping about in the ruins of its nest.
Some of those crows were turning their attention on the harpy that had appeared, and the dragon keeping pace with her, making darting attacks at wings and tails and eyes.
Tal could see the trainsled-wreck coming, but he was in too deep to back out now. He put his head down and scowled, arms and legs pumping as he fairly flew over the cooled pillows of solidified lava. The fyrhund caught a glimpse of him approaching and started to turn, but the pup yipped in alarm as a particularly bold crow swooped low and made a grab at the little rock hound and mama swung back around with surprising speed to close heavy jaws on grimy tailfeathers. The bird squawked and struggled, but a second snap was on target and silenced the scavenger.
It was all the opening Tal needed.
Slinging the spear into a two-handed grip he slammed into a rocky protrusion on the fyrhund's shoulder with all the momentum behind him that he could muster; not with the fragile blade end of the weapon, but with the sturdy butt end. A crack! ran through the chunk of armor and made the metal shaft vibrate painfully in Tal's hands...
But the piece didn't fall clear.
Meanwhile, the beast roared and spun around, swiping a claw towards him that barely missed. Its jaw started to unhinge and Tal scrambled back as steam started to gather in that gaping maw. "fiadhFiadhFIADH NOW'S A GOOD TIME!" he hollered, backpedaling for all he was worth and then spinning around and starting to sprint away.
Some of those crows were turning their attention on the harpy that had appeared, and the dragon keeping pace with her, making darting attacks at wings and tails and eyes.
Tal could see the trainsled-wreck coming, but he was in too deep to back out now. He put his head down and scowled, arms and legs pumping as he fairly flew over the cooled pillows of solidified lava. The fyrhund caught a glimpse of him approaching and started to turn, but the pup yipped in alarm as a particularly bold crow swooped low and made a grab at the little rock hound and mama swung back around with surprising speed to close heavy jaws on grimy tailfeathers. The bird squawked and struggled, but a second snap was on target and silenced the scavenger.
It was all the opening Tal needed.
Slinging the spear into a two-handed grip he slammed into a rocky protrusion on the fyrhund's shoulder with all the momentum behind him that he could muster; not with the fragile blade end of the weapon, but with the sturdy butt end. A crack! ran through the chunk of armor and made the metal shaft vibrate painfully in Tal's hands...
But the piece didn't fall clear.
Meanwhile, the beast roared and spun around, swiping a claw towards him that barely missed. Its jaw started to unhinge and Tal scrambled back as steam started to gather in that gaping maw. "fiadhFiadhFIADH NOW'S A GOOD TIME!" he hollered, backpedaling for all he was worth and then spinning around and starting to sprint away.
