07-01-2018, 06:00 PM
Morgan had to let himself lie down to keep catching his breath. The little tap of Vigenere's nose made the samoyed feel a strange fire light up inside; he had to work harder than ever to recover and protect his comrade. The stalling was working, and the dog growled between panting breaths to ward off their foes.
He smelled blood next. His eyes widened as he considered the possibility that it was Vigenere's. Regaining himself, he got back up, hoping he was ready enough to return to the action. Whipping around to face the alligator attacking Vigenere, Morgan roared and converted all of his armor and mask into one great spike. The spear flew clean through the alligator's torso, tearing a hole through it and leaving its entrails on the ground on either side. The spear made a loud blunt sound as it stuck itself in a nearby tree.
Collapsing on the ground for a moment, the samoyed focused his breathing and formed various spikes against the edges of the swamp. He hoped to prevent more attacks to allow for some time to heal. "Vigenere?" he inquired, standing up again once he was ready. He floated the armor off of the yellow feline, throwing it off to the side as he stepped toward the supplies. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? We've got medical supplies here." He pulled out his sack of herbs, picking some out to numb any pain the cat may have accumulated during the fight. He thanked himself for having gone to Nayru's lesson back in town; he may not have been able to help Vigenere without it if he got hurt. "Once we're out of territory, I'll make a warm bath for us." He smiled, turning away to head toward his icy bridge. "I've made a little mixture to put on any of your wounds. I'll make a path again, but more carefully this time." Indeed, he crept onto the bridge and formed it silently, creating spikes under the water that would keep them from being attacked further.
He smelled blood next. His eyes widened as he considered the possibility that it was Vigenere's. Regaining himself, he got back up, hoping he was ready enough to return to the action. Whipping around to face the alligator attacking Vigenere, Morgan roared and converted all of his armor and mask into one great spike. The spear flew clean through the alligator's torso, tearing a hole through it and leaving its entrails on the ground on either side. The spear made a loud blunt sound as it stuck itself in a nearby tree.
Collapsing on the ground for a moment, the samoyed focused his breathing and formed various spikes against the edges of the swamp. He hoped to prevent more attacks to allow for some time to heal. "Vigenere?" he inquired, standing up again once he was ready. He floated the armor off of the yellow feline, throwing it off to the side as he stepped toward the supplies. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? We've got medical supplies here." He pulled out his sack of herbs, picking some out to numb any pain the cat may have accumulated during the fight. He thanked himself for having gone to Nayru's lesson back in town; he may not have been able to help Vigenere without it if he got hurt. "Once we're out of territory, I'll make a warm bath for us." He smiled, turning away to head toward his icy bridge. "I've made a little mixture to put on any of your wounds. I'll make a path again, but more carefully this time." Indeed, he crept onto the bridge and formed it silently, creating spikes under the water that would keep them from being attacked further.