[ Attackers and attack targets are whisked off in pairs to their own part of the restaurant, just the two of them. Two enter, but only one may leave! ]
[ Still laughing in that slightly unhinged manner so that his jump backwards is pure reflex but also quite fast, as sleek black fur pours over his body and his features shift to make room for the even more canine attributes that replace them. Soon all that is left is the huge black wolf that stares back at her with a lolling tongue, looking incredibly satisfied ]
[ as the 'spear' strikes the ground it immediately loses its form. somewhat like avante's swords, except leaving a puddle of bubbling magma in its wake.
her gaze lingers on this residue for a moment before circumstances force her gaze up to the wolf-- ]
.... [ and then as if by pure reflex she raises both her arms, now transformed entirely to the shoulders into cracked volcanic rock, in the telltale position of a hunter-- the magma that strives to replace her flesh and blood forming itself into a glowing hot bow. with an arrow to match.
you're being hunted, wolf. she shoots an arrow much akin to the "spear" she threw earlier, though this time it's shot with skilled accuracy. ]
[ well. for the price of charging forwards to attack her that arrow's likely going to rip through his body.
as for her, she reacts in pure reflex-- her firey hand coming out to catch the wolf by the throat. likely it won't stop him completely, but other hand is already melting her "bow" into something closer to "spear" again, more suitable for stabbing into him from such a close distance.
[ Nope it doesn't as he chomps down on that hand, getting burned badly but also not seeming to entirely care. He's intent on breaking the damn thing. ]
[ unfortunately it's kind of debatable if she even has bones at this rate. the lava parts at his bite however, seeping like thick old blood onto the ground. her mouth like a void as it opens in a soundless scream, perhaps her voice also just swallowed by flames. or maybe she doesn't scream at all.
either way, she's moving to stab the molten "spear" clean through his neck. ]
[ well if she's getting dragged down then that keeps her well within stabbing range so she's hardly fighting to get out of the hold. weathering the kicking and clawing she tries again-- this time to stab him in the torso, to pin him to the ground. ]
[ The kicks are actually attempting to launch her away from his body but he can take a torso stab in the process and scream bloody wolf murder, while snapping wildly ]
[ she's quite fine with being launched away, especially if she manages to pin him.
rising to her feet, she appears to sustain a variety of wounds... though any blood is merely lava, and she's so hungry being injured will hardly stop her. she stalks around the wolf, avoiding his snapping jaws as she grabs the hilt of the 'spear' in his torso. and yanks it upwards, aiming to slice slowly through his chest. ]
[ Does not seem to care. Instead hurls himself to the side in a roll with enough force to tear the spear from his flesh and of course pour out a lot of blood. And then is going to bury his fangs into her side, again heedless to the flames. Also waggy tail. ]
[ well, she was trying to pet him. it's a little sad that he rolled away before she could. but apparently he is back and ripping at her torso---
with his head locked in place she grabs at his skull then, with both her hands. still bleeding out the lava would seep into his fur as she sends fire through her fingers, aiming to truly burn him. the smell of burning fur and flesh soon filling the room. ]
[ WITH A VERY SUSPICIOUS LAVA HAND. Anyway, he doesn't want pets, he wants to bite and maul and rip and eat. He howls at the burning agony on his head and brings up with paws to slash at her with his claws, as he attempts to rip a piece of her off. ]
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her gaze lingers on this residue for a moment before circumstances force her gaze up to the wolf-- ]
.... [ and then as if by pure reflex she raises both her arms, now transformed entirely to the shoulders into cracked volcanic rock, in the telltale position of a hunter-- the magma that strives to replace her flesh and blood forming itself into a glowing hot bow. with an arrow to match.
you're being hunted, wolf. she shoots an arrow much akin to the "spear" she threw earlier, though this time it's shot with skilled accuracy. ]
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as for her, she reacts in pure reflex-- her firey hand coming out to catch the wolf by the throat. likely it won't stop him completely, but other hand is already melting her "bow" into something closer to "spear" again, more suitable for stabbing into him from such a close distance.
if he wants to bite into flesh he'll have to act fast because for those playing along at home her entire body is quickly becoming nothing but fire and rock. ]
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either way, she's moving to stab the molten "spear" clean through his neck. ]
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rising to her feet, she appears to sustain a variety of wounds... though any blood is merely lava, and she's so hungry being injured will hardly stop her. she stalks around the wolf, avoiding his snapping jaws as she grabs the hilt of the 'spear' in his torso. and yanks it upwards, aiming to slice slowly through his chest. ]
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You're going to bleed out and die, beast. [ her voice is lower than normal, like a thick gurgling stream. she sounds calm.... almost serene.
or simply just removed, emotionally.
she's reaching out to place her other hand on top of his head. ]
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with his head locked in place she grabs at his skull then, with both her hands. still bleeding out the lava would seep into his fur as she sends fire through her fingers, aiming to truly burn him. the smell of burning fur and flesh soon filling the room. ]
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