stranded

Strand

Round 1/3
Attack: 11/20 (Discord)

His laughter disturbed her greatly and, despite her attempts to be tough, she took a step back from him, as if she’d catch some kind of disease from standing too close. She watched him laugh as a feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. The laughter seemed… unhinged.

‘The keeper of the trench,’ he said. That made no sense to her, though she got a foreboding sense from it. It was what he said next that truly frightened her. ‘Isn’t that right, Piper?’ He turned to look at… something. Someone. Someone he thought was there. But there was no one. The beach was empty, except for the two of them. He was insane. And now she had a choice to make.

She could run from him, but if she ran, he would probably attack her. Even if she got away for a while, they were on an island. He would catch up to her eventually, or find her wherever she hid.

She could fight him, but if she fought him, she might die. She grimaced. If she ran and he caught up with her, she would die just the same, and would end up fighting him first, anyways. So. Fight now. Get it over with. Possibly live.

All of these thoughts had flashed by in her mind in a manner of a few seconds, long enough for the pause to be awkward, but not too long. She realized immediately that if she would have any chance of survival, she needed to attack him now, when he wasn’t expecting it.

In a flash, she went for his muzzle, snapping at his face, biting down on his nose. It was a good bite, but not as strong as she would have liked…