[ A screech cuts through the noise as talons rake towards Hayame's bulky body, threatening another fatal blow. There's a second screech when they swipe through empty air, not even scraping gashes like last time. A third screech may have come if not for the arrow that soars through the covering of feathers on Howl's left wing to plunk stiffly into the meat underneath. Instead, the monster roars in pain, and he tumbles awkwardly into the ground, unable to immediately recover back into the air like last time.
Frustration is spiking within Howl. He's taken too many hits, and the pained roar of the Sanctifier above is a commanding reminder of what a waste of time this is turning into. Thankfully, the centaur is distracted enough with dodging out of the way that he can take a handful of seconds to right himself and try to launch back into the air. The wounds peppering his body ache as he does, but the side effects of this spell, normally a horrible downside to using it, play in his favor for once. If he channels and focuses the spell, he can keep moving through the pain, even when it makes his mind reel with the prickle of ego death.
Within the next instant, he finds himself in the air again, safely away from the woman and her accursed bow. Howl takes a haggard breath and lets go of some of the magic within him, and the harrowing moment is over. ]
BE THANKFUL FOR YOUR LUCK, WRETCHED WOMAN!
[ Howl calls out to her as he hurriedly flies away, his booming gravelly voice somehow carrying over the noise around them. She looked so worried for what was happening in the air above them — although he's being forced to withdraw, it means she'll have all the time in the world to watch the Kenoma slay the dragon she looked so concerned for. ]
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Frustration is spiking within Howl. He's taken too many hits, and the pained roar of the Sanctifier above is a commanding reminder of what a waste of time this is turning into. Thankfully, the centaur is distracted enough with dodging out of the way that he can take a handful of seconds to right himself and try to launch back into the air. The wounds peppering his body ache as he does, but the side effects of this spell, normally a horrible downside to using it, play in his favor for once. If he channels and focuses the spell, he can keep moving through the pain, even when it makes his mind reel with the prickle of ego death.
Within the next instant, he finds himself in the air again, safely away from the woman and her accursed bow. Howl takes a haggard breath and lets go of some of the magic within him, and the harrowing moment is over. ]
BE THANKFUL FOR YOUR LUCK, WRETCHED WOMAN!
[ Howl calls out to her as he hurriedly flies away, his booming gravelly voice somehow carrying over the noise around them. She looked so worried for what was happening in the air above them — although he's being forced to withdraw, it means she'll have all the time in the world to watch the Kenoma slay the dragon she looked so concerned for. ]