Welcome to Gaia! ::

Action/Attack

Devith's pain hurt Hekate worse the anything the foolish rider with the knife could have done. She'd been stabbed and cut before, but Devith! Devith's pain was hot and fresh as a cry of agony turned to rage ripped from the woman's throat. Striking out she struck hard and she struck fast, her teeth bared in a snarl as she doubled her fists up and swung them sideways at the side of the boys head like a bat. "I will be!" It was gradually becoming more and more clear that E'lov was tangling with a trained brawler like himself.

======================================================

Action/Attack

E'lov almost dropped the knife when the silver screeched in pain. He hadn't meant for it to go that far, but he was involved now, and he wasn't about to give up. Sure, she wasn't the easy target that one would have suspected but that was better anyways. Strong women were to admired, and he certainly could admire her.

He aimed a strike towards the upper part of her arm, hoping to hit it hard enough to make it temporarily numb.

-----------------------------------------------------------

E'lov
Hp: 3/25
Attack Damage: 1+1+2= ( 4 damage)
Accuracy:4 -3= 1 (HIt)
Items: 1 x knife, 1 x splint

Action/Attacking

Hekate moved like liquid steel her amber eyes burning with rage at the injury to her dragon like some vengeful wild eyed fire goddess. Ducking under E'lov's guard she pushed close to him placing her foot behind his and twisting at the hip aiming to ram her elbow directly into his chest and force him back, hopefully tripping over her foot and sending him to the ground.

======================================================

Hekate snarled and leaped after him trying to run him down, but she was tired and bruised and bleeding and behind her Devith was limping. Stopping instead she watched the retreating boys back.

"Now, later. I'll kick your a** anytime of the sevenday." Hekate murmered with a grin then filled her lungs and yelled.

"Silver or no! Mark my words! We will rule the Weyr!" She yelled after him standing there in the moonlight bleeding, but triumphant. It was a pity he hadn't stayed down longer. She'd have liked to have taken a trophy though the scar on her arm and collar would probably be trophy enough.

I will be King! Brother! And you will rue your betrayal! Devith roared coming to stand beside his rider watching the two run until they were out of sight before slowly he slipped to the ground exhausted and injured. Bending Hekate scooped her silver into her arms, the little king twisting his head to tentatively lick at the wound on his rider's collar.

Let us return to the others. Courath and Dizzian will be worried. She thought to her dragon. Though they had won the fight, they had lost a companion and a brother to the wher's treachery. Something Devith would not so easily forget or forgive.

They will pay. They will all pay Mine. Devith glowered as the pair retreated back to camp taking the long way so as to lose any possible tracking whers.



Hekate: 25/14

Devith: 65/51