Aug 16 2016, 07:41 PM
The world around him tumbled as he was flung from the paws of Mosi. Septiezal crashed into the ground, feeling the sting of rock scrap against his sensitive scales as he skidded across the surface. His body tumbling around him soon after, leaving him in a twisted pile of coils. Dazed, the python lay there for heartbeat before gathering his bearings.
Septiezal crept his triangular head out from under his gnarled mess of a body. This Mosi... he was too strong. There was no way to beat him, not under these circumstances . No matter what he did, the four-eyed beast always found away to best him. The canine's poisonous taunts were beginning to seeping into scales, now that his rage was shaken from him. If only he had limbs.. he might have actually had a chance.
His eyes, dull and disheartened, peered up at the spectators. All these Gembounds were watching him fail. Losing hadn't bothered him before, but losing in front of all these Gemounds, he could feel their judging gazes crawl all over his scales like ants. They probably all thought he was a incompetent too. A part of Septiezal wanted to slither away hide where no one could find him forever. Then, his eyes fell upon Pharoah. He was cheering for him and all his legless might. Septiezal couldn't believe it. Pharoah, the pup he played hide and seek with a cycle ago, was here to support him despite his failures. The mangled python raised his head a little bit, touched by Pharoah's encouraging presence. He friend's cheers fueled him with determination, and spark of courage flickered in the snake's eyes, reigniting his fighting spirit. Limbs or no limbs, he was going show Mosi "all of thine power."
The serpent's body stirred to life as he corrected himself into a defensive coil like he had done at the beginning. He had finally thought of something to say to the canine's whispered threats. The python's scaley mouth split open slightly, showing a glimpse of the rows of hooked, dagger-like teeth that lined the inside. "If this wasn't a competition," Septiezal turned his head to Mosi, his eyes now burning bright with zeal and anger. "I would be tasting your charred flesssh!" The end of his sentence gave way to a loud, belligerent hiss as he broke out into a sindwind towards Mosi.
Septiezal traversed the distance as fast as his muscles and scales could carry him. He launched his head into the air as if he were striking, but allowed the momentum to carry his body forward at Mosi in a serpentine tackle. His mouth remained shut despite his instinct to bite, should he hit the canine's body. Instead, he would wrap his himself around and allow the combined efforts of momentum, gravity, and the shear weight of his powerful muscles to put the canine creature on the ground.
"Speech."
Thoughts...
Attack: T-T-T-Tackle Takedown!
Defense: A messy coil
@Mosi