Caught and caged, too young to know better, too wild and powerful to think it had anything to fear. Irreparable damage was done to it by the harpy's talons, its one eye an oozing mass of blood with a dagger still protruding from it. Still, even between a rock and a hardplace as it was, it chose to dive. Chose to attack. Chose the rock.
Deimos swipes left the mouth of the young shark and utter mess of flayed skin, but momentum would not be dominated by steel. Up to the reaper's elbow the thing flew, teeth grinding downwards and pulling skin and muscle away until bone could be seen. That of course meant that the steel of the Reaper's sword had penetrated low into its throat, cutting and gorging, stripping life-giving components away from its body.
It tried to rally, tried to bite harder, further, higher, but could not. With one eye, glaring and shocked, the surprise of youth a dying spark, the creature succumbed to its wounds.
The smell of blood was hot and tangy, catching in the nostrils of the unicorn as her tulip-like ears flickered forward. The uncertainty was not out of fear, but a weighing of options. Whatever internal thoughts were had, with eyes narrowed ever so slightly the midnight creature approached. Be still. She said into Deimos' mind, her words like steadfast iron. A lodestone for the living. Lowering her horn to the ruined mass of his arm, her eyes closed as a blackened aura trickled forth, knitting back together the damaged flesh, ridding the man's heart and mind of the pain, and infusing him with the energy lost beneath the spire.
*** this healing ability is too strong normally, but hand-waving it for cinematic purposes ;)
Deimos swipes left the mouth of the young shark and utter mess of flayed skin, but momentum would not be dominated by steel. Up to the reaper's elbow the thing flew, teeth grinding downwards and pulling skin and muscle away until bone could be seen. That of course meant that the steel of the Reaper's sword had penetrated low into its throat, cutting and gorging, stripping life-giving components away from its body.
It tried to rally, tried to bite harder, further, higher, but could not. With one eye, glaring and shocked, the surprise of youth a dying spark, the creature succumbed to its wounds.
The smell of blood was hot and tangy, catching in the nostrils of the unicorn as her tulip-like ears flickered forward. The uncertainty was not out of fear, but a weighing of options. Whatever internal thoughts were had, with eyes narrowed ever so slightly the midnight creature approached. Be still. She said into Deimos' mind, her words like steadfast iron. A lodestone for the living. Lowering her horn to the ruined mass of his arm, her eyes closed as a blackened aura trickled forth, knitting back together the damaged flesh, ridding the man's heart and mind of the pain, and infusing him with the energy lost beneath the spire.
*** this healing ability is too strong normally, but hand-waving it for cinematic purposes ;)
