cut me open and let all the ink run from these veins, until my words bleed dry, and only blank pages remain
'Deimos', oh now that name was familiar. How could he forget the voice that had led the hunt? Seeing him in human shape, Rance now completely understood why his other form was that of a bear. Deimos commanded all attention and respect as soon as he started speaking. Rance tried not to rankle, barely stopping himself from sneering. He was here for training and that meant listening, no matter what instincts cried defiance.
At the signal, he nodded and rolled his shoulders, the motion becoming a settling of broad wings as raven replaced man. Aisha shifted to a large spotted cat -- bigger than Oliver's feline form, he absently noted -- and focused his attention on Deimos, tensing to take off.
It turned out to be a good thing as, with little warning, birds of all sizes were swooping down to attack. With a loud croak of surprise, Rance took to the air. Aisha's 'suggestion' was hardly needed as he dove to the side to avoid a bird larger than he was. "Sure, right, the fuckin' raptors are all yours!"
Getting out of the thick of the attacking flock wasn't easy, especially since his first instinct was to flee. He didn't actually expect the birds to split themselves up so neatly, but his attack strategy -- such as it was when he was acting more on impulse than logic -- would barely differ from bird to bird. He let out a defiant cry and twisted in midair, snatching at wing and tail feathers, spiraling higher to lead some away, but not so high that he couldn't quickly dive back into the leopard's range. "Don't let them near your eyes!"
Rance flies up and away from Aisha. With talons and beak, he'll aim to disable birds instead of taking them out.
At the signal, he nodded and rolled his shoulders, the motion becoming a settling of broad wings as raven replaced man. Aisha shifted to a large spotted cat -- bigger than Oliver's feline form, he absently noted -- and focused his attention on Deimos, tensing to take off.
It turned out to be a good thing as, with little warning, birds of all sizes were swooping down to attack. With a loud croak of surprise, Rance took to the air. Aisha's 'suggestion' was hardly needed as he dove to the side to avoid a bird larger than he was. "Sure, right, the fuckin' raptors are all yours!"
Getting out of the thick of the attacking flock wasn't easy, especially since his first instinct was to flee. He didn't actually expect the birds to split themselves up so neatly, but his attack strategy -- such as it was when he was acting more on impulse than logic -- would barely differ from bird to bird. He let out a defiant cry and twisted in midair, snatching at wing and tail feathers, spiraling higher to lead some away, but not so high that he couldn't quickly dive back into the leopard's range. "Don't let them near your eyes!"
Rance flies up and away from Aisha. With talons and beak, he'll aim to disable birds instead of taking them out.
RANCE
