Edmund felt anything but dead to Al. Heavy, yes, and limp, but burning in his grip. There was no mistaking Edmund's rigid form for a corpse when he seared his heat into Al through the platemail the lion wore, fanning him with flame. Need and anger, both.
The distraction was powerful, but at the same time, all of Al's senses felt heightened. His nose flared, and he smelled -- sensed -- the Telmarine prince before he made his attack. He turned in time, and roared a battle cry as he brought himself between Edmund and the assailant. He couldn't manage both Edmund and a sword, but he didn't need to -- one heavy, clawed paw swiped out to score the Telmarine, knocking him from his mount. Then, he began to carry Edmund from the battlefield. Away from the assault.
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Date: 2017-02-03 03:08 am (UTC)The distraction was powerful, but at the same time, all of Al's senses felt heightened. His nose flared, and he smelled -- sensed -- the Telmarine prince before he made his attack. He turned in time, and roared a battle cry as he brought himself between Edmund and the assailant. He couldn't manage both Edmund and a sword, but he didn't need to -- one heavy, clawed paw swiped out to score the Telmarine, knocking him from his mount. Then, he began to carry Edmund from the battlefield. Away from the assault.