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Post by seraaches on Mar 4, 2009 22:00:22 GMT -5
He would have kept right on bucking even after the weight left his back simply because he was so angry, but the sound of flapping managed to gain his attention. Pale eyes narrowed on the white. . . squirrel-bat thing and he finally had something to focus his rage on.
He didn't hesitate; he immediately cast his pain ability on the Tulgey Wood resident even as he would charge the thrice blasted man in about ten seconds and, with any luck would have a good chance to rip the bloody Club's throat right out.
The other Card was only a Five; he should be able to overpower the white thing with relative easy. And, perhaps, he'd finally get a chance to have his first decent meal since well before he ate part of that girl over two months ago.
Strong Magical Ability: When activated, he can inflict mental pain on another card of any suit, once per day. The degree of pain is equivalent to a hammer being pounded away at the base of the skull. This ability has the unusual side effect of making other Cards pass out on occasion (Ranks: A-7 pass out after about 5 minutes, 8-J pass out after about ten minutes, Kings may withstand but will have to excuse themselves or risk losing all concentration, Queens probably just get very angry...)
Pain Addition: When he activates his pain ability now it still stands as it was before for the separate ranks, but those of a rank lower than King will now have a new issue to worry about from Eir. (Though some Jacks may be able to fend off/do less harm) For the first ten seconds of his use of this ability on another Card, they will begin to attack themselves usually starting with their own arms or torsos they will claw, punch, bite, or kick at themselves for ten seconds, then simply succumb to the pain as before. When he takes his pain ability away, they will still suffer from the pain they caused themselves.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 4, 2009 22:17:56 GMT -5
Even as he managed to get a few feet off the ground and gain the barest amount of altitude, Alphonse felt a pain slam into the back of his skull like a hammer pounding away at full force and he screeched, the sound shrill and painful but nothing out of the ordinary for his combination of species. He started writhing and fell hard to the earth, one of his fangs sinking into the ground awkwardly.
Not a second later, his limbs started flailing in a bizarre and entirely involuntary fashion. He wasn't able to dislodge his head from the ground quickly enough to bite himself, but his legs had curled up under himself and scratched at his abdomen, his wing arms folding in to likewise tear at his sides. What?! He wasn't making them do that! And his head! He had never been subjected to a Heart's pain ability before and it was an entirely unwelcome experience, his low rank making it even more so.
After only a handful of seconds, his limbs stopped attacking him and he was left with the bleeding scratches and a pain unlike any other hammering away at the point where his skull met his neck. He finally jerked his head out of the ground and hunched up, unable to think clearly through the haze of pain. If he had, he would've tried to use his time ability... but he'd used it too recently and the attempt would have been useless.
Curled up in a writhing ball on the ground, he wouldn't be able to dodge the equine at all, but the man wouldn't have access to his throat with his head tucked beneath one of his wings.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 4, 2009 22:35:32 GMT -5
Only after the fluffy-tailed bat-winged Card stopped scratching himself did the stallion head in, and he would make certain that this. . .this thing paid for daring to attack him. e moved quickly to the white Card's side, and stared down at the scuffed creature in disgust. The Jack's ears swivelled backwards to show his absolute disgust for the Club that dared to try and feed off of him. Balled up, he couldn't reach the stupid thing's throat, but now that it was good and properly in pain and unable to attack him further, Eir's true nature came out. He was going to make it pay.
The stallion snorted and reared up suddenly, purposefully landing as hard and heavy as he could onto the other man; his first goal for now was to break one of those *#($ed wings. If it couldn't flight, it couldn't get above him again.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2009 2:24:29 GMT -5
Alphonse didn't see the equine's disgust, not with his aching, screaming head tucked so tightly in its protective curl, but he certainly felt when hooves smashed into his wing. Which also happened to be his arm. Which also happened to be shielding some of his body.
The impact shattered bone in the equivalent of the forearm, the hooves leaving their mark and pressing the ruined limb against his body with a force hard enough to make him scream. With the awkward angle of his curled body and the hard objects currently pressing themselves against the bone, it would be a miracle if it ever healed correctly.
Flailing wildly with the pain, he uncurled just enough so that his head was free and twisted, trying to bite the leg of his attacker. If he couldn't hit with his fangs, surely the razor-sharp molars would? They were enough to cut through the metal of that horrible mechanical mome, and he'd happily chewed through stone before. Bone would be nothing...
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Post by seraaches on Mar 5, 2009 13:04:50 GMT -5
The screams were satisfying and were the first salve for his wounded body and damaged pride. Well, it did more for his pride than for the rips and bites in his back and hindquarters, but he was certain that he didn't hurt as bad anymore. After that initial crack, he had pulled back just a it to eye his handiwork and was about to make his next blow when the little f*$& dared to lash out at him again!
He instinctively jerked backwards, but he had to push back with his forelegs; something sliced at his left foreleg. Pain screamed up the leg and, though not as bad as certain other things he had experienced, it was enough to cause a sound of discomfort and, unsurprisingly, further rage.
He blocked the pain as he began to cuss out the Card that injured him further. "You f*$&!" He was very innovative. The Jack pulled up his left fore, letting it dangle rather uselessly as he flattened his ears and carefully snaked his head forward to try and snap at the Card with his teeth. He would happily pull out a whole chunk of meat if he could get a good hold.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 7, 2009 15:22:19 GMT -5
The enhanced pressure on his broken wing made Alphonse choke on the man's blood, pain screaming through his limb and side. He only noticed the shrill noises and cursing from the horse as they related to the pain about to rain down on him, jerking his head away as the man pulled at the now-dangling leg.
He was very effectively pinned by one of the horse's legs, but now it wasn't two. The pain had also abruptly ceased in his head, leaving him with a dizzying spinning sensation but able to focus after a minute's concentration. He began to thrash much more effectively now, trying to get away from the pressure of the pinning hoof and at the same time making himself a moving target. Away, he had to get away!
His ruined wing was the only thing to stay still beneath the hoof and Eir managed to get hold of it with his teeth, ripping a chunk of muscle from near one of the joints. He screamed louder, the sound painfully shrill, and flung himself hard enough to potentially pull free as Eir ripped.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 7, 2009 18:45:07 GMT -5
Balanced on only three legs wasn't something that would normally cause him to be wobbly, but when the 'ground' beneath his front hoof threw itself out from beneath him, he found he had enough trouble keeping his balance, much less worry about his prey. The stallion lurched ungracefully as he fought to remain upright.
He nearly choked on his meat and ended up nearly bolting the chunk rather than savouring it as such things were meant to be. "D*#& bloody--" the stallion fell off into an angry rant at the Card, interspersed with coughing fits until he finally regained his composure.
"Little s*(&! I could have choked! I'm going to rip you to little bitty bits, you worthless sack of idiocy and pee." He didn't draw closer; not yet. The white *$&% was moving a lot for the wounds he'd received. Eir's ears went back and he grinned, teeth stained red with the Tulgey's blood. He would just have to make sure it stopped moving.
He darted in closer yet again, wary as he watched the Card's movements. His goal was to get another good kick in, but even if he couldn't use his forefoot, he was more than willing to 'overshoot' and then slam the Five with his hindlegs.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 11, 2009 18:06:39 GMT -5
Panic and pain warred in Alphonse's mind, along with a healthy dose of disbelief that all of this was really happening and he didn't have his time-skipping ability to back-track and just get the hell out of dodge. He ignored the insults of the other entirely, words failing him as he panted heavily through the pain, some part of his head still swimming little spots floating in front of his eyes.
For only a few seconds, the Card who had just taken a chunk out of his flesh wasn't on top of him and he could painfully drag his broken, torn, bleeding limb closer to his body, blood flowing freely from the bite and the sliced, bruised skin where sharp hooves had made impact. His own blood-tipped muzzle and bloody fangs were apparent with his panting and red, hazed eyes stared as the horse began moving again.
No. No. The colorful monster managed to leap over him as he desperately rolled, slamming the joint of the wing that had already been damaged where it met his back, making a sickening crunching noise as it did so. Desperately, dazed, he rolled and braced himself on his less damaged wing and legs before lunging at the hind legs that were retracting with mouth wide open.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 15, 2009 15:54:04 GMT -5
He had, indeed, overshot the Five, but he wasn't worried now. He needed to hurry things along, however, so he could get to some form of safety before his pain blocking ability gave out. It was great fun to play with this prey, though.
This was in his mind right up until fangs and body slammed into his hindlegs and he was only lucky that he had been in the beginning part of the process of kicking out; something that was likely also quite fortunate for Alphonse. The momentum had only just started so rather than slamming into the squirrel with hardened hooves, the white body was 'caught' on his legs and Eir screamed in rage when something cut along his right hind leg as well.
The other Card's attack threw him off balance and with one foreleg out, the cannibal collapsed, partially rolling and likely ending up with Alphonse either on top or below him.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 16, 2009 18:16:37 GMT -5
((I discussed the nature of the movement with Nathalia and this was the only conclusion that we could come up with... Alphonse below. An equine with his animal form rolling on top of a squirrel-bat? Crunch.))
Alphonse ended up below the horse, with Eir having rolled onto him after his moving leg flung the vampire into the dirt on one of his wing-arms. There was simply no way for him to be thrown upward with the way the equine's body collapsed. Judging by the fact that he hadn't passed out on impact, his uninjured wing landed below him. That meant, however, that his shattered limb was tucked close to his body and on top, right where the horse rolled his heavy animal form.
More things crunched and squished in his wing and his torso as well, ripping a shriek out of his throat that quickly squeezed into silence as the breath left him, forced outward by the weight of the equine's muscled body as it rolled and fell. He desperately gnashed his teeth as he tried to fight the wave of unconsciousness that threatened on the horizon, the pain and the shock to his senses almost too much for his mind to handle. Something felt wrong inside of him, something squishy and important.
He went limp on the ground below the horse, awareness finally fleeing and leaving him limp, unconscious, broken, and bleeding.
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