Meeting at the training hall

[Coren]

“Of course I have heard of them. But I haven't seen them in person up till now, let alone be a target!” Coren shot back, having heard about something or not, it wasn't every day a pest decided to try and murder you for the sake of killing you and not to eat you afterward. At her comment about that there wasn't anything wrong with fist he just rolled his eyes. They where being attacked by two unusually bloodthirsty flying hawks and she was getting a bit pissy about what type of combat she preferred. “No there isn .... wait what do you think you are doing?” Coren yelled at her when she walked out behind her tree and began waving her arms, trying to attract the attention of the frosthawk pair. “She is crazy.” Coren muttered under his breath and quickly let his djed flash, forcing the astral body of his right arm out of his body. Not particularly caring about his right arms safety, he didn't have that much time before Sliver got herself badly hurt because of her recklessness. Who the hell in their right mind walked straight into a feral creatures claws for gods sake! After he had pushed out his astral body he quickly lashed out at the frosthawk who was still gripping Sliver, he knew that he wasn't strong enough to knock the icehawk out, or even to hurt it reliably without something hard or sharp. He fumbled a bit through his robe before finding what he was looking for, his eating knife, it wasn't much but if it had no problem cutting his flesh he doubted it would have much trouble cutting through its flesh. He passed the eating knife to his projected arm and lashed out at the bird, aiming his blow at the body of the large bird and he hoped it would hit hard enough to disturb the bird. Coren didn't care if the first hid did any damage or not, he would just hit over and over again till the bird released Sliver.

[Sliver]

The Frosthawk was clearly confused. On the one hand there was its prey it was just trying to drop, clinging to it's leg like it life depended on it. Then it was getting bitten, THEN some sharp object slashed at its stomach from seemingly nowhere. You can probably imagine the distress of a crazed bird that just wanted to murder and maim at the attempted maiming on its person. It screamed and cawed and saw its best possible option as getting rid of the thing hanging on to it as swiftly as possible. So it flew and tried to slam Sliver into a tree, hoping the force might dislodge her for good. Sliver, however, knew how these idiotic birds thought, she had dealt with enough before they had become craze. They thought themselves so clever and powerful because of their size, but the wolverine knew better. The trunk of the tree she was nearing impact with was not so big, so she wrapped both legs around it, and as the hawk tried to slam her against it, she pulled with all her might with the force of the slam. Her stomach was pushed unceremoniously onto a protruding branch, making the position rather uncomfortable, but probably significantly more so for the Frosthawk, whose head slammed against the tree and was momentarily dazed. Sliver unlocked herself from the tree and her and the hawk dropped to the ground with a loud thump. Even as the hawk was recovering, Sliver straddled herself upon its stomach and grinned up at Coren. "Isn't this fun?" Her grin disappeared in an instant however, dark eyes grimly looking beyond the mage, one finger pointing behind him. "Get down!" She couldn't be sure what the other frosthawk had been doing in the first place, but now it was diving down, clearly attempting to take Coren by surprise. She would have to finish off her opponent before she could aid him.

[Coren]

Coren winched at the manouver Sliver had pulled, at least it had worked. Seeing as she now victorious sliver was sitting on the downed eagle with a vicious smile on her face. “No I don't enjoy fighting really, especially not with things that want me dead.” Coren shot back in an annoyed tone, damned predator kelvic, she probably was having the time of her life now. Coren didn't think as Sliver yelled, he just followed the command and threw himself to the ground and pulled his armed astral body towards him as he fell on the ground. Just in time it seemed. Coren felt the sharp claws rip through his heavy clothes, narrowly missing his body. He never had been as glad to have a bunch of thick clothes on him. The hawk let out an disappointed cry and tried to regain its height while coren pushed himself back on his feet. He really was getting pissed of by those birds. He really hoped they where edible, at least then he could try to pouch them to the winterflame for some extra mizas and a hot meal. “Its official! I hate these bloody birds!” Coren yelled out in frustration as he lashed out with his armed projected hand. Only cutting through some feathers as the hawk rapidly ascended, to fast for coren to get a good hit in with his knife. Honestly, where where the reimancers of the icewatch in times like this? Heck he would have been okay with just a member of the icewatch with a bow of some sort!

[Sliver]

Coren was right, Sliver was having the time of her life. The hawk struggled and moaned beneath her, wings heaving in attempt to through the wolverine at least to the side so it could get off the ground. Sliver was having' none of it however. Both knees pinned down the wings, and so it's sharp beak jabbed ferociously at her, Sliver hands grabbing it and forcing it shut. It made an almost comical sight if it wasn't abundantly apparent to the Kelvic that the slightest miscalculation at this point could turn the fight around in an instant. With a creature this big it was hard to just snap it's neck and be down with it, and if Sliver was releasing her hold on the bird's beak, she wanted to be sure her next instants were going to count. Dark eyes darted to the frosthawk's exposed neck, then by using the force of both arms combined she threw the creature's head back and buried her teeth into its feathers. A high pitched squeal of agony pierced the landscape as teeth strong enough to crack bone ripped out a chunk of flesh on the neck and burrowed their way into softer muscle and flesh. The bird tried to worm its way free of her weight, but her body did not budge, and soon the struggling diminished and Sliver's head rose, chin and neck soaked with fresh blood from her kill. She stood and tried to catch sight of the other bird, which was about when the thing flew from behind and knocked her face first into the snow.

[Coren]

Coren was a bit to preoccupied with clambering back on his feet and locating the remaining bird to really give Sliver a lot of attention. Trying not to get jumped by the remaining hawk was a bit higher on his priority list then looking at sliver who was obviously doing just fine from the noises he was hearing. After a while he saw the frosthawk circling the clearing, letting out a distressed cry before it dove at Sliver. Trying to get revenge for its mate “Sliver behind you!” Coren warned the kelvic. The bird was going to fast for him to do any good with his projection and hit him with his little knife. Not that that little knife would do any good now anyway. He Jerked his projected limb towards lixue, hoping that when the bird missed its dive he would get a chance to maybe hurt it.

[Sliver]

Sliver spat out snow and blood, leaping up in a rage to find the second bird teetering a bit from whatever Coren had probably done to keep it off balance. Muscles tensed and eyes surveyed the sky for any clues as to what the hawk would do when circling back, but when it disappeared it did not return to her sights. The wolverine stepped forward, wiping more of the gore from her face, ears open. It couldn't have left, could it? Or had it's rage been sated by the death of its companion? After several chimes just as equally silent as the first, Sliver decided the bird must have departed for good, and took a look at her kill. While its throat was eviscerated, the rest of the corpse was in perfectly fine condition, and meat could certainly be salvaged. Sliver had no idea how to de-feather the creature though, or whatever one did to an avian thing before eating it, so she folded the wing up before the height of rigor mortis set in and heaved the body up. These hawks were not as heavy as their size might indicate, due to the hollow bones of the creature, but it wasn't like grabbing a couple of rabbits or something as simple as that, and the load was a bit awkward. Now she turned to Coren, giving him a blood stained grin. "Not bad, Mage, the knife was a nice trick. Ready to take our prize back to the City?" Her breathing was heavy, but aside from the long gashes on each shoulder form the claws, the Kelvic looked fit and healthy, ready to go at it again if need be. She started off towards the City, letting Coren catch up with her.

[Coren]

Coren, let out a sigh of relief after the remaining hawk circled them one more time before deciding that continuing to attack the pair was to much trouble for what it was worth and flew of with its tail feathers between its back legs. Figuratively of course, It was completely impossible that a hawk was able to fly with its tail between its legs, it wouldn't be able to steer that way. Coren slowly trudged towards Sliver and began to put his astral body back into place where it belonged and looked up as Sliver called out towards him, grimacing at the blood and pieces of raw flesh covering the woman. The fact she was a predatory kelvic and not a vantha was never as clear to him as it was now, he quickly shook that thought off. “I didn't have anything else sharp on hand, maybe I should invest in something more sturdy then an eating knife, He held up the rather battered eating implement. “Don't think its usefull for a lot of things anymore." “Anyway, yes, we should go back to the city. Those scratches on your shoulder need to be looked at the healing center. Not mention that if we walk through the streets with you covered in blood and who knows what else we might scare some of the children.” Coren said in a deadpan tone and wanted to take hold of the eagle and lug it over his unharmed shoulder. His left arm reacted just fine. His right arm however didn't seem to particularly care for the commands his brain had send towards it and aside from a few random shakes didn't particularly react in a meaning full way. Strangly, even to himself, coren didn't panic at the rather sudden loss of control of his right limb. What was happening he had been expecting for quite a time, the small inaccuracies when he reattached his astral limb to his physical limb had finally added up and caused this. He honestly didn't know if this was only temporal, permanent or something in between those things. But not much he could do about it aside from grin and bear it. “Well, sorry Sliver, I think you are going to have to carry the hawk. My right arm isn't being very cooperative in the slightest at the moment.” Coren said in his usual dull tone, as if such things where completely normal.

[Sliver]

Sliver watched as Coren tried to reach for the hawk. She was going to argue with him that she was perfectly able to take the bird back on her own, but stopped the though mid way when Coren dropped the singular arm he had offered for the bird and explained his other one wasn't functioning. Her head cocked to the side curiously, wondering if it was a side effect of his magic or if it was injured. As they proceeded froward towards the City, Sliver heeding the mage's advice on her scaring children and deciding to take a less traversed route, she glanced at him from the side. "Are you all right?" She was used to the apathy that constantly hung in every word the Mage uttered, now the only times she had heard variance were when she had first met him after he had thrown the chunk of rock and when they had had their snowball fight. It unnerved her only slightly, for she had known a person who despised revealing emotions of any kind, and the tone was almost as comforting to the Kelvic as it would be unsettling to others. Sliver hefted the bird into a more comfortable position as they walked, the movement sending fresh pangs through the gouges in her shoulders, she winced but carried on. She was almost always in a state of injury whether fresh or recovering, and though one could never truly adapt to it, the pain was a familiar friend she had come to rely on, for it meant she had survived and done considerably greater damage to whatever she had fought than it had done to her.

[Coren]

Coren followed Sliver right after he had shoved his rather unresponsive right arm into his pocket to prevent it from flopping around and hitting something, he might not really be able to move it reliably but aside from that he still had feeling in his arm and for the rest he didn't really notice anything else wrong with his body. “I'm fine Sliver, I just was slightly to careless with my magic.” Coren droned on. “I do not think it really is anything very harmful. More importantly though, how are you doing? Those scratches look as if they hurt quite a bit.” Coren honestly tried to put some care in his words, one didn't ask about somebodies health if you didn't give a crap about them of course, but it simply didn't enter his voice, it sounded as flat and apathetic as his normal tone. “If it becomes to hard on it I can probably try to balance it on my back with only a single arm, I'm a lot stronger then I look.” Coren offered, having seen the small winces that accompanied the pangs of pain that shook through her shoulders and the rest of her body. “You don't need to act all though, we already took down a frosthawk and chased a second one, nobody would call you weak.” Honestly, Coren didn't have a clue where he was taking that one. He just wanted to make sure she didn't stress herself and she kinda looked like somebody who valued her pride quite a bit.

[Sliver]

The wolverine smiled in amusement at Coren's attempt at a caring tone. It clearly didn't suit him. She shifted the bird in her grasp a little, dead head lolling over her shoulder like a stuffed toy. "Barely flesh wounds, Mage, nothing to worry yourself over. If I get tired I'll gladly throw this ol' girl on your back." It was a blatant lie, but Sliver never really considered white lies the same thing as dishonesty. This was her kill and she would carry it to whoever would take it from no matter how hard it was to carry. Since he was just being kind, there was no reason to throw it back in Coren's face certainly, so Sliver most certainly did not. "So clearly the next lesson you need to learn is how to jump on the back of one of these blighters and ride them around, no?" She grinned the expression still covered in blood even as her pink tongue worked at the gore. The euphoria from the kill had not yet worn off and it was clear Sliver was in a downright cheerful mood.