Azazel let go, and finally Fisher was free to scamper away... But his legs didn't want to work, so much. He fumbled, stumbling over his own paws. The air felt charged with magic, but he hardly noticed it as he wriggled away, then plopped uselessly on the floor once more. He was exhausted, and everything was fuzzy and bright. Afraid of being hurt anymore, Fisher curled up into a tight ball, electricity building up in his fur as a method of protecting himself.
The world should just go away. Fisher's bleeding tongue licked bits of bone shards out of his gums and ran his paws over his muzzle. The white things, the bones, they were dangerous and evil. He would stick to mice, tasty tasty mice and not eat their awful, pointy bits.
There was one last think that Fisher realized. Azazel would never, ever be his friend. This big jerk of a bird had pushed him to his worst, and like the Spire who had hurt him, had sent giant monsters at him, and like the Snake who thought he was food, Azazel had become his worst enemy. A small part of the fuzzy noodle thought that one day, he might be able to fight back, but for right now, he could only hope that the awful bird would stay far away.
{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
AZAZEL v. FISHER for GRUDGE YAY
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE
- { ATTEMPT }
- ~ casting charge on himself
- { DEFENSES }
- ~ curled up in a ball, hoping to disappear. casting charge defensively.
- { INJURIES }
- ~ prior injuries;;
- wounded forepaw (mostly healed, still sore)
- puncture wound on tail (beginning to heal, scabbed over)
~ current injuries;;
- possibly bruised from gettin tossed around (rnd 1)
- forepaw injury jarred from missing his target (rnd 2)
- ELECTROCUTED BY A CRITICAL FAIL BOLT (rnd 3)
- mouth bleeding from bits of bones in his mouth (rnd 3)
For a long time, nothing disturbed the Fisher. The bird did not return; the electricity a friendly, soft hum in his fur. Silence otherwise hung in the air, and nothing touched him. Nothing moved. Eventually, he could feel his paws again, and everything ached. The white spotty vision cleared, and slowly he lifted his head to look around, ears twitching hesitantly.
He could see the bird was still around, but Azazel looked absolutely miserable. Furious, but wounded, the long brown animal carefully rose to his paws. He thought about attacking again, his pride and rage fueling his mind, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fight anymore. Letting out a sharp hiss, the small noodle tried to slip away into the shadows, far away from the giant bird who had hurt him so.
"This isn't the last of me," Fisher vowed, a low growl in his throat and anger flashing in his hot copper eyes. "You'll regret messing with this Fisher." He had no idea who the big bird was, but he would never forget that ugly mug. Although he had already forgot where he was, which meant... Well, it was time for the injured mustelid to get very, very lost.
;; Fisher Exit!
(seems like a good place to end the thread, right? :'D sorry aza.... i still love you D: <3)