Ace looks up at the man on the horse and contemplates for a brief moment how things managed to get this fucked this quickly... It had been such a lovely day.
He noticed right away when their fae hosts began to get nervous and bustle around. When he heard all the unseelie had cheesed it he knew things were about to get wild.
What he hadn't expected was a fight he couldn't handle. He still hasn't admitted that's what this is, but he has been in better tactical positions...
He had done pretty well at first. He got a few civilians to safety and teamed up with some others to help drive the weird fomori-looking things that moved like they had rabies away from the main evacuation routes.
But he got cocky and didn't see the creepy spirit-thing with the silver net and cool swords sneak up on him.
He had tried shifting to his breed form both for the added resistance to silver and to get smaller in hopes of wriggling out through a gap. All it had done was make him easier to drag.
He can feel the net shifting around him and it feels like he may be about to be scooped into the air losing any leverage and along with it the fight.
I dont think so.
He was just starting to like it here and these fuckers are beginning to piss him off.
With a wink to the dashing hero on his steed Ace begins to change.
The net briefly drops back to the ground before the creature he does not yet know is called a Sister can adjust to its new weight.
The silver net now contains a hulking silver-furred beast.
Ace lets out a piercing howl and buries foot-long claws deep into the earth.
Pain sears him where the net bites into his fur but the faint glow of moonlight seems to rise like mist from the contact points and the pain dulls enough for him to continue to resist.
Slowly, hand-over-hand, he begins to drag the Sister, net and all, across the common. He has no real destination or purpose beyond sheer stubborn resistance. Unaided he is unlikely to escape, but neither can the Sister properly leverage her clearly formidable strength and whisk him away into the bejeweled night sky.
Re: Dan Sagittarius
He noticed right away when their fae hosts began to get nervous and bustle around. When he heard all the unseelie had cheesed it he knew things were about to get wild.
What he hadn't expected was a fight he couldn't handle. He still hasn't admitted that's what this is, but he has been in better tactical positions...
He had done pretty well at first. He got a few civilians to safety and teamed up with some others to help drive the weird fomori-looking things that moved like they had rabies away from the main evacuation routes.
But he got cocky and didn't see the creepy spirit-thing with the silver net and cool swords sneak up on him.
He had tried shifting to his breed form both for the added resistance to silver and to get smaller in hopes of wriggling out through a gap. All it had done was make him easier to drag.
He can feel the net shifting around him and it feels like he may be about to be scooped into the air losing any leverage and along with it the fight.
I dont think so.
He was just starting to like it here and these fuckers are beginning to piss him off.
With a wink to the dashing hero on his steed Ace begins to change.
The net briefly drops back to the ground before the creature he does not yet know is called a Sister can adjust to its new weight.
The silver net now contains a hulking silver-furred beast.
Ace lets out a piercing howl and buries foot-long claws deep into the earth.
Pain sears him where the net bites into his fur but the faint glow of moonlight seems to rise like mist from the contact points and the pain dulls enough for him to continue to resist.
Slowly, hand-over-hand, he begins to drag the Sister, net and all, across the common. He has no real destination or purpose beyond sheer stubborn resistance. Unaided he is unlikely to escape, but neither can the Sister properly leverage her clearly formidable strength and whisk him away into the bejeweled night sky.