Dec 22 2015, 01:40 AM
Gertrude V. Baratheon (Round 5/10)
Attack: Slice the dragon's throat with the sharp top of his gem head.
Defenses: Fluffed feathers and tucked head
Injuries: Scratch down his neck to his shoulder blades
@baratheon
The dragon sputtered something back, and Gertrude was quick to retort, "Maybe you should have STOPPED growing instead of becoming some enlarged FREAK like that three-headed mutt!" A fraction of a second after Gertrude grabbed onto the dragon's ear, he was blown off with enough force to send him into the nearby tree, giving his back a few minor cuts that stung as blood bubbled to the surface. "OH the NERVE! You WILL regret that!" He called out as he gained his footing. He fluffed his feathers and tucked his head towards his fluffy crop, "If you aren't scared, why do you have to use magic? HMM?" Rearing, Gertrude shot forward. He was to Baratheon's left. This time he aimed to do some real damage (lol). Flapping hard, Gertrude winced at the new cuts along his back. He pushed forward though, aiming to run the sharp part of the top of his head gem across the dragon's throat, hopefully splitting it open enough to make the thing submit to him. |
The dragon taunted him again. As Gertrude skidded off the dragon's scales, he aimed to fly up... Straight up, "I don't need magic because I am strong enough by myself! Why don't you ask the krak bird that limps or the big bird that tried to defend krak or the three headed dog that tried to defend them both? Even if they had magic, I still always win!" He started laughing loudly. Technically, he hadn't won against Krakrak but whatever, he had a limp. Gertrude reached the peak of his flight, splaying his wings out with a few final laughs, "Yo seem not to be able to use your magic anyway! What good is it if it fails you?" Another peal of laughter spouted from the bird as he stopped flapping, and let his body fall beak first towards the creature. He was aiming for the creature's nose. He kept his body rigid, and his feathers fluffed to protect him from the fall, his wings ready to catch him whenever he needed. "Blah" |
The bird landed not nearly as hard as he had wanted to. Drat! The dragon said he couldn't do damage! Hah! He was wrong! He had barely left a scratch on Gertrude with magic and physical attacks combined! Gertrude went to laugh, but he was promptly grabbed by the Dragon, "Unhand me! I say, unhand me!" He was in a predicament now. The gragon had his lower third in his jaws! Gertrude couldn't think of a way out unless he got the dragon talking again or... grossed him out. It was going to be humiliating for both of them, but it might make the dragon let him go. Oh, he could barely stand the thought of it! Straining, Gertrude knew he had no other choice. He took a deep breath and squeezed, aiming to let loose all the remaining food in his lower gut into the Dragon's mouth. "Blah" |
Well.... it worked. The dragon spat him out and roared in disgust, "Eat shit and die! Kraaaak!" ... Did he just krak? Certainly not. Gertrude flapped to regain his poise in the air. The other roared at him, flinging pebbles his way. Gertrude tried to be quick and spin out of the way of the attack. He got mid spin and was flung back into a tree trunk. The bird sputtered, "You have some nerve..." he coughed. He couldn't stand just yet, no matter how much he struggled. He slumped against the tree for a moment, breathing heavily and glaring at the beast. "Blah" |
Hertrude watched painfully as the dragon approached. Slowly, he was able to gain his footing but not fast enough. The dragon raised his fist, and Gertrude squinted, but the dragon missed. Aha! an opening. Coughing once, Gertrude unfurled his wings. He kicked off, flapping as hard as he could muster. Pain burnt through him, but he was sure he could fly past the beast's face and reach his left ear again. If he couldn't defeat the thing, he would give him something to remember him by. Beak opening wide, Gertrude aimed to pierce the ear with his bottom jaw and slice it by scissoring his top jaw down on top of it. His aim was off, his vision clouded by his pain and rage. He wobbled to the right in his flight, and found his left side of his body stuck in the beasts mouth once again. With his momentum, he tore past the rugged teeth and flopped out down the back of Baratheon's head (maybe down the dragon's back, but he was unsure). Pain seared his left side. Breathing was becoming difficult. |