Urna trotted down the trail to the location Gabriel had designated earlier. Her pawpads itched with anticipation. The weather seemed to share her sentiment; the pressure in the air had a dangerous edge to it. She could feel the growl of the storm's thunder in her bones.
Snorting out a puff of air, Urna sent drifting particulates away from her face. Gabriel had chosen this spot well. The eddies of gravitational distortion were concentrated and heightened here. Urna tilted her thick neck side to side experimentally, trying to use her inner ear to suss out the unseen patterns and get used to the dizzying shifts.
Gabriel's howl cut the air, and her dish-like ears swiveled towards the source. Tension straightened the lines of her shoulders and haunches. Urna bounded off in the direction of the challenge. Her nostrils flared and her eyes scanned the shadows as she ran. He's a shapeshifter, she reminded herself. Might not even look like a wolf. A familiar scent caught her attention, and she slowed, search intensifying. There! Behind a cloud of stardust, crouched low in the trees.
So it was like that, then. No terms, no officiation, just action. Her kind of fight. Urna's red eyes gleamed delight, and she whooped a challenge of her own before charging in. "There you are!" she snarled joyfully.
Strike fast, strike hard, don't let him get distance. Cloud Bend leveled the playing field a little between flighted and non-flighted combatants, but Gabriel's bone spurs were nothing to mess with at range, and she didn't fancy the idea of those ram horns at full force, either. Ground him.
Urna felt gravity loosen its clutch on her, and with her next stride, she sprang not forward, but up, towards the underside of a thick tree branch. Her paws met bark and she kicked down, surging from the pocket of low gravity back into a swell of high to come crashing down on Gabriel's position. Her main tentacles on her spine snapped out in search of his paws, seeking to restrain or entangle his limbs.
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Ok! First time doing, like, real combat on here so apologies for any missteps!
HP 5/5 (girl why did I not make you tankier help)
Roll 1 is DEXTERITY to see if she can crash onto Gabriel himself for 1 LP. Otherwise, she just lands heavily next to him.
Roll 2 is STRENGTH to see if she can restrain him in some way with her tentacles to keep him from moving. On a failure, she's unable to find or maintain a grip.
Snorting out a puff of air, Urna sent drifting particulates away from her face. Gabriel had chosen this spot well. The eddies of gravitational distortion were concentrated and heightened here. Urna tilted her thick neck side to side experimentally, trying to use her inner ear to suss out the unseen patterns and get used to the dizzying shifts.
Gabriel's howl cut the air, and her dish-like ears swiveled towards the source. Tension straightened the lines of her shoulders and haunches. Urna bounded off in the direction of the challenge. Her nostrils flared and her eyes scanned the shadows as she ran. He's a shapeshifter, she reminded herself. Might not even look like a wolf. A familiar scent caught her attention, and she slowed, search intensifying. There! Behind a cloud of stardust, crouched low in the trees.
So it was like that, then. No terms, no officiation, just action. Her kind of fight. Urna's red eyes gleamed delight, and she whooped a challenge of her own before charging in. "There you are!" she snarled joyfully.
Strike fast, strike hard, don't let him get distance. Cloud Bend leveled the playing field a little between flighted and non-flighted combatants, but Gabriel's bone spurs were nothing to mess with at range, and she didn't fancy the idea of those ram horns at full force, either. Ground him.
Urna felt gravity loosen its clutch on her, and with her next stride, she sprang not forward, but up, towards the underside of a thick tree branch. Her paws met bark and she kicked down, surging from the pocket of low gravity back into a swell of high to come crashing down on Gabriel's position. Her main tentacles on her spine snapped out in search of his paws, seeking to restrain or entangle his limbs.
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Ok! First time doing, like, real combat on here so apologies for any missteps!
HP 5/5 (girl why did I not make you tankier help)
Roll 1 is DEXTERITY to see if she can crash onto Gabriel himself for 1 LP. Otherwise, she just lands heavily next to him.
Roll 2 is STRENGTH to see if she can restrain him in some way with her tentacles to keep him from moving. On a failure, she's unable to find or maintain a grip.