Morgule landed a kick in her opponents stomach, though not at the right angle to disembowel him. It did however sent him reeling back and left several cuts on his chest. He did a couple of somersaults through the air before he reajusted his wings and came right back at her. They grabbed each other in what almost seemed to be a bear hug as she lunged for his throat. He brought his head down to lock his horns with hers. As they were locked together they started to plummet down towards the earth
Geren was impressed, or would have been if he hadn't been fighting for his life. Whoever this strange sphinx was, she was good. Very good. as their horns were locked together they gazed for a moment into each other's eyes, though an infuriated glare may have been a more appropriate description on the part of his opponent. Still, her at-first golden eyes were now flickering with all the different feiry colors of an ember, showing deep power and anger that he found almost hypnotic. he tried to push himself away from her, to disentangle himself so they would have time to pull out of the fall and not crash into the ground....
There was his big mistake. As he started pulling back she suddently twisted around and under him until her claws were at his back...
He let out a half-roar half-scream as her claws slid in right at the wing joint, where he had skin and not the armored feathers. She dug in, twisted, and pulled out, tearing apart the ligaments that allowed him to control his right wing. With that she disengaged, and he plummeted towards the ground.
As he started to fall headfirst, he saw a familiar red dot and several smaller black ones racing up the pass towards him.
Maybe she was right....
The groud was speeding towards him. He realized what he could do, gave an inward groan, then turned in the air. Turned so that his right wing was between him and the ground. Since he could no longer use it the conventional way, he decided to use it to break his fall.
He didn't cry out as his wing snapped as he hit the ground. The rest of his body relativly unharmed and cusioned in the fall by the wing, he lept to his feet and turned to meet his opponent. Now dragging on the ground in a horrid mass, he partially transformed, just enough to retract his right wing into his back so he wouldn't have to deal with the dead weight.
To his surprise, the lone sphinx was abiding by an honor code. Instead of using her aerial advandage, she landed on the ground in front of him and folded her wings along her back for protection.
<GEREN!!>
He realized the others must have seen him fall.
<Alambil, I'm fine, I just lost a wing...>
<YOU JUST LOST A WING AND YOU"RE FINE!!!????> roared Sorcha increduously <GEREN, YOU IMBICIL! IF SHE DOESN"T KILL YOU I WILL!!!>
<Sorcha, I'm a little busy here...> he tried to keep his voice calm as the female charged at him and they locked horns again.
<May I ask why youre going to kill me?> he said in a voice that he was trying to keep nonchalant, but a trace of the tension got through.
<BECAUSE YOU ARE BEING AN IDIOTIC FAT....>
<Sorcha, that's enough!> Alambil was rigid, her eyes locked towards where Geren had fallen. He and the other sphinx were just coming into view, and she was starting to draw power to herself in case she needed to cast a spell.
<Geren, this has gone far enough, I want you out of there...>
Geren was ignoring her. His pride was not going to let him back down unless absolutely necessary. What he also wasn't saying was that he knew it was going to be messy if he didn't win; the other sphinx would be victorious, and by Echidnean law would have the right to have her territory left alone. Unfortunatly that collided with the Imperial laws that requested denizens allow troops to pass through when deemed necessary. He focused on the battle in front of him; he was not going to lose now...
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