CAN WE FIX IT?! (ROADBUILDING POST)

[opheliac]

Who: people who signed up for this
What: infrastructure building between Trench and the city of Riteior
When: earlier this month
Where: OUT IN THE WILD

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★ IC NETWORK
★ OOC REFERENCE

— MAKE YOUR TOP-LEVELS BELOW! i got bullied into making this post.

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[faceblocks]

And suddenly, pigeons.

Not her usual opening, but it's a clever cover, and she's moving beneath the birdburst toward the mess of that might have been a horse, her own feet sure beneath her as she launches and lands, heel into haunch, unsure of how much strength she needs to unbalance the beast, or if that's even possible with all the extra legs. Definitely gonna make it harder, but whatever.

Here's hoping.

She's learned not to use her bootblades unless it's absolutely necessary, and the day-in day-out of fighting trenchbeasts has bled her of some of the desire to show off. Pummels and punches keep a lot of that blood on the inside, and that's better for everyone involved, except maybe the beasts.

No time to see the blackening tendrils on his skin, but she'll spare them several glances later. Her own corruption's in even check, but it's a fine line she's walking (kicking) in these early days of her sister's resurrection. The scent of rotten flowers hangs in the air, stinging nostrils and bittering the beast's second roar as it turns to scream at its assailant.

[theflyingone]

Pigeons. Messenger pigeons were in regular use by the Assassins back home. Altaïr liked to talk to them sometimes. Horses, too. He's quite good with horses.

That makes all this such a shame.

Extra legs still share the same weight of horse between them. It still falters and stumbles at Vi's onslaught. It's good to be allies(?) with a pugilist. Altair can break a bone here and there, but he'd gotten too used to dispatching enemies with one sharp slice.

He rushes in to support her and times his punches and kicks while dodging the flailing attacks of the Beast.
It's the scream of a dying animal, and it almost moves him to pity. But he believes it must be killed. He is not strong enough to get a chokehold around its neck, but he drives his boot into the flesh there. It's a hard enough hit to almost unseat the bone, but the Beast is strong in its desperation.

Another kick strong enough to break someone's knees does it. The "horse" crumples suddenly with a broken neck. There is no air of victory, only the desperate outcome of having survived.

Only then does Altaïr pay any mind to the pain in his hand from the stone clutched between shaking fingers, but he's still full of adrenaline.

"What is that smell?" he asks as he catches his breath, eyes hard and glinting.