[ He shouts back over the clash and grinding of bone against bone. The tail-hilt swings in his direction, slamming into his ribs and throwing him toward the wall again. It rattles his brains again and he can feel something in his right arm snap.
The blood streaming down from a new wound on his head feels sticky and hot against his skin. It's as close to panic as he's come since facing Jath'ibaye - he doesn't know what this is, he doesn't know how to stop it. In the midst of striking Claude the beast turns its head toward Kahlil, sniffing the air.
The earth is your flesh, the rivers your blood, the skies your breath. Parfir, the earth is your flesh, the rivers your blood, the skies your breath. I honor you. I honor you. I honor you...
The prayer wrings in his head as he struggles to his feet. Too scared to summon another weapon, he bites into his own wrist, tearing open the flesh with a pained cry.
The spill of fresh blood has the bones whipping around, ignoring Claude entirely as it fixes on Kahlil.
It's the opening he was hoping to give Claude. Hopefully he either has the strength to swing a good hit - or the strength left to run. ]
cw: gore
[ He shouts back over the clash and grinding of bone against bone. The tail-hilt swings in his direction, slamming into his ribs and throwing him toward the wall again. It rattles his brains again and he can feel something in his right arm snap.
The blood streaming down from a new wound on his head feels sticky and hot against his skin. It's as close to panic as he's come since facing Jath'ibaye - he doesn't know what this is, he doesn't know how to stop it. In the midst of striking Claude the beast turns its head toward Kahlil, sniffing the air.
The earth is your flesh, the rivers your blood, the skies your breath. Parfir, the earth is your flesh, the rivers your blood, the skies your breath. I honor you. I honor you. I honor you...
The prayer wrings in his head as he struggles to his feet. Too scared to summon another weapon, he bites into his own wrist, tearing open the flesh with a pained cry.
The spill of fresh blood has the bones whipping around, ignoring Claude entirely as it fixes on Kahlil.
It's the opening he was hoping to give Claude. Hopefully he either has the strength to swing a good hit - or the strength left to run. ]