They'll Call Our Crimes A Work of Art [Kanix and Sol]

CALL OF THEWILD

Kanix cried out in pain again as she was kicked in the ribs, but it wasn't like she was able to move anymore from Sol. She remained positioned on the ground in a feeble state, while Sol was blabbering his mouth to her about his power. It wasn't like she could focus on his voice at all, the pain she was feeling was far too intense, leaving immobilized as he talked. Her senses were going wild as she tried to focus on one thing, but it hurt too much to listen to one thing at a time. However, she zoned back in on Sol's voice, moaning when he moved her and knelt down on her shoulders, pinning her. Arms pinned, there truly was no way for her to defend herself, and Ancalagon was out for the count right now. The moment she felt pricks around her eye, fear sparked through her body, along with tingling of pain.

A scream left her lips as Sol tore her eye out, blood pouring down the side of her face from where the eyeball had been. The rush of blood in her head blocked out the sounds around her, her body working overtime to stop the bleeding that just wouldn't. It was in that moment that Ancalagon began to stir in his place on the ground, lifting a head up and blinking a beady, red eye. He saw the man beside his owner, which caused him to look up farther, lifting his wings and flapping them once, but not finding the strength. Instead of trying to get up, the mildly injured bird opened its mouth and began to create a ball of lightning to shoot toward Sol. The ball wouldn't hit him though, it was intentionally thrown to the side, in order to deter the man from getting closer. Growling, the Thunderbird stared at the mage, as if threatening for him to get closer to his owner, so he could kill him.