Mar 18 2018, 01:35 AM
Khloros snorted, turning just in time to get tumbled over and trampled, rammed, the agony of searing heat burning into his flesh. He was bowled across the ice, a shrill, spectral shriek escaping him. As he scrambled up he smelled, with alarm, the stench of burning flesh--and realized it was his own.
This is a problem.
With a wild snort he regained his feet, hooves scrabbling for purchase on the frozen slabs below. His eyes were wide and wild as he turned to face the ram, ears flicking. Muscles surged as he tried to keep his balance, his thin shoulders and chest twitching. He found his teeth baring, another angry, screaming neigh escaping him.
The pain of the pointed hoofprints where they'd pierced his hide ached sharply, burning, burning--
Rapid, faster than a creature as sick as he should have been able to move, Khloros spun and lashed out hard with both hind legs, aiming a sharp double-kick for his attacker.
In a strange, accidental echo of Aries' thoughts, a few words ran through his mind--He must be stopped.
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
Round: 2/7
Attempt: Kick
Defense: None
Injuries: Horn-thumped, burnt
@Aries