Post by Jennycallie on Sept 20, 2016 3:31:36 GMT -6
Taishen | Guardian
Taishen saw his water strike the target, saw blood and feathers blossom in the air, and had about half a heartbeat to feel grim satisfaction clutch at his heart as he lunged, ready to finish the water’s job and knock the insurgent down.
Then white hot agony replaced what had formerly been his spine and the skin and muscle covering it, and Taishen stumbled hard, shoulders meeting the rain slicked earth and leaving some of their flesh behind as a memento, picking up dirt and gravel as a trade. Water leaped from the saturated earth, helping the Guardian to only just regain his hooves in an ungainly, painful twist that let him know that he would be less useful than a sack of bruised potatoes tomorrow… should he manage to make it that long.
Someone had screamed; Taishen looked around wildly, disoriented by the staggering, lancing pain in his back (that bloody, frothing feather had chucked her gods damned spear at him!) but Tai belatedly, finally realized it had been him. He had screamed.
Mahogany gaze darted quickly between Peregrine and Antiope as Taishen stood warily, weight balanced on tense and ready legs as blood ran in warm rivulets down his labored, heaving flanks. The rain roared down around them all, but the chestnut Guardian alone remained dry and untouched. (He really hated it when his mane got wet.) But he was not thinking of his vanity now, but rather of his opponents, and fellow Guardians, and the citizens of Torrine he was sworn to protect. He did not allow himself to think of the pain, or his parents, or brother, or if he would survive to see them again. No.
Taishen’s eyes strayed to the helmeted mare, noting the gash on her hindquarters with some satisfaction, even if he had his own wound to match. But then the smaller one was shouting at him, and Taishen’s eyes darted back to the grey, though one ear remained cocked towards Antiope. She was much too quick with that spear, in his opinion. Unnatural.
“I gave you the chance to surrender, I didn’t want this,” Taishen ground out furiously, finding as ever that anger temporarily dulled the pain of a wound. “You did this, you-” he bit off his retort with a snarl as the feathered hellion hurled himself at Taishen. With a roar of pain, Taishen pivoted, and a bubble of water exploded into being in front of him, before launching at Peregrine- a bubble, not a spear. Taishen was done with this, drawing blood, trading wounds. He. Was. Done.
The bubble slammed towards Peregrine’s face, an undulating, merciless sheet of liquid that Taishen intended to wrap around the pegasus’ head, to thread through his ears and nostrils and eyes, smothering his senses, his ability to breathe. It would be rather hard to fight, the Guardian thought grimly, if you were struggling to draw breath with eyes and ears blocked by water. Perhaps he could burst the little feather-puff’s ear drums; that would incapacitate him well enough.
Post 6 | 513 words
Taishen saw his water strike the target, saw blood and feathers blossom in the air, and had about half a heartbeat to feel grim satisfaction clutch at his heart as he lunged, ready to finish the water’s job and knock the insurgent down.
Then white hot agony replaced what had formerly been his spine and the skin and muscle covering it, and Taishen stumbled hard, shoulders meeting the rain slicked earth and leaving some of their flesh behind as a memento, picking up dirt and gravel as a trade. Water leaped from the saturated earth, helping the Guardian to only just regain his hooves in an ungainly, painful twist that let him know that he would be less useful than a sack of bruised potatoes tomorrow… should he manage to make it that long.
Someone had screamed; Taishen looked around wildly, disoriented by the staggering, lancing pain in his back (that bloody, frothing feather had chucked her gods damned spear at him!) but Tai belatedly, finally realized it had been him. He had screamed.
Mahogany gaze darted quickly between Peregrine and Antiope as Taishen stood warily, weight balanced on tense and ready legs as blood ran in warm rivulets down his labored, heaving flanks. The rain roared down around them all, but the chestnut Guardian alone remained dry and untouched. (He really hated it when his mane got wet.) But he was not thinking of his vanity now, but rather of his opponents, and fellow Guardians, and the citizens of Torrine he was sworn to protect. He did not allow himself to think of the pain, or his parents, or brother, or if he would survive to see them again. No.
Taishen’s eyes strayed to the helmeted mare, noting the gash on her hindquarters with some satisfaction, even if he had his own wound to match. But then the smaller one was shouting at him, and Taishen’s eyes darted back to the grey, though one ear remained cocked towards Antiope. She was much too quick with that spear, in his opinion. Unnatural.
“I gave you the chance to surrender, I didn’t want this,” Taishen ground out furiously, finding as ever that anger temporarily dulled the pain of a wound. “You did this, you-” he bit off his retort with a snarl as the feathered hellion hurled himself at Taishen. With a roar of pain, Taishen pivoted, and a bubble of water exploded into being in front of him, before launching at Peregrine- a bubble, not a spear. Taishen was done with this, drawing blood, trading wounds. He. Was. Done.
The bubble slammed towards Peregrine’s face, an undulating, merciless sheet of liquid that Taishen intended to wrap around the pegasus’ head, to thread through his ears and nostrils and eyes, smothering his senses, his ability to breathe. It would be rather hard to fight, the Guardian thought grimly, if you were struggling to draw breath with eyes and ears blocked by water. Perhaps he could burst the little feather-puff’s ear drums; that would incapacitate him well enough.
Post 6 | 513 words
