Daytripping
07-02-2013, 07:33 AM
(ooc: I hope you guys don?t mind that I took it upon myself to play the bull a bit ? I was assuming we all could. I just wait to keep things moving and exciting. )
The bull was attacked from all sides, even from above. It thrashed and bellowed, and kicked out, only narrowly missing the wolves on the ground; but it was injured now. Blood loss from the neck, back and hind leg arties, Not to mention to the wounds themselves. The blow given to the hind leg, was crippling stuff, but it took time to take effect.
Crusade kept biting down, kept digging with her fangs till they reached the hard ivory of the creature?s spine. Her face, war painted with bull?s blood, Crusade latched on and crunched down with all her might, feeling every twist and quake through the animal?s body. Pain from all sides, snapped the monster into a rage unlike any other. Nothing mattered now but to get the hunters off ? and, with a thrash of his horn head, he arched, crow hopped, and then flailed his hind legs high into the air. Crusade?s footing was completely lost, it was unlikely even cat claws could?ve hung on through that. But even as she reached her apex, the bull?s hind legs landed ? his own weight came crashing down on that injured hind. It broke him. The beast, stumbled and fell in a heap to his side. Crusade meanwhile and bumped back down on his back ? nearer to his shoulders. If he?d had presence of mind still, the bull could?ve just turned his head and gored her, but it was too worried about getting back up. Crusade half bounced, half slid off his bulk and found her paws the moment she touched earth. The same earth that was shaking and shuddering as the bull scrapped with his hooves to get up. Unlike horses, bovine instinct is to get up with the hind end first ? a bad idea when one of those legs is torn almost beyond recognition. He might figure it out and try to switch to the front end, but by then, time was on the hunter?s side.