The Irish Tree said
Red. Red. RED. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED. Kill. Red. KILL. RED. MAKE THE BLOODY PAIN STOOOOOOP!Huh? Edgar was confused by the sudden lack of something warm and wet sploshing across his horns...the red water humans were filled with. Where was he? Where was red? Turning his head back quickly, Edgar saw what was impossible...he...missed? But...that was impossible. Regardless, if Red was still alive, that meant he had reason to be mad, reason still to be out of the hole. A reason still to kill the red. Lowering its re-sharpened horns, it scrapped its fore-hoof against the grass, ripping a massive chunk of dirt and grass out and flinging it behind him, and then charging, steam almost billowing from its nose. This time, however, instead of trying to hit red directly, he would dig his horns into the dirt at the last minute, he couldn't dodge if he lost his footing.
Robert continued his barrage of bullets at Edgar. At that moment it was all he could focus on, until he he saw Priscilla out of the corner of his eye. Grayson was next to her, and by the way the two of them seemed to be acting, she seemed to be injured. He completely forgot about everything except the beautiful girl that had saved his life earlier. "Is she alright? Does she need help? Greyson's already over there, but what if it's serious? What if Greyson can't help because it's too serious of an injury for him to treat?" He couldn't think about anything except helping her, a deadly mistake when in the middle of combat. The forgotten Edgar made his move , and slammed into the ground beneath Robert's feet. Next thing Robert knew, he was rolling on his back, trying to avoid being stomped on by the huge monster. As soon as he got the chance, Robert switched his bracers into blade mode and stabbed Edgar right in his unarmored underbelly. If Edgar was mad before, he was furious now. Robert rolled out from under Edgar, only to receive a kick from Edgar's hind legs. Robert cried out in pain as his left shoulder dislocated from its socket. Robert was lucky that his arm didn't rip off, let alone break, he didn't feel to lucky at the time though. Edgar jumped and turned an entire 180 degrees in midair, expecting his target to be dead. Instead, a still living Robert used his undislocated arm to slash Edgar across the face, blinding one of Edgar's eyes. Now, no matter where he looked, no matter what he saw, Edgar would always see RED.