He should have expected she'd toss like the hurt animal she was in the moment, but too many months of fighting more humanoid creatures had him at a disadvantage he couldn't afford. She slams him to the ground and his ribs strain against the pressure, threatening to snap like the twigs they surely were under her force, but just barely hold. Not that it matters much.
His vision spins and his hand feels empty like the raven skull is either still lodged in her face or clattered off somewhere on the ground, he doesn't know and he barely has the wherewithal to try and roll to his feet. Winded and dizzy, the pitiful fighter's stance he takes up with fists raised like they might do anything more than bruise when swung, was his last line of defense and a paltry one at that. When was the last time he'd even fought alone? This would typically be when Amnos would swing in with a rage-filled cry and defend him. When his sister's arrows would find their mark, when Ra'ah would appear from the shadows with cruel cuts aimed to kill, when Silver's wild magic would either offer small distraction or obliterate on the spot...but they weren't here. No one was coming.
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His vision spins and his hand feels empty like the raven skull is either still lodged in her face or clattered off somewhere on the ground, he doesn't know and he barely has the wherewithal to try and roll to his feet. Winded and dizzy, the pitiful fighter's stance he takes up with fists raised like they might do anything more than bruise when swung, was his last line of defense and a paltry one at that. When was the last time he'd even fought alone? This would typically be when Amnos would swing in with a rage-filled cry and defend him. When his sister's arrows would find their mark, when Ra'ah would appear from the shadows with cruel cuts aimed to kill, when Silver's wild magic would either offer small distraction or obliterate on the spot...but they weren't here. No one was coming.