[Battles have been won or lost on smaller mistakes.
Myr's first presentiment of trouble is an instant too late; he lunges away--but the chain's already bound fast and he goes down flat-out. Teeth snap together on an epithet wrung from abused lungs.
He could stay down, stunned and winded; the temptation flits between his ears. Let this play out as it would without him--let Linden escape with his Bonded-- Let Rich and the others die, and it's fury at his own cowardice and the sheer monstrous unfairness of the situation that drives Myr back to his feet.
A real deer would be crippled to uselessness by the spellchain wrapped around its forelegs. Myr resembles one only in crude brushstrokes, the magic having left him somewhere awkwardly between quadruped and biped. He doesn't really think about what it is he'll do, letting sheer desperate urgency propel him into an ungainly crow-hop, a shambling leap--
That goes a hell of a lot further than he thought it would. He's the presence of mind--just--to jerk his head back and antlers out of the way before he collides with the fleeing Witch. Rolls aside quickly as he can to avoid crushing Linden in the fall--MakerforgivemeIdidn'tmeanit--but by then, the damage is already done.]
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Myr's first presentiment of trouble is an instant too late; he lunges away--but the chain's already bound fast and he goes down flat-out. Teeth snap together on an epithet wrung from abused lungs.
He could stay down, stunned and winded; the temptation flits between his ears. Let this play out as it would without him--let Linden escape with his Bonded-- Let Rich and the others die, and it's fury at his own cowardice and the sheer monstrous unfairness of the situation that drives Myr back to his feet.
A real deer would be crippled to uselessness by the spellchain wrapped around its forelegs. Myr resembles one only in crude brushstrokes, the magic having left him somewhere awkwardly between quadruped and biped. He doesn't really think about what it is he'll do, letting sheer desperate urgency propel him into an ungainly crow-hop, a shambling leap--
That goes a hell of a lot further than he thought it would. He's the presence of mind--just--to jerk his head back and antlers out of the way before he collides with the fleeing Witch. Rolls aside quickly as he can to avoid crushing Linden in the fall--MakerforgivemeIdidn'tmeanit--but by then, the damage is already done.]