03.Jul.21, 03:17 PM
Well that escalated quickly.
Before he could finish his negotiations with Madelan, there was a gang of greens jumping into the brawl and suddenly Ulliendis had a bronze dragonet with a grudge against everyone charging in his direction. This definitely counted as the time to sacrifice the pretty boy beside him to save himself but he couldn’t stick to type, could he? Sure he had his caring moments but he was pretty self-absorbed and always looked after his own skin but there he was staring down trouble and he wasn’t moving because he suddenly had a conscience.
“Oh, fuck me,” he growled as he shoved Madelan hard to the side before trying to jump out of the way himself. It almost worked and in hindsight as he laid on the hot sand and an injured dragonet was trying to shake his boot free of his foot (or perhaps his foot free of his leg), he should have just ran. Maybe the result would have been the same but he didn’t have time to examine that right then as the bronze left him and he had a foot to examine instead.
He was suddenly thankful for ordering the boots that went a bit further up his leg than the usual style as the torn leather showed how much more damage he would have received without it. As it was, he could see blood and assumed teeth had still scraped his skin and he was currently riding the adrenaline of the moment to really feel anything. Hopefully nothing was actually broken from the way buddy boy had been trying to shake him like a chew toy.
First it was a bad hair day and now not only did he have sweat dripping down his back and sand sticking to his body but he had an injured leg. Lovely. The only thing missing was Rhamnus scowling as he yelled at him but that seemed like something that would soon happen as he spotted the healer grab his kit and start storming his way over.
Ulliendis considered Madelan for a moment, wondering if the man was worth it all and if he could play up the injury for extra attention. “It’s too hot for this shit,” he muttered instead of anything flirty or heroic before a healer started prodding his foot.
Before he could finish his negotiations with Madelan, there was a gang of greens jumping into the brawl and suddenly Ulliendis had a bronze dragonet with a grudge against everyone charging in his direction. This definitely counted as the time to sacrifice the pretty boy beside him to save himself but he couldn’t stick to type, could he? Sure he had his caring moments but he was pretty self-absorbed and always looked after his own skin but there he was staring down trouble and he wasn’t moving because he suddenly had a conscience.
“Oh, fuck me,” he growled as he shoved Madelan hard to the side before trying to jump out of the way himself. It almost worked and in hindsight as he laid on the hot sand and an injured dragonet was trying to shake his boot free of his foot (or perhaps his foot free of his leg), he should have just ran. Maybe the result would have been the same but he didn’t have time to examine that right then as the bronze left him and he had a foot to examine instead.
He was suddenly thankful for ordering the boots that went a bit further up his leg than the usual style as the torn leather showed how much more damage he would have received without it. As it was, he could see blood and assumed teeth had still scraped his skin and he was currently riding the adrenaline of the moment to really feel anything. Hopefully nothing was actually broken from the way buddy boy had been trying to shake him like a chew toy.
First it was a bad hair day and now not only did he have sweat dripping down his back and sand sticking to his body but he had an injured leg. Lovely. The only thing missing was Rhamnus scowling as he yelled at him but that seemed like something that would soon happen as he spotted the healer grab his kit and start storming his way over.
Ulliendis considered Madelan for a moment, wondering if the man was worth it all and if he could play up the injury for extra attention. “It’s too hot for this shit,” he muttered instead of anything flirty or heroic before a healer started prodding his foot.