01-03-2020, 12:46 AM
Direct hit. The general's acute dentition implanted itself, albeit strenuously, in the grotesque being's underbelly. Putrid-tasting ooze - or blood - or whatever the fuck this thing bled - trickled through the orifices between his teeth and entered his mouth. Never up until this point had his palette been so befouled. The fluid's flavour allotted an ample deal of discomfort to his jaws' insides, nearly causing the wolfhound's unshakable grip to fail. Through a display of vicious winces and grimaces, Leroy maintains the clasp he'd established on Astiar; contrarily, he tightens it, in an attempt to contend with the irritation that surged within his maw. The grip would persist until the beast exited the territory. He'd make sure of that.
Ain't nothing gonna tear him off of the bug, not even its grody bodily juices. Unfortunately for the attacker, though, this affected him worse than his target.
The creature began to buzz. For all the cur knew, it was just a sound, a panic mechanism activated when in danger. It caught him off guard, and left him somewhat disconcerted, but if it meant Astiar was making tracks, he'd pay no mind to it. Instead, his unbridled attention was directed on the cicada's stomach, and nowhere else.
Without a moment's notice, a force yanks him downwards. What exactly this force was, and why it influenced him, Leroy understood not. Whatever it was, though, it worked against him, attempting to undo his accomplished work by drawing him away from his victim. This wouldn't do. The only logical action he could take at this point was harden the grapple he had over the creature. Which he did.
Leroy was mighty proud of himself. The male's track record for hand-to-hand combat looked shamefully atrocious. In the five or six raids he'd partaken in during the entirety of his existence, he came out on top in only two encounters with an enemy. This included border skirmishes. Only two encounters won, the rest being narrow draws and bitter defeats. And of those two fights where he did win, both were merely ambushes. Indeed, one of said ambushes ended up with a Pittian's death, which is pretty badass, but still... it was a fucking ambush. Ambushes aren't cool. So essentially, he had yet to win any notable fights. It'd be dope to drive Astiar out, because that'd count, he thought.
Okay, his jaw was starting to hurt quite a bit. How long had his mouth been clamped on the dragon? A few seconds? Yeah, a sizable amount like that made sense. With the cicada utterly refusing to fight back, Leroy felt... bored, if he was being honest. He wonders how the others are faring, and slightly tilting his noggin to the side in an attempt to observe his comrades' current state of affairs. Chocolate eyes widen in absolute terror, as the mongrel comes to the realization that the monster he latched himself onto was flying away. Now, he realizes his life may be in danger. Now, he realizes the stupidity and recklessness of his actions. Now, he realizes what exactly the force was that wrenches him towards the earth. That force was called gravity.
Something - or someone - grabs hold of his midsection and tears him off. The ensuing fall lasted but a brief amount of time, but time short duration didn't nullify just how horrifying the experience was. If flying was exactly like that, then the hound solemnly vowed that he'd never pull an Aurum and sprout wings. Because fuck that. At least
he avoided shattering his bones with the landing, which was cushioned by Miller, and his Proxy.
Leroy stands upright, and shoots Miller an appreciative glance. The cheetah may very well have spared him from death - or worse, a trip to the Pitt. His display of loyalty would definitely be repaid soon enough. He then nods to Aurum, who played an equal part in saving him. Removing his gaze from the feline, instead focusing on the Kydobi-less accumulation of Tanglers, the wolfhound approaches his tribemates with a half-satisfied half-worried expression. The lack of the jaguar's existence meant one of only two things: either he escaped, or he got totally pulverized. By all things holy, he hoped it was the latter.
"So, what happened to the deadbeat?" he asks. Regardless of the actual answer he'd receive, Leroy knew his next course of action. Goldenluxury would be needing a visit. Given that her underling had been offered numerous warnings for being within the forest's vicinity, it was easy to anticipate that the temporary Ardent would side with him.
It'd be pretty dope if Kydobi just got totally pulverized. Pretty badass, even.
Ain't nothing gonna tear him off of the bug, not even its grody bodily juices. Unfortunately for the attacker, though, this affected him worse than his target.
The creature began to buzz. For all the cur knew, it was just a sound, a panic mechanism activated when in danger. It caught him off guard, and left him somewhat disconcerted, but if it meant Astiar was making tracks, he'd pay no mind to it. Instead, his unbridled attention was directed on the cicada's stomach, and nowhere else.
Without a moment's notice, a force yanks him downwards. What exactly this force was, and why it influenced him, Leroy understood not. Whatever it was, though, it worked against him, attempting to undo his accomplished work by drawing him away from his victim. This wouldn't do. The only logical action he could take at this point was harden the grapple he had over the creature. Which he did.
Leroy was mighty proud of himself. The male's track record for hand-to-hand combat looked shamefully atrocious. In the five or six raids he'd partaken in during the entirety of his existence, he came out on top in only two encounters with an enemy. This included border skirmishes. Only two encounters won, the rest being narrow draws and bitter defeats. And of those two fights where he did win, both were merely ambushes. Indeed, one of said ambushes ended up with a Pittian's death, which is pretty badass, but still... it was a fucking ambush. Ambushes aren't cool. So essentially, he had yet to win any notable fights. It'd be dope to drive Astiar out, because that'd count, he thought.
Okay, his jaw was starting to hurt quite a bit. How long had his mouth been clamped on the dragon? A few seconds? Yeah, a sizable amount like that made sense. With the cicada utterly refusing to fight back, Leroy felt... bored, if he was being honest. He wonders how the others are faring, and slightly tilting his noggin to the side in an attempt to observe his comrades' current state of affairs. Chocolate eyes widen in absolute terror, as the mongrel comes to the realization that the monster he latched himself onto was flying away. Now, he realizes his life may be in danger. Now, he realizes the stupidity and recklessness of his actions. Now, he realizes what exactly the force was that wrenches him towards the earth. That force was called gravity.
Something - or someone - grabs hold of his midsection and tears him off. The ensuing fall lasted but a brief amount of time, but time short duration didn't nullify just how horrifying the experience was. If flying was exactly like that, then the hound solemnly vowed that he'd never pull an Aurum and sprout wings. Because fuck that. At least
he avoided shattering his bones with the landing, which was cushioned by Miller, and his Proxy.
Leroy stands upright, and shoots Miller an appreciative glance. The cheetah may very well have spared him from death - or worse, a trip to the Pitt. His display of loyalty would definitely be repaid soon enough. He then nods to Aurum, who played an equal part in saving him. Removing his gaze from the feline, instead focusing on the Kydobi-less accumulation of Tanglers, the wolfhound approaches his tribemates with a half-satisfied half-worried expression. The lack of the jaguar's existence meant one of only two things: either he escaped, or he got totally pulverized. By all things holy, he hoped it was the latter.
"So, what happened to the deadbeat?" he asks. Regardless of the actual answer he'd receive, Leroy knew his next course of action. Goldenluxury would be needing a visit. Given that her underling had been offered numerous warnings for being within the forest's vicinity, it was easy to anticipate that the temporary Ardent would side with him.
It'd be pretty dope if Kydobi just got totally pulverized. Pretty badass, even.