[The feeling of victory, the rushing sense of accomplishment as her arrow found its mark… How long has it been since she’s felt that? In Horos, and now this world… all she feels when she curls her fingers around the curve of her bow is dread. What unfathomable beast will she encounter today? What strange man who looks little contest but actually possesses god-like powers will she face?
Half deaf, she does not even register the skull shatter in the path of her powerful arrow. She does not know to turn to see a second of glory, the cluster of exposed crystal and shards. But she does hear the scream, more in her head than without, threatening to split her own skull open with the force of a soul’s destruction. There is no time for anything like a wash of doubt, to wonder if that shard was an enemy or an innocent, if it were the man she had been moments before or another-
She runs. Her four great lungs suck in air, her two powerful hearts pound, sweat lathers on her flanks, her mane and tail whip out behind her, needless of branches ripping, reaching, until they’re so close to the clearing she can see it right there-
But the thing is on her (them) in a howling burst of light. The sudden and unwelcome weight makes her buck out instinctively to try and throw it off of her, back legs kicking as she whirls and curses wordlessly, grappling with a root seizing her “waist” to try and grip. Without the creature’s efforts to stay atop them both Liem would have been throw bodily from her in seconds. Sharp roots puncture skin, claw flesh, and she cries out in pain as one manages to get deep beneath skin and muscle in her flank, as another finds purchase in a lower shoulder, but-
Hayame doesn’t know if she throws it off or it abandons them. They crash into the clearing, she clatters through a pool of congealing blood, her hoof lands on something metal. Something that rolls out beneath her footing.
The shout of warning is lost when Hayame’s jaw clamps shut at the sudden drop. Her sharp canines punch holes in her tongue, the taste of iron bursts in her mouth… and a half ton of centaur plows into the earth in a tangle of limbs, human-like arms desperately shielding bow and head.
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Half deaf, she does not even register the skull shatter in the path of her powerful arrow. She does not know to turn to see a second of glory, the cluster of exposed crystal and shards. But she does hear the scream, more in her head than without, threatening to split her own skull open with the force of a soul’s destruction. There is no time for anything like a wash of doubt, to wonder if that shard was an enemy or an innocent, if it were the man she had been moments before or another-
She runs. Her four great lungs suck in air, her two powerful hearts pound, sweat lathers on her flanks, her mane and tail whip out behind her, needless of branches ripping, reaching, until they’re so close to the clearing she can see it right there-
But the thing is on her (them) in a howling burst of light. The sudden and unwelcome weight makes her buck out instinctively to try and throw it off of her, back legs kicking as she whirls and curses wordlessly, grappling with a root seizing her “waist” to try and grip. Without the creature’s efforts to stay atop them both Liem would have been throw bodily from her in seconds. Sharp roots puncture skin, claw flesh, and she cries out in pain as one manages to get deep beneath skin and muscle in her flank, as another finds purchase in a lower shoulder, but-
Hayame doesn’t know if she throws it off or it abandons them. They crash into the clearing, she clatters through a pool of congealing blood, her hoof lands on something metal. Something that rolls out beneath her footing.
The shout of warning is lost when Hayame’s jaw clamps shut at the sudden drop. Her sharp canines punch holes in her tongue, the taste of iron bursts in her mouth… and a half ton of centaur plows into the earth in a tangle of limbs, human-like arms desperately shielding bow and head.
Both fragile. Too fragile.]