Goddess Awakened
07-16-2014, 09:24 AM
The fire was in her belly now. The sparks that had kindled at the dark fae's appearance had taken to the wind, taken root, and grown. By now the inferno raged within her senses, heating them up and honing them into a keen edge which she wielded with a master touch. Even as she made contact with the woman's shoulder, her sharp eyes noted the tensing of her toes, felt the coil of energy release as Sri defected away. While it lessened the blow Freyja was not deterred, but instead attempted to decide what would be next. Her momentum was spent, but she was in a prime location for a secondary attempt. She had been carried farther down the woman's flank than might be hoped, too far to grasp for muzzle of scruff. Finding her next target did not prove to be much of a contest. Freyja allowed the the residual tide of energy from her deflected attack to carry her forwards, maw parting, head tilting, hoping to lock her jaws around the other fae's right knee cap and hold. It would not do any longer term damage, she suspected, though it would certainly cause some strife to any limb worth the weight it bore. In a moment of clarity, Freyja would center her mind, remembering that this was not a matter of brute strength, but of wit. She must be mindful of the assets at hand. Her ears were still pinned, and her eyes narrowed. She forced her muscles back into a tensed state, re-solidified her core. She would not be so easily swayed, should Sri attempt to off-balance her. Her tail streamed behind her as she leapt, proving to be the rudder she needed to guide her course and keep her true. Each toe was splayed, each limb loose and ready to react at a moments notice. She kept her hackles up and her scruff rolled forward, her teeth bared. But just as the golden woman began to congratulate herself for the hastily compiled Plan B, she felt a hot iron of pain lance through her side. She had not noticed Sri curving into an attack of her own, but now the error was terribly clear. Freyja ground her teeth, resolving that if she could not prevent the injury, she would deny it's right to trouble her. After all, pain was a product of battle, and battle was one of life's truest joys. How then could any of warfare's children trouble her? She would welcome the wound, then, and cherish it's scars as fond memories. ROUND 2/3 Freyja vs Sri Simin for SPAR ATTACKS: Attempt to clamp down on Sri's right knee cap and hold. DEFENSES: Ears pinned, eyes narrowed, muscles tense, core tight, tail out for balance, toes splayed, limbs loose, scruff rolled forward, hackles up, teeth bared. INJURIES: Moderate wound on her right lower abdomen |