ORIGIN

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The blast left a burning sore in his mouth, but the bird seemed to dodge out of the way enough to survive. He snarled, a sizzling hiss escaping his jaws as his middle head shook and tried to block out the pain that surged in his mouth. The oversize green turkey took this as an advantage and flew down, clawing at his eyes in his moment of weakness.

The middle head roared in pain, shaking furiously in an attempt to keep the talons from hitting his eyes, but welts of blood pocketed his face from the assault rather quickly. Thankfully, the bird didn't get the chance to properly blind him before his other heads reacted.

The canine reared back on to his hind feet, forepaws flailing as a head on each side tried to snap and grab at the bird, aiming to catch Gertrude's wings and pin him down-- but he wasn't picky. He just wanted to snatch the bird and stop it from ever hurting his family ever again.

.. But the teeth snatched air, and then fur-- not feathers. The dog bit himself, and he was howling in pain as he tried, frantically, to keep the bird away as blood soaked his faces.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
KERBEROS v. GERTRUDE
ONE TWO THREE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ TURKEY DINNER TIME

{ DEFENSES }

~ if we bite bird, bird can't bite back

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• pulsar sores in mouth
  
• puncture wounds on face

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Reeling in pain, the canine fell to the ground. His paws went over his faces, wide shields to protect his eyes and his own heads from his own teeth. He just wanted to protect, to make sure his family would be okay. His fur was bristling, his paw glowing with the effort of his own magicka being burnt through rapidly.

He felt the bird's talons brush over his paws and a snarl erupted in three tones from his body, a ripple casting out from his body. He felt a pull through his body, his bones popping and cracking as his magic threatened to tear him apart. He couldn't see what his power was doing to his enemy, but at least he would keep his eyes. He pushed, viciously, angrily, against the air and felt all six of his ears pop.

Hopefully this last spell would spend the bird far, far away from him and his family.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
KERBEROS v. GERTRUDE
ONE TWO THREE

{ ATTEMPT }

~ SEND TURKEY INTO ORBIT

{ DEFENSES }

~ Guarding faces with his paws, fur bristling along neck and spine

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• pulsar sores in mouth
  
• puncture wounds on middle face
  
• minor cuts on left paw

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Pain surged through his skin, as though his entire body was cracking apart. A silent earthquake, breaking things inside of him. He pushed, harder, trying to eject the bird, no matter what cost to his own body. He felt his joints wrench, blood flooding under his paws and over his eyes.

The bird hit his back and there was an audible crack that rang through the air, too loud, too deep inside of him. Blood gushed from his back, splashing over the pigeon as it cut deep into him-- his magic made the attack appear more dramatic than it was, his flesh peeling apart at the source of the wound, bathing the bird.

... Kerberos did not know what happened, but he could still hear wings beating just behind his head. He didn't move, feeling heat soak his back, his blood. The pain washed away with a surprising amount of numbness as he went into shock, unable to move, unable to process exactly what had happened to him.

His gem understood even if he didn't. As he lay there, paws covering his head, blood soaking his back, his magic went to work, trying to snap ribs back into place, trying to mend the wounds he had inflicted upon himself. For now, there was nothing else the dog could do-- he had failed.