>>5588090>>5588106>>5588107>>5588144>>5588161>>5588168>>5588498>>5588532>>5588896>Try to gently remind the beast to turn around. His opponent’s the other way.>kiss his nose“You’re looking the wrong way.” You try to gently remind the thousand-pound demonic mountain of fur and fangs. Your heart feels as still and heavy as a stone in your chest, as if one more beat would set the monster off–he looks less a wolf, more some kind of dragon. “Your opponent is standing over there..”
You lean in and peck his nose with a kiss, your rune churning along your skin as magic comes flowing from your lips.
The monster seems to take your first kiss with him in stride–not quite altogether thrilled by it, but he hasn’t ripped your torso from your hips, so it’s a win for you. The thrall hasn’t wholly bent him to your will (be the bestial wild of his mind), but it’ll at least placate his aggression for now. The wolf slowly pulls back, head low as he pads out to face the KNIGHT opposite him in the garden. He hangs still and silent.
Then, with a lurch and snap of his heels into the ground, he begins to bound down the field toward the knight, uprooting swords and kicking up helms. You breathe a sigh of relief.
“He’s no more than a rabid dog now.” Fleur stands still. “He stood a better chance on two legs.”
The knight keeps like a statue as the wolf makes a mad dash toward her–one phantasmic gauntlet very slowly slipping from her side and wrapping its iron knuckles about one of the blades in the ground. And as the wolf sets upon her, she thrusts it up and side-steps, a swift and fluid motion that all at once finds a sword stuck from the monster’s belly and her out of the way. MORNE lurches back.
“Slow. Sloppy. Stiff.” The IRON MAIDEN remarks as she rips more blades from the flowers, each one thrust into him like a pincushion–each one even and clean in his hide, the demonstration is more a show of ability than attack. “Still MORNE, I see.”
>Look for something to throw to him. A weapon, maybe.>Consider another cast. It’ll expend energy, but it looks like he might need the help.>Do your best cheerleader act. People love when mom-age women cheerlead for them.>Ask the oracle to foretell the future of the fight while they’re in the midst of it.>Write-In. 