Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-28358106-20170904214644

(S9/Hound/Flame/Arena)  "Yeah, that's pretty much right," Lucida answers to Marcus' statement, speaking absentmindedly as she watches the match. "And my sisters are off doing.. something l, I don't know what...ooohhh!" She flinches and covers her face as the Gails bat Antoinette back with their greatsword, showing their deadly prowess. Thomas all but ignores everything going on around him, watching nothing but the fight, his face tense.

Antoinette backs away with each swing of the deadly greatsword, flowing with the strikes, knowing they are meant to wear her down and buy time for the coronas to return. Each one that comes too close she deflects, knowing that she is being herded, each split second her chance of escape growing smaller. The Gails leap, their sword held high, and just as Antoinette thinks she can dodge behind them, she is grabbed by a wing.

It clotheslines her. She cries out as she is jerked off her feet and falls, slamming onto her back with a clatter of her armor. The greatsword crashes down where she was supposed to be if she hadn't fallen, and the coronas hiss by, one of them passing over her prone body. She spins her legs in a kip-up, her silver hoof striking Gaito's arm, her fist now filled with feathers as Antoinette rolls just far enough to get to her feet.

Her sword forms in her hand, and in an instant, she closes with the Gails with a cry of determination. Again and again their blades clash, as Antoinette keeps low and presses the attack, dodging and slashing, waiting for an opening...