Skill: Warrior
Rolling 1d5: 1
She looked up.
She continued to look up.
Alduin seemed to span the length of the mountains themselves, and Aurelia found herself tipping her head back, back, and further back to take in the full scope of his bulk, and she wondered briefly if this was a terrible mistake.
She had done this for Genghis. He had taught her to fight - or tried to, anyway - and it was with his passing that she thought, I must put his teachings to work. He would have liked that.
His legacy would live on in some form, and despite her size, he had taught her how to defend herself in a pinch; he had told the girl that her stature was not a disadvantage, but a better means to an end. What she lacked in power, she made up for in agility and swiftness.
Hopefully, anyway.
Aurelia took in a steadying breath and tried to pretend there wasn't an enormous crowd watching from outside the ring. It would only be a distraction and hinder her performance. No: it was only herself and Alduin here now.
She braced herself -
And in that instance the behemoth had taken his chance, snapping forward with fangs bared straight for her limbs.
Aurelia tried to steel herself but faltered as panic took hold, and his jaws grazed her right foreleg and just barely missed a locking hold as searing pain shot up like fire through her skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought, scrambling away to safety - she was limping now, but she tried to mask it, ears folded back as she glowered with teeth bared defiantly.
She rallied and snaked forward to pinch her fangs at the small point of his throat; she was petite and limber, even hindered by her injury, and perhaps she might at least break skin at that delicate place.
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