unite the children of the bleed - o, spar

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Bertille, now Redvox remembered why he wasn't a fighter. Why he would never be a fighter. Sure, he could fight if it was utterly needed, but to get some sick thrill from it? He could never relate to that. Even in this exercise, one that ultimately wouldn't end with some kind of death, Vinny could feel a spike of anxiety and panic running through his very being, screaming at him to turn around and run. This anxiety was what caused him to loosen his clawing grip for a moment. This, of course, was a huge mistake. Right as his claws paused in their rapid scratching for a moment, he was hit straight in the side with a large curled horn. For not the first time in this fight, the very air in his lungs was slammed out of him, his small body connecting with the ground with a slam that made his ears ring. Everything sounded so sharp and echoey, and he found himself groaning in pain. He wanted to stop. He wanted to stop so very much now. However, it seemed as though Aslisk wasn't ready to, because one of his wings was suddenly being grabbed. As soon as he felt force on one of his wings, his panic turned up to 11. His wings, despite being his largest and most prominent limbs, were fragile and carefully crafted, made just large enough to allow him to glide and move around, but not strong enough to avoid being ripped or critically injured. Just the thought of such a thing happening nearly sent Vin into hysterics, his breath coming out in harsh pants that were somewhat akin to hyperventilating. He really hadn't wanted to panic in front of Aslisk, but he couldn't help it. Besides, it wasn't as if he would truly be losing that much respect from her. How much respect did she really have for him in the first place? One of the first things she had done upon getting her had been to threaten him.

His thoughts were a jumbled mess as Aslisk grabbed his wing, and he found himself just numbly staring ahead for a moment, no plan popping into his mind to help get him out of this situation. No matter what he did, he didn't have the size, speed, or powers that Aslisk had. Sure, he could use strategy, but that's what he had been trying to do, admit hadn't exactly been going amazingly for him thus far. Aslisk's new form was just too strong for him, who only had his claws and teeth to rely on. Therefore, when Aslisk pinned one of his wings beneath her foot, he had no intention of fighting any further. Desperately struggling against his breath to calm it into something that wasn't just outright panic, the Harbinger spoke up at that moment, "Aslisk... Aslisk, I yield. I fuckin' yield. Get offa me." His voice was commanding in that moment, but it was pretty clear that he was still panicking inside, and he had to resist the urge to pull his wings out from under her him. He knew very well that if he just took that route and tried to yank as hard as he could, it was very possible that his wing could tear, and not only would that put him in some extreme pain, but he also wouldn't be able to do any gliding, and it would make it difficult for him to get around. Really, all he could hope was that Aslisk actually backed down, since if she didn't, he didn't really have any backup plan to speak of. He prayed to Bertille that she did back down, considering this was just supposed to be a simple sparring event, and not something that ended in death or serious injury.