Just A Dream

(( getting out of the thread. the swift judging is highly-appreciated--more than you know. as is the loss. thank you for the loss. EDIT: Jup full-dodged/avoided all other attacks except for losing her eyes. /shrugs. As an additional edit, she only took the injuries assigned to her by the appointed judge, no others. Fight rules do not have a place outside of fights. It is not someone else's job to decide the injuries of my character. Judges may decide what they wish from round one top round zero but outside of that?, it is my choice. Also... why does it even matter? ))

Something, somewhere, goes wrong. Perhaps it is her age that fails her, finally. In seven years the scarred phoenix has never lost a battle; maybe it is misfortune that causes her to lose the second one that matters. Whatever it is, she staggers back, the pain more than anything she's known. Blood falls, heavy, splattering upon the ground. Agony rips through her mind, through everything she knows. Somewhere within, twisted and righteous, there is relief. The moment her eyes are ripped from her socket, she knows there will be relief. Old bones ache. Weary soul groans. Teeth gnash as she gives a hefty snarl, ears pinning as she retreats. Something gives her enough awareness to tilt her head sightlessly towards Artemis, adrenaline allowing her the slightest bit of coherency. "Destroy them all," comes the low rumble. "Give them hell." She departs into the mist. They cannot stop her--for someone with blood gushing from her eyes she is swift, purposeful, maneuvering with steady paws. Years upon years of navigating over gnarled roots of tripping mangroves makes blindness in a forest almost a convenience for her--an eternity of knowing how roots lead to trees lets her identify the forest more acutely than most ever will in their seeing lives. Something gnaws at her chest. She longs for her mangroves. And so she goes to them. [ exeunt Jupiter ]