ANOANA | scarlet circle v. dragons, day 2
Jul 4, 2022 18:11:11 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jul 4, 2022 18:11:11 GMT -5
He twists the spear out of the dragon with a squelch and does not look down to see if its dead. Charlie knows it is. He can feel it almost, like there lies a hidden sense in him that is meant only for death. A gallows knows the ones it has slaughtered, it warrants no second look.
“If there’s a nest, there’s probably a mother,” Freyr says, and there’s a brief moment when their eyes brush. He looks at the other’s silver gaze, then down at those hands again. Cruel bones, winter skin.
Charlie promptly turns away.
“Well, let’s not stick around long enough to meet their parents.”
Another one dives in with a screech, talons bared, and Charlie meets it with his spear in the split second before they could scrape his arm. A grunt escapes him as those sharp claws dig into the spear’s shaft, but his alarm makes way for relief once he sees that the dragon’s claws are embedded deep. He swings the pole, slams the creature against a nearby stalagmite to free his spear of it.
“Keep yer' eyes peeled.” He steps back, vanguard stance at the ready. “Don’t let anything close in—“
He sees it too late.
A streak of crimson, lunging from the air right as Willem’s sword hand rises to slash at another, and the two makes a vivid impact. The blood—it splatters onto Charlie when it happens.
It’s the skin first, then flesh, then bone. A human is layered, much more than an animal, and he stares as Willem is stripped of his layers by a great, hungering maw that closes around the hand instantly.
Charlie does not remember moving, but he is in front of the dragon when it first bites down on its meal. He has a choice here. He knows Will is bleeding now, is aware of how the wound needs to be staunched, but he also wants to retrieve the part of his friend that this beast has taken from him. The choice is this: a healer, or a killer.
Luckily, Charlie has always been both.
His rage ignites to power in his veins, turning his spear so he can pin the dragon’s head down with a giant’s strength. It lets out a horrible screech, right as blood gushes from the ruby scales, but he doesn’t let it have mercy, doesn’t let it die.
“You don’t get to eat that,” he whispers.
“You don’t get to enjoy it.”
Charlie attacks the Dragon Horde | Fate (Spear)
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3082 -- Deep Gash on Right Forearm -- 8.0 damage (Spear) + 1.0 (Strength) + 1.0 (Mutt Tamer)
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