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The ire Tharr caused the monster was only beginning at this moment. It was indeed true his acute senses would be trampled by the cries of the Magna Pater under normal circumstances. This was not one of those times. The hybrid had the ability to filter out any unneeded or hindrance causing sense. Following the slimy creature's previous hammering at his hearing and sight, his feathered ears reduced nearly all sound and he was nearly deaf at this point. Additionally, since the last time his eyes were opened to a void of black nothingness, he decided to since close them entirely.

With sight and hearing nullified, Tharr suffered only mild disorientation. But as the piercing tail was sent for his maw, it seemed he was unprepared. But 2 of his remaining perceptors were more than enough to still follow its movements, with taste being the one he definitely refused to bring out. The foul odor of it was already seeped deep in his nares and would likely remain for weeks. His most crucial tool were the goldenrod whiskers adorning his plumaged face and the crest of feathers atop his head. These worked in conjunction with each other to detect surrounding vibrations.

The Magna Pater might be surprised to find its tail clenched between the paws of its foe. The hybrid had used his keen reflexes and duo of senses to discover and predict the angle of which the limb lashed forth. The grip in his digits was enough to dent metals and to ensure his hold, his claws unsheathed and attempted to break through its thick hide to lock them in place. Now that he had the thing in his clutches, it was time to stand back up. His wing was currently being munched on and his layered defenses would last only so long against such a powerful onslaught of teeth. He couldn't risk further damage by yanking the thing free by its tail.

As such, his unoccupied and outstretched wing was brought to the ground, where the ends straightened out and seemed to grasp the mostly firm foundation. From here, Tharraleos would attempt to pull himself up, his lion tail assisting with such by pushing against the ground on the opposing side. Without any interruptions, Tharr would be back on his feet, where he'd find a way to rid himself of this pest. Perhaps he would bring out his Reserves. He was normally one to prolong a battle out of sheer enjoyment, but this was an obvious exception. It needed to be dealt with, swiftly and permanently.



@Doc Doctor

@Doc Doctor

Apologies for the vanishing act. Real life, and all that. But I'm being bestowed some free time from distractions later on, so I'll be making my return momentarily.
@yoshua171

I'm still alive, yes. Just been busy with moving and job stuff over the last week. If it's not one thing, it's another, huh? IRL is just so grand sometimes
Aaaaaand tagged! Time to start letting the blood pour onto the streets
Every last movement the Knight made did not stray from the alert perception of Tharr. The way he spoke and carried himself denoted his status as a renowned fighter and his title of Champion seemed to hold great merit. His further caution continued to be out of reverence more than fear. This opponent would likely be near death under his talons in just a few moments. But there was hope entertainment would be plentiful. This one seemed to harbor some potential.

The avian feline watched undeterred at Raelis' display of light, taking note of the alteration in surrounding heat. The latter of which did little to stir him. Then there was brief silence lasting only a few seconds that bared the illusion of minutes. Each combatant intently studied the other with pinpoint precision like a laser. While Tharraleos was one to offer the initial strike to his opposition in a way to gauge their strength, his intrigue in this specific individual lead to the idea to switch things up.

With that in mind, he would abruptly make his move in the blink of an eye. Raising a leg ever so slightly, he brought it down with immense strength and struck the ground in front of him, the force behind it being lessened than usual given the weakened foundation of the vicinity. Though this was more than enough to send a narrow, precise tremor in the form of splitting ground careening straight for the winged man. This would either induce instability or force an approach and Tharr would react accordingly, even if none of these outcomes came to fruition.

@yoshua171

@yoshua171

Real life can be such a bitch sometimes. Sounds like I should get as many replies in as possible before such. I'll be having some free time in a bit, so I can get one or two done.
Tharraleos listened with the utmost concentration. No syllable was missed by his acute sense of hearing, though the status of Knight was the most prominent thing be paid attention to. There was no doubt he was faced against a powerful force and couldn't help but feel enticed about battle. This minor rush of the thrill of combat was enough to entice the much more feral combatant waiting to be unveiled.

"A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Raelis." The hybrid responded, his voice having an heir of sophistication. By now the warrior would likely gather this was no mindless beast, but instead a cunning animal.

"I hail from a Warrior subspecies of Griffins known as the Aerasginero. We harbor amphibious traits and are thus masters of land, air and sea." He explained. Such was true given his composite nature. Very frequently did the bird cat often get mistaken for a Mergriff of sorts. "My kind are additionally known to transform from the humanoid as you see before you to much larger, 4 legged beasts. Such can be dangerous given the increase in power, but some loss of self control.” He explained. Noticing he was going on a bit more than usual, the hybrid cleared his throat.

"Now, honorable Asaraen Knight." He started once more, stance shifting ever so slightly. "May I ask to see just what your people are capable of?" He requested, eyes never straying their gaze from the light wielder. From here, Tharraleos would act on the defense, reacting accordingly to attacks to gauge his opposition's strength. Something told the warrior not to be careless against this one. Even from this distance the heat was nearly unbearable. Caution was most wise to come out victorious.
@yoshua171

Tagged you right back :]
Tharraleos watched intently at the man, feeling as if he was witnessing an angelic warrior emerging from the heavens directly. Between the intense light and Holy radiance, it seemed the beast was giving respect more than anything. As Raelis touched down, the mammalian bird felt the elevated heat resonating from the swordsman. Then came the gesture; a very common question as he's experienced. Coherent speech was a trait he wasn't born with, but instead learned over his expansive lifetime. He was an animal, after all, though a remarkably intelligent one at that. Though hopefully a language barrier wasn't present. First was a nod from his feathered head.

"I am capable of verbal communication, yes." He started. His interactions were first spoken in his native Greek tongue. He'd wait for a response, studying his reaction to see if a misunderstanding was in play. "My name is Tharraleos Polemistis." He went on with the same dialect and a respectful bow as well. This sign of respect transitioned into a defensive stance as the intentions of this stranger was still unknown. He had shown enough honor and at least the beast had a name now. Each resourceful tool at his disposal was prepared to unleash an onslaught if necessary.
Tharr's attempt at shielding his eyes from the monster failed and his mind was subsequently invaded. The sensation was nearly unbearable and he resisted the urge to vocalize his pain. His innate warrior and animalistic instincts kept him focused on the actual threat and the source of all this. Invoking fear in the beast didn't quite garner the result it likely anticipated. With his vision blackened and being overwhelmed so abruptly sparked a fight or die response. As such, his adrenaline kicked into overdrive, bestowing reserve after reserve. This power had no seeable end and could stockpile endlessly, gifting him with increasingly more power at his disposal.

[Combat Reserve +8]

As the Magna Pater attempted to pull its prey down, the bird cat noted he either allow this thing to yank him down, or suffer potential wing damage if he resisted. He'd even assist with such and as just before he lost footing, his left talon and major paw pushed against the ground which sent him tumbling laterally with great force, landing with a loud crash. His full weight in addition to the force of his fall was applied directly on the slimy creature. While the damage would likely be moot, this was also an attempt to pin it down and hopefully halt whatever was happening with his wings currently. His left wing flared out to the side and its ends furled into a fist, seemingly ready to bludgeon it to death. Just one of his many limbs ready to teat this thing apart.



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