Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Liyal/Merri/Aspel/Ash/Drake/Ari/Nate
With the number of enemies on the battlefield, it was hard to tell precisely what was going on at any given second. In fact, Aspel had all but given up on trying to do more than take down this rather nasty, and large, Iron crab by provoking it forward, attempting to make it aim all of its attacks at her. Then a noise, a shriek of a sort, caused vibrations to ring through her helmet, a clench of teeth given, and then there was such a bright flash of light that it drew her attention immediately, a natural response that she could not help. Her arm raised in attempt to shield her eyes and assist in making out what was going on, but it was not enough.
The bright light left spots in her vision, and a huge claw slammed into her breastplate, causing the metal to nearly collapse under the powerful blow. Suddenly, she was breathless, and weightless, as the creature had shook the very foundation of her standing and slammed a blow hard enough into her, to knock her off her feet.
Landing was hard, shaking her bones and eyes widened underneath the helmet as the beast moved in, looking to attempt a killing blow, the thought seemed to be to crush her head much like a grape. Quickly as she could manage, the smith began to scramble away, grabbing at the shotgun holstered at her back and praying, hoping, begging to Faram that water would have not logged the joints and mechanisms of the fun, that it would not have soaked through the gunpowder to the point of rendering it useless.
The tigger pulled.
click
Boom.
The scatter shot ripped through the monsters hide, destroying its shell and decimating a chunk of the creatures brain. Clearly, it would not live through such damage.
For a second, she thought she was safe.
That was until the beast began falling forward and Aspel attempted to scramble away, back, out of the reach of the falling monster, and maybe, just maybe she could make it. The smiths heart hammered in her ears, her blood pumping so hard she could swear she could feel each push of the liquid in her veins and just when she thought she was safe, when it seemed like she was about to be clear of damage from the mammoth carcass falling towards her, the slowness of the situation stopped and everything seemed so much faster than she could possibly manage.
The heavy sounds of metal being punctured, twisting and breaking permeated through the air, ringing in her ears and a cry of pain, one she couldn't entirely recognize as her own mixed in with the noise.
Oh Faram. The bulk of the creatures weight had landed on her leg, crushing her armor and trapping Aspel in place.
Head and upper body falling back against the sand, the shotgun was left to fall to one side. Hot tears streamed down her face underneath the helmet and it was all she could do to restrict the noise that arose from her throat to a severely pained whine as gloved hands moved down, trying to grasp at her knee, pushing and pulling in vain attempts at freeing the leg as she had no leverage with which to remove the monstrous hide from causing metal to bend into the flesh of her leg.