WE'LL FIGHT TILL WE'RE BROKEN

*Isardis* · 11-21-2013, 03:33 AM

Taurig?s death would come soon, but perhaps not today; Isardis came with a plan, to give Taurig everything the boy had given his father. He had stolen Sendoa and Argent from his sights, fuelled the duo with a craving to loiter places unseen, to blind him of his access to their doings. He had denied Isardis the reach of his children, masked them and fed them lies to make them believe he wasn?t there, and to encourage Isardis into a presumption of their nonexistence. And so today, Taurig would be blinded and stripped of the vision of his loved ones in the same way he had done so to The King. He would be castrated, denied of his blood and denied of his children, exactly the same damned way Isardis had been forced to suffer. He had brought everything on himself, and he knew damned well what was coming for him, for he screamed for it.

He would arrive, and his sheer presence would be enough to force free a blood-lust of churning despise, a violent craving to leap forwards and so readily rip his throat from his gullet, to end this, to end everything. Argent was gone, and Taurig was to blame. Not only that but the boy attempted to keep Isardis? own children from his grasp. It made him sick, made his lips curl upwards as the blue creature stood before him, gloomy and dark against the unwelcoming backdrop of his pathetic monarchy. The mans defences would come to rise as his mind remained clouded to those who approached, however dangerously focused on the task ahead; eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws agape, balance distributed equally, limbs square, chin tucked to protect jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, hind toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest low.

Power would begin to gather in his quarters, as rubies would stare with promising threat into Taurig?s own. He would lose his identity in that moment, Isardis? mind already fuelled by the hate of the individual, now replacing the beasts face as a worthless toy of awaiting destruction. Prepared now, The Pale King would push himself forwards and strive for close, head-to-head proximities with the larger blue. He was not afraid of forcing himself into the beckoning gaze of the betrayer, such a prospect of approach only thrilled him more so; the times were gone of cunning angles and fooling snipery, it was down to production, weapons to weapons- no quirks involved. Fuelled by his need for revenge, Isardis would jut his left shoulder blade forwards and slightly left-wards, his skull lightly turned to the right in defence as he would attempt to maintain his frontwards approach, and violently collide his left shoulder blade into the tender, upper, central chest of his enemy. Ignited by the force of his body weight, Isardis had hoped to slam his shoulder into the narrow muscles that loitered alongside the trachea. The vital wind-pipe rested between both shoulder blades, positioned slightly higher than their further-most point, and was vulnerable to crushing at such a violent force. Regardless of if he had managed to hit the pipe or not, the potential muscle bruising was comparable to the shock Isardis would hope for, and the utter winding and loss of breath would be more than enough to satisfy.

The moment Isardis would hope to collide, his skull would also snake forwards as muscles would stretch along his topline, jaws reaching to the left as he attempted to haul his tightened muscles into their furthest expansions. It would be then that his bared teeth would seek to grasp over the spine directly behind the shoulder blades, lower jaw hopefully positioned to the left of Taurig?s back, while upper canines reached for the right; hopeful to attain a secure and profound hold over the top of the spinal cord. However, Isardis didn?t aim for presumed paralysation, for it was far less likely to succeed; he hoped wholly to sink his razored weapons relentlessly into the muscles that encased it, to cause disability and extreme pain for the duration of the fight- and hell, maybe even for eternity. His experience would encourage him onwards, as he would then retract whatever hold he had attained, and swing his skull even more-so leftward; hopeful to wrap his jaws around the muscles and flesh of Taurig?s scruff, to attain an unremitting hold as he would attempt to push any achieved flesh over to Taurig?s right side; with any luck creating a debilitating pushing motion in an effort to lessen the effects of any bite efforts Taurig may have attempted, not to mention to inflict damage in the process. Simultaneously Isardis? hips would slowly begin to pivot right, preparing as he attempted to strengthen the success any triumphant grasp.

Isardis vs. Taurig ? Round 1 of 3!

For blinding in both eyes, and complete castration.

Defences: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws agape, balance distributed equally, limbs square, chin tucked to protect jugular, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, hind toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest low, attempting to hold Taurig?s jaws away via scruff.

Attacks: Launching forward, left shoulder jutted as he aims to small the blade into Taurig?s center, upper chest and Trachea- hoping to crush the pipe, wind him, bruise muscle and shock. Isardis then aims to bite behind the shoulder blades and over the spine, hoping to damage the encasing muscles. He will then reach to his left and attempt to grasp the scruff and roll the flesh over to Taurig?s right, attempting to ease any attacks from the jaws and cause damage to the scruff/neck.

Injuries: First Round.

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