Redsand Canyon Madness

for @Nyra only

Things were spinning out of control inside of her. She felt like she was falling, and falling, like it had no end to the depth underneath her. She hadn’t felt hysteria before, but this was the closest thing she ever came to it. Her thoughts and ideas were turning her mand for now, yet nothing on her demeanor had changed. Her gaze was as cold as ever, her body showed nothing but a war machine. A shield maiden guided by the cry of battle.

She sought her out. The only one who understood the terrors she had seen, the other one who had been to war and come home without a whole heart. Had War never seen battle she would have been a different creature, a creature of wholesomeness, kindness. It wasn’t meant to be. War had seen battle, too many of them for now, too many to count.

She found @Nyra, she looked upon her and her eyes said one thing only. Spar with me. She uttered no words but readied herself. Continue to become stronger. A promise she could keep, a promise she had all intentions of the world to keep. She took a strong stance and waited for Nyra to agree to the spar, waited for her to come at her and expected no words, expected nothing but Nyra’s next move. She had to close her mind, stop the spiral of thoughts and madness within.

rolled a 1 lmao

 


Nyra expected War would come find her sooner or later. The red powerhouse seemed at odds with herself lately, and the Grandmaster figured it was only a matter of time before the russet woman came to her.

And she did. 
It took no words for Nyra to understand the need.
She took her own strong stance to mirror War's, analyzing. 
And an explosion of speed forward from the Warmaiden - a rush tactic, which had yet to land. It was in War's paws now.

No words were said, they didn’t need to. Nyra came toward her, but War was ready. She readied her entire body and launched herself forward like a bullet shot from a shotgun. Raw power and ferocity were fired off. She crashed with Nyra, had Nyra been smaller than War she likely would have tumbled over and fallen victim for gravity and weight, but they were equal in size. She did not tumble so easily. War snapped her fangs upon flesh and fur, from whatever point she could reach near her shoulder as the crashed. Nyra's chest into War's shoulder.

She made sure to not draw blood, she did not mean to harm or maim Nyra, but she felt the force of her body crashing into her chest, she felt her fangs clamp together anyway. Sometimes she forgot her own strength and terror would erupt. Today she felt nothing but fur and flesh in her jaws as she let go again. She tried to back off, letting Nyra breathe for a moment, as War pulled her weight off her chest. It had made a thunderous sound when they crashed, the two heavy battle maids each coming at full speed toward one another, it was sure to make a sound.

Today, it was all about that sound.

Chest to chest, or almost. 
Nyra collided fiercely with War, and felt teeth to her shoulder.
A snap of her own fangs that missed War's ear, before the two backed off from each other to breathe. 

Nyra circled, paced,  with a ravenous prowl, and burst forward again, arcing her jaws for War's side. If she connected there, or anywhere, she would be sure to only pinch, not draw blood. A mirrored courtesy, to acknowledge War's own.

She watched as Nyra circled her. She watched silently, turned her body to face her and when she came toward her War meant to do something - but suddenly it began. The woman’s vision blurred and she did not see Nyra coming, she saw nothing but the fire of a past battle, the blood and the horror she had witness came rolling back and had she not been a wolf she would have been covered in cold sweat. She trembled and fear was visible in her eyes.

Then a clash.

Nyra clashed into her, and War who had lost all sense of where she was for the moment tumbled over like a huge log with Nyra on top and pinching at her side. War felt pulled backward into her own mind and the look of fear was replaced with horror. She would not die here! She refused! She could not see Nyra, but she felt her and she snapped her fangs toward the weight, but snapped nothing but thin air. It hurt. The blood was flowing everywhere and War could see nothing but the war raging on around her, comrades falling to left and right and she began to fear for her life.

She struggled, her legs flailing and with a loud cry she screamed on top of her lungs. “NO!” No - I will not die today. She was able to feel the ground under her with her paws and with a huge adrenaline rush she pushed herself upward. She lifted her body up with Nyra still pinching her side, having no idea what was going on in the mind of her sparing partner. When War stood she swayed under the heavy weight of Nyra.

She lost contact with the real world. She snarled at nothing and snapped her fangs into thin air once again before her amber eyes turned mad. It was obvious she wasn’t seeing the same things as Nyra, she wasn’t quite there and she began panting heavily.

Then it stopped. Everything became clear, lifted like a sudden fog and she could see Nyra once again. She blinked, the stone cold gaze returning. She wasn’t done yet.

The fight was never over.

As Nyra struck, it began to occur that War wasn't all there in this moment.
The snaps and growls were in disarray and chaotic, much unlike the red woman she had come to know. 

A thundersome rumble suddenly, and War was heaving upward against Nyra's teeth, and to this, the Grandmaster backed off, watching War snap and snarl at nothing before the war-machine came back to the present. 
Nyra kept her stance, but was obviously concerned for her packmate "Are you okay?" 

”Are you okay?”

Words she did not want to hear. She understood the concern, but then again, she was afraid. Yes, afraid. Afraid Nyra wouldn’t understand, that Nyra would hate her for it, that Nyra would feel repelled by the way her mind worked. She saw the past like it was the present because of the things she had seen, done – killed.

”Sometimes – “ She began. Then she shook her head. ”After” She announced. After the spar she would tell her, after the fighting she would let Nyra in on what was going on in her head. She composed herself and watched Nyra. Waited. Carefully she moved forward, circling and then she bit forward, not her most powerful bite, this was not war, this was not someone she was supposed to kill. She wanted her fangs around her front leg to tilt her over. Not an elegant move, but effective if she could get Nyra off balance.

Sometimes... War started to explain.
After. The red woman said. 
Nyra nodded in agreement, re-taking her stance a War did. 
She watched the russet woman prowled, and lunge forward. Teeth found her foreleg and Nyra stumbled on impact.
With swift movement, Nyra aimed her jaws for the side of War's neck, a hit that, if landed, she hoped would make War herself at least stumble too, if not lose balance. 

Nyra knew neither of them would go down without a fight.

War found Nyra’s leg and the woman fell.

However as expected from the white woman, she did not fall without taking War with her. She grasped for her neck and got a hold of it too. War was thrown out of balance too and stumbled forward and fell down on top of Nyra. Not very elegantly either, the big and heavy woman was not used to a dance like this and she had not been prepared.

As she fell on top of Nyra, War opened her jaws and locked a hold of whatever she could get her jaws on underneath her. Mostly fur likely, but it was something. The tussle was on for real now and War ignored every bell within her that screamed for blood. No. Not now, not here, not this woman.

She couldn’t harm Nyra like that, she couldn’t draw her blood even if every war ridden fiber of her demanded it to be so. She tried to get a grip with her jaws and shake, carefully though, to not cause too much harm. She knew she wouldn’t grab much more than fur and skin, but the fight was on. She wasn’t about to stop now. Now when there was her sanity at stake.

The weight of War on top of her was similar to Kynareth's own, when he was around. It was a learned tolerance that had come with hard work.

Feeling teeth on her lower neck, Nyra in turn swung her fangs from neck, for War's shoulder. A harsh pinch would hopefully be the worst of the pain, if he blow landed where she intended.

Nyra moved her fangs to War's shoulder and it pinched alright. War tried to scramble back to her feet, but couldn't. Not without leaving herself exposed. Instead she pressed her weight down as heavily as possible on top of her, imobolizing her so she couldn't start squirming or kicking her in the face. War didn't say a sound or flinch this time, instead she tried to let her fangs find Nyra's neck to press her down and hold her, end the fight.

Things didn't go that easily, Nyra was not in a position where War could grab her like that, so she tried to settle with her shoulder as well. Pinching each other's shoulders were all she could get a hold of and she kept trying to push her weight down to hold her in place and not let her get up either.

Nyra choked softly as War pressed her weight further into her. 
Kicking and scratching to no real avail, the Grandmaster felt teeth in her own shoulder. Instead of pushing upward though, Nyra just tried to shake or throttle War in her own hold, since Nyra currently couldn't get up. 

She knew this would be an ended fight soon enough. 

War is currently at 3 HP if I'm keeping track right? Nyra is at 5 Hp though :> War should come out on top no problem!