Soren wasn't faring well. In fact, he seemed a bit distracted. Kiwi quickly darted in front of Nergui, ready to defend her if he must.
Still, as the horseman stood there, sickle braced in front, chain ready to whip out and still the creature, he wondered, did this enemy seem familiar?? ... He couldn't quite place him, though he had seen several canine scarelings among the Amityville students ...
HP: 25/40 Defending for: 1 [Kiwi you bony excuse for a pony D: Yes that rhymed.]
If the wolf recognized the name at all it gave no indication, instead rearing back with a savage howl. These creatures just didn't understand. Its body shook and bristled beneath the assault of knives and arrows, desperation and anger building and building fast in its gut. A cornered wolf, after all, was not something you wanted to have next to you. The thick maw opened into a growl, fog curling and pressing up against its sides.
It was obvious that they were quickly wearing it down, but it was also obvious that it wasn't done yet.
The one that had said something as if talking to it -- the wolf's blind gaze fell upon it, quickly followed by the savagery of claws and fangs. It wanted to swallow this little creature whole, rip it apart and make sure it never came close to its home again. There was desperation in the way it bit and tore, even taking one massive paw and reaching for the bow-wielding creature as well. They needed to leave.
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Total HP : 22/60 Damage done: 11 Targets: Soren, Tseng.
"I don't know," Soren said, a frown clear on his face as his red eyes studied the creature before them. It was a beast. Wild, untamed. It needed to be put down or to be saved and...for once he was more inclined to try to tame it than skin it. "Only one way to find out," he said with a growl. Weaken it, somehow use the vial on it.
And if it was Senga...if it was...he would deal that when the time came. The attack was expected, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. The fangs sinking into his arm and shoulder, tearing at him rather than just clamping down, the guardian biting back pained noises. He punched at the creature with his free hand, but flesh against fog...it was not as effective as he would have liked.
Tseng looked towards Soren and nodded. The beast was still a little too strong right now, especially with that last hit he just took. Damn that hurt a lot. The savage attack knocked the horseman to the ground, leaving him rather dazed. With a groan, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. Unfortunately, he wasn't entirely able to get his bearings back together to retaliate effectively.
Kiwi breathed a sigh of relief. At least the creature hadn't made a move towards Nergui. Nodding to Soren and Tseng the horseman spread out, circling around the beast a bit as he launched his sickle towards it. Again however, his blade whirled though thin air and came back to him.
How?? ... Kiwi wracked his brain. Just who was this creature?? ... or more precisely, who had it been?? Vaguely, the Famine boil recalled a horseman, one he had encountered during the alpaca incident, who had mentioned a fur pelt of a wolf ...
Wait! This couldn't possibly be Senga, could it?? ... Kiwi's hand faltered across his sickle's hilt. How could he battle one of their own?? ...
The prietsess hadn't moved after she'd gotten to her feet, fear rooting her to the spot, least until the beast had lunged at Soren and began tearing at his arm. It was enough to snap the dark skinned mare out of her panic induced stillness, and she charged into action along with the others. For what good it would do.
Like the two stallions before her, the horsewoman's blow went side, and her blade sliced through nothing but haze and air ad it jerked and moved, worrying at Soren's arm. "Senga, let him go!" It was useless, she knew it was, but the words fell from her lips anyways as she hit at the wolf's fog body trying to make it release the guardian.
Nergui's command was met with a low, snarling growl. The doggy did not want to petted. Shaking Soren once more for good measure, the wolf dropped the guardian and snapped its teeth in aggravation, fog crowding up against its form. Its fur bristled, tail erect as it thrust itself forward at the group of creatures again, nipping and tearing into whatever flesh happened to get in its way first.
It didn't understand a thing they said, it only knew one word that made sense anymore, and that kept it going. Rip, tear, protect.
It did just that.
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Total HP : 20/60 Damage done: 3 Targets: Tseng, Nergui.
If it was the Colt, he was too far gone. And rabid animals were to be put down. It was a service to it. It was attacking the priestess again, honing in on Tseng as well. But it was almost as if their attacks were ineffective. He tried to sink the pointed tips of his gauntleted hand into the wolf, but the fur blocked most of the damage. Soren gritted his teeth in frustration.
This was getting nowhere, and fast. "We can't hold back because it might be him," he all but growled. Especially not with Senga. Tough love would be good for the Colt.
Tseng took another blow, and he wasn't feeling so great. The other three seemed to know this one, but it was not a horsemen that he personally knew all too well. Even so, that mattered little. If it was one of their own, no matter who it was exactly, it gave all the more reason to save him.
"LITTLE CHIPPER!" he shouted as he grabbed onto a small object on the ground to hurl at the wolf's face.
Another startled yelp left the priestess as the wolf reared on her again, but at least she'd succeeded in pulling it's attention away from Soren. Ironic that, a priestess putting herself in danger to protect a guardian. She wasn't thinking about his role at the moment though, or her's, or any of their's. The only thing on her mind was not falling under the beast's attacks, and helping the other's wear it down enough so they could use a vial on him.
HP: 22 Damage: Naaaw. WHOSA CUTE PUPPY? YOU IS! YES YOU IS!
Kiwi was getting irritated at getting nowhere with the aim of his weapon. Instead, the horseman leapt from the floor, pirouetting through the air to bring his sickle's blade down across the beast's furry hide.
As he landed, he grimaced a bit. If this was indeed Senga, he could only hope this would bring relief for their poor clansman. Worse than the destruction of their home, was the realization that even now, it was still destroying them. He shuddered, and shook the notion from his mind.
They were only scratching at the wolf, making its sides quiver beneath the attacks like a horses side would to a particularly annoying fly. Was this all? The anger built and built in the creature's gut, and it wrenched its maw around to clamp down on the closest creature - the sickle wielding one. It only wanted them to leave - why were they being so stubborn? This wasn't their home after all, so why were they here?
The wolf snarled, clawing at anyone else that dared to get close to it, chest heaving from the exertion. Perhaps the small party was finally getting somewhere.
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Total HP : 16/60 I BELIEVE IN YOU GUYS Damage done: 13 oops Targets: Kiwi, Soren.
While the ashen wolf went to attack some of the others, Tseng raised his bow again. His drawing arm was weak right now, thanks to the attacks he had received.
"PINPRICK!" he cried out as he weakly fired. It... just barely grazed the insanity entity. Grimacing, he dismissed his bow, obviously not really able to use it at this point in time.
The wolf bit down on Kiwi, and Soren moved toward him, only to get caught by a paw, slammed to the ground. His Fear shield flickered, buckled, barely held. He fumbled for the vial as he forced himself up into a crouch, throwing it, aim off, not hitting it in the face as planned but in the shoulder.
He continue, forcing himself by will alone to stand fully. Maybe they had succeeded, maybe they had just begun.
HP: 3 Damage: Hell, I'm rolling because that vial could have done MAJOR DAMAGE. Legit.
Or 1. 1 is good.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 6:01 pm
Pinned beneath the beast's massive jaws, Kiwi tried not to focus on the immense pain rippling through his bare chest. Breathless, he scrambled to free himself, wedging the tip of his sickle into the roof of the creature's mouth as beside him, Soren managed a weak toss of the vial to the beast.
... Was it enough?? ... he wondered dizzingly, a moment before he was released suddenly to the ground. Spitting, he crouched weakly, his blade shaking in his hands before him, staring up to the creature that was Senga. At the moment, he was too shaken to attack, and could barely manage to brace himself.
HP: 11/40 Defending Self for: 5 [Need to give Soren and Senga alone time yes??]
[OOC: Poor Senga QQ Kiwi says: Senga, why u no play nice??]
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