« Last post by EchoMirage on October 30, 2014, 11:02:00 AM »
There is something satisfying in a rocket hitting home, especially such an armored beast. The pressure wave distorts its shape in the most interesting ways, and one can observe the physics in motion - plates bend slightly, but the joints, the points of least resistance, that's where the body gives and the evaporated insides escape. The creature's clacking head landed in the bushes way beyond, propelled by the force of the blast.
"This the best your evolution can offer?" he jested, only to hear a quip from above: "They will evolve to deal better with firearms soon, I believe. Especially if more civilized folk come around. Also, little help here?"
Sunny was hanging head down, one foot tangled in a vine of some sorts, suspended between two trees, giving an apologetic shrug.
Autumn and her adversary rolled downhill, her head a blur, the vision a blur, just the instinct to kill still awake. Luckily, her imagination was too drugged to provide her with all the possibilities of why they might want her alive. She clawed at it, pawed, tore into the flesh, until it was uncertain who hunted whom. Blood flowed from both freely, until they couldn't tell which was whose, claws and teeth blurred, tore through the undergrowth, two beasts temporarily set their thoughts aside.
Autumn was uncertain whether she had won; she didn't know what there was to win. Or where there was. Or who she was.
All went dark, save the thought of a glimmering figure, gracious, slender, a dancing fey that dragged the hound back into consciousness. Sunny. She was out there in the woods, likely lost, possibly hurt.
Autumn dragged herself back into consciousness, to see the beast dragging her form towards a canyon. She made it bleed - and she could make it bleed again.