[vi would very much appreciate the backup, since while she can (mostly) handle this, it's not the only creature out there, and tentacles and hooves? SIGH. is trench trolling her with the horse? maybe. well, fuck it.]
Good job! This is a piece of ca---
[narrowly dodging a hoof to her head, there and boy does that bring up flashbacks. moreover, it pisses her off. so she opts for a dick move. what she means to do is break open the skin of her knuckles on the ground - on a hoof - on anything that'll get her blood flowing, but she finds that in the desire of the thing comes the actuality of the thing - and when backs up, dodges, drops her gauntlet, her hand has begun to leak a greenish sheen speckled with red. as she marvels at this a tentacle on its mane grasps at her, wraps, attempting to pull her into a headbutt - and so she leans into the goddamn move, thwacks her skull against the horsehead. it staggers on its feet for a moment - only stunned - not truly injured, but she changes that with punch to its goddamn nose her whole hand disappearing up a nostril - slime slicking slime - and the beast, snorting, snuffling, kicking at her to dislodge them - stumbles back as its tentacles flop limply - as its nostrils begin to smoke - and with a tremor it keels over to remain motionless, its eyes still open.]
---okay then.
[she is going to coat both gauntlets with this ichor - and should anything come at her as she tries, she will shove her poison hands right in its eyes, its mouth even - she might lose a finger, but it's gonna lose more than that.]
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Good job! This is a piece of ca---
[narrowly dodging a hoof to her head, there and boy does that bring up flashbacks. moreover, it pisses her off. so she opts for a dick move. what she means to do is break open the skin of her knuckles on the ground - on a hoof - on anything that'll get her blood flowing, but she finds that in the desire of the thing comes the actuality of the thing - and when backs up, dodges, drops her gauntlet, her hand has begun to leak a greenish sheen speckled with red. as she marvels at this a tentacle on its mane grasps at her, wraps, attempting to pull her into a headbutt - and so she leans into the goddamn move, thwacks her skull against the horsehead. it staggers on its feet for a moment - only stunned - not truly injured, but she changes that with punch to its goddamn nose her whole hand disappearing up a nostril - slime slicking slime - and the beast, snorting, snuffling, kicking at her to dislodge them - stumbles back as its tentacles flop limply - as its nostrils begin to smoke - and with a tremor it keels over to remain motionless, its eyes still open.]
---okay then.
[she is going to coat both gauntlets with this ichor - and should anything come at her as she tries, she will shove her poison hands right in its eyes, its mouth even - she might lose a finger, but it's gonna lose more than that.]