She was flying at him, flying at him and he was gathering his magic, his strategy already clear in his mind. He saw her leap over him, he felt her descending, felt her talons grip a dubious grasp in his fur. He turned his head slightly so that he could see her--but otherwise he remained unmoving.
Still.
He aimed to settle his magicka around her--moreso now that she was so conveniently close and settled--and tear her up, away, and throw her--and not just throw her, but slam her down, down on the ground, closer to the river.
He made no motion as he did this; he made no sound, and his gems did not glimmer. He merely stood still and silent, focusing, as his magic worked as a giant, violent hand.
Round: 4/
Attempt: Grab Blackberry and throw her down
Defense: None
Injuries: None
@Blackberry
He felt the tear of talons scratching over his back as the goose was flung free, and of course immediately began focusing on gathering his magicka again.
Again, and for something more powerful.
But once more the goose closed the distance before he could finish it, her strangely-barbed bill clamping around his leg. He felt blood drawing, and snorted loudly in pain, though it was nothing compared to what he'd felt through the link with Aster.
Irritated, he flung his magic forth in a shockwave, aiming to strike Blackberry dead on in her bizarre chest--and again throw her tumbling over the stone. Instead, he struck his own leg, and now it DID hurt almost as much as it had then, a thud knocking him flat on his chest with a bleat of angered, startled pain.
He had not, exactly, succeeded in dislodging the goose.
Round: 5/
Attempt: Throw Blackberry again, more violently.
Defense: None
Injuries: Scratches & bite
@Blackberry
The pain wrenched higher as the bird's spiked beak drove into his flesh, and anger rippled through him further. He was desperate to be free of her, to fling her and crush her bones, to bleed her and tear her feathers from her body, to get rid of her so that she was no longer biting him. To silence her madness.
He bleated, squeezing his eyes shut and thrashing against the pain, blindly.
He feared trying to throw her away, again, biting him as she was. He summoned his magic, as powerfully as he could, willing it to do something--anything--to destroy this bird and get her off him.
Pride felt it lash out, felt the heat bloom as the ground just before him was abruptly flash-vaporized into burning plasma. His eyes sprang wide in surprise, flicking over the vanished stone, the pool of roiling heat and flaring white fire in its place. Had he done that?!
He just hoped it'd take the goose with it--or harm her enough to drive her off. Or, at the very least, to force her away long enough for him to create further magic.
Round: 6/
Attempt: Supernova on the ground beneath Blackberry
Defense: Summarize your character's defenses.
Injuries: Scratched/bitten/ow/wounded leg
@Blackberry
He hadn't ever known true rage before, but he knew it now. It blazed in him, white-hot as the fire before him. As the bird lifted off, he snapped his gaze up to follow her, staring up past the scent of his own blood and the ringing of his racing pulse in his ears.
Again he lunged his magicka up after her, chasing, savage, as he'd done a dozen times with the rats while hunting. He aimed to lash it around her, another invisible hand, a crushing grip that would drag her back down at full speed as if she had fallen from the sky--to slam her down into the rock below.
He didn't aim for anything in particular--neither the river, nor the white-hot fire that still blazed a pace before his face. Instead he just threw, blind with violence, enraged, and hoped that it would crush every bone in the wretched bully's body.
Round: 7/
Attempt: Telekinesis Blackberry back down into the ground with force
Defense: Summarize your character's defenses.
Injuries: Scratched/bitten/ow/wounded leg/a little bit beakstabbed
@Blackberry