Post by Aìfe on Apr 5, 2016 21:53:03 GMT
Ridiculous! Annoying! Fuck that guy! Aoife saw her hammer blow raze the ground, the chariot remaining largely undisturbed however, despite the close proximity of the impact. Spitting vile curses that would have made even some of her rowdiest warriors blush, Aoife turned to the left blindly, roaring like an animal as she followed right in the footstep of the chariot, blasting the ground beneath her feet to pieces as she spontaniously accelerated to catch the bull-cart as it turned around to charge at her, at its slowest moment... in the curve. Laughing menacingly, nastily the warrior woman darted off the ground, narrowly over the hind of the left bull, while pulling herself into the driver's location... feet first, with her left used to pull her in and amplify her force.
Both her legs were aiming at the conqueror's abdomen, while her free hand came in from the right, wielding the hammer short, so as to thrash the Rider twice, with all her might, from two directions at once. Even if she'd miss she'd made sure she'd share the location -inside- the chariot with the tall man, so should she not manage to kick him out, she had already set up enough plans for that eventuality... well plans was not the right word, more so... procedures that came to her as a blessing, an instinctive kick of -how to hand his ass to him- because that's what she'd do.
In fact this would go so far as to urge her to continue her onslaught, either by following the man to the ground, or by staying close to him... in either case she'd grab her hammer even shorter, while forming her now freed left hand into a ridge of knuckles, diagonally, twisting and contorting them as she'd aim a punch at the conqueror's throat. Executed by her this punch was as lethal as any blow from her hammer, carrying enough momentum to drill through the servant's spiritual flesh as easily as a morning star... yet altogether it would be little more than a distraction, as she'd step in ever closer to deliver the strike with full force, while at the same time twisting her hip over the right, grabbing her hammer right behind the head, while pulling it up like a dagger, so as to thrust it into the conqueror's left armpit, from an angle that described an arc behind him, upwards, while her left came in straight from the front, to keep the distance too short to effectively swing at her, as she'd perform her pincer attack.
"STOP SPOUTING ABOUT IDEALS! YOU ARE ALL FULL OF SHIT! THE ONLY IDEAL IS YOUR ROTTING CORPSE ON A PIKE!" Aoife's voice thundered as she attacked, the loud voice reverberating as combat drove her into an ecstatic rage. "I'LL HAVE YOUR COWS EAT YOUR FLESH, WILL GRIND YOUR BONES TO DUST AND SPIT ON IT, THEN RUBB IT IN THE FACE OF YOUR PANSY-ASS BOOTLICKERS! YOUR IDEALS ARE SHIT, YOU WILL BE SHIT, COWSHIT, SO DIE LIKE THE PIECE OF SHIT YOU ARE YOU DELUSIONAL, POMPOUS FUCKWIT!" She laughed hysterically, happily... yet angrily at the same time, her senses consumed by the act of destruction that lay before her. She'd not made threats, she'd made a promise... one she meant to keep it at all possible. Shit was shit, had been shit and would forever be shit. To remind rulers of the fact that they held -nothing- and that -everything- they held would perish and leave nothing but a bloodstain behind, was of some importance. Their ideals were empty, their world was empty, and she would BURN IT TO THE GROUND.
Both her legs were aiming at the conqueror's abdomen, while her free hand came in from the right, wielding the hammer short, so as to thrash the Rider twice, with all her might, from two directions at once. Even if she'd miss she'd made sure she'd share the location -inside- the chariot with the tall man, so should she not manage to kick him out, she had already set up enough plans for that eventuality... well plans was not the right word, more so... procedures that came to her as a blessing, an instinctive kick of -how to hand his ass to him- because that's what she'd do.
In fact this would go so far as to urge her to continue her onslaught, either by following the man to the ground, or by staying close to him... in either case she'd grab her hammer even shorter, while forming her now freed left hand into a ridge of knuckles, diagonally, twisting and contorting them as she'd aim a punch at the conqueror's throat. Executed by her this punch was as lethal as any blow from her hammer, carrying enough momentum to drill through the servant's spiritual flesh as easily as a morning star... yet altogether it would be little more than a distraction, as she'd step in ever closer to deliver the strike with full force, while at the same time twisting her hip over the right, grabbing her hammer right behind the head, while pulling it up like a dagger, so as to thrust it into the conqueror's left armpit, from an angle that described an arc behind him, upwards, while her left came in straight from the front, to keep the distance too short to effectively swing at her, as she'd perform her pincer attack.
"STOP SPOUTING ABOUT IDEALS! YOU ARE ALL FULL OF SHIT! THE ONLY IDEAL IS YOUR ROTTING CORPSE ON A PIKE!" Aoife's voice thundered as she attacked, the loud voice reverberating as combat drove her into an ecstatic rage. "I'LL HAVE YOUR COWS EAT YOUR FLESH, WILL GRIND YOUR BONES TO DUST AND SPIT ON IT, THEN RUBB IT IN THE FACE OF YOUR PANSY-ASS BOOTLICKERS! YOUR IDEALS ARE SHIT, YOU WILL BE SHIT, COWSHIT, SO DIE LIKE THE PIECE OF SHIT YOU ARE YOU DELUSIONAL, POMPOUS FUCKWIT!" She laughed hysterically, happily... yet angrily at the same time, her senses consumed by the act of destruction that lay before her. She'd not made threats, she'd made a promise... one she meant to keep it at all possible. Shit was shit, had been shit and would forever be shit. To remind rulers of the fact that they held -nothing- and that -everything- they held would perish and leave nothing but a bloodstain behind, was of some importance. Their ideals were empty, their world was empty, and she would BURN IT TO THE GROUND.