Originally Posted by
Benson
In ze backroom storage of ze Spice Club
Zephyr yelled out in pain getting wooden staked on the flank, in reflex he bucked to send Daniel to the wall by the mouth of the stairs. He mentally wtf'd in his head seeing Sandy dash for the door, his eyes then fell on the barely breathing Blitz, his neck still bleeding out, a glistening pool of blood forming. Sandy's attempt to stop it seemed to do nothing. He bit down on his lip and briefly glanced at the ponies on his side with a furrowed brow. If he could get to Blitz's neck, then maybe....just maybe. Whether or not his buck made contact he shook his head and leapt off the railing and down towards his old prey.
But with the stake embedded in his flank he faltered, the poisonous sharpened wood hurting like a mofo, he couldn't keep in flight and he crashed down a few feet from Blitz. Serious who in the hay day did his bastard precursors tick off to be cursed to be weakened to sharpened wood? And darn it had to be on his flank, harder to reach. So damn close, the iron odor filling his nostrils.