warmare: (残骸)
Hayame ([personal profile] warmare) wrote in [community profile] aionlogs 2022-07-23 04:19 pm (UTC)

[It's too soon to feel victorious, even though the scent of blood spikes in her senses. She can't help it, that initial rush when she sees, hears, smells the shot connect... but it's just his arm. She should have shot him from a hundred meters away and risked the weakening force over distance, he was just a human, wasn't he- ?

A magic human. One she had expected to have the same magical powers as the last time they'd clashed.

Which means she isn't prepared at all for the ground to crack and splinter so forcefully, to not just move out from under her but to attack her. Something that might be a bit back curse sounds out, a fine mist of crimson staining the dust from cuts and scratches as the fragments of cobblestone street leave behind wounds she can only rear up to try and avoid. One hand moves up to protect her eyes, front legs lashing out to make sure he doesn't take advantage of the moment and bring a close-range weapon to bear...

But the second her forehooves are back on the ground, she's charging in an attempt to leave the sphere of that magic's influence, firing off another arrow with a hiss- not the best aimed, but just in attempt to keep his eyes busy while she gets to more solid ground.]

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