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the defense
as Crypt circled the sovereign Islidaur, he reminded the pallid brute vaguely of a cat. yet he was not afraid of cats, he had killed even the most ferocious felidae many times back at Misty Mountain, where he came from. as Crypt lunged at him, attempting to destroy his silken probiscus, sublime cranium levitates sharply, followed by the rest of his diminutive physique. Crypt's rapiers embed themselves within his pastern, and although it hurt him, surely the impact with his blunt pedestal would have caused at least minor damage.
The Offense
He wheeled in the midst of a violent jerk skyward, forelimbs touching the ground but very lightly, as haunches undulate, tossing Islidaur skyward in a sort of reptillian rebound. he was now spaced a short distance away from Crypt, a safe distance away from Crypt. his lithe bodice pirouetted very tightly, forelimbs simply bouncing along the pulverized loam. as the pirouette was completed, he paused for a split second, coiling himself in a cobratic poise, before lunging forward, springing adeptly onto the back of the larger stallion. scythes dropped with as much force as the small creature could muster, right upon the central vertebrae of Crypt, the most important one. A simple bruise would result in impaired movement, a break would result in instant paralysis.
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