11-27-2019, 03:22 PM
A sudden chaos erupted in a portion of the battlefield -- whether or not it was a turning tide hard to say, but Gael felt his eyes flash. For a second the wind around him died, a muted comprehension of events unfolding. The faerie knew war enough to regain his focus, hardened and strengthened his simple resolve. The jaguar lived at least, sensible enough to get away. As the wind picked up around him once more, the black and red vulpine gently, but firmly pulled his daughter closer, to shelter her from the sight of a comrade's blood.
For a moment he regards Jervis, an ice-fire in his eyes. "Coward." The soldier refused to acknowledge a leader unwilling to face death on his own feet. Narcissistic fool. He expected none to stand in to save the fox now, even as the tigress pressed her attack. The would-be-pawns owned the game board now. Checkmate.
Attacking: no one
Stamina: 90%
For a moment he regards Jervis, an ice-fire in his eyes. "Coward." The soldier refused to acknowledge a leader unwilling to face death on his own feet. Narcissistic fool. He expected none to stand in to save the fox now, even as the tigress pressed her attack. The would-be-pawns owned the game board now. Checkmate.
Attacking: no one
Stamina: 90%
"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby