The Yari appeared and she swung it right at Drake. Thankfully, trying to cut Drake in half wasn't new. He dropped. The blade sunk into the triceratops's side, the jolt so sudden the flesh on her palms ripped as though she'd been juggling razer blades. But steel cut leather and she squeezed, determined to dig deep. Bone ensured it wouldn't happen, the creature screed, violently jerking and reeling, pulling her right off the horse and leaving her dangling as her end of the spear sunk quicker and quicker in a rockslide of momentum.
The bulldog bit the staff. The unicorn twisted its neck so her feet touched fur. The pressure on the spear doubled and it dug deeper despite the awkward crisscross of long necks. The dinosaur retreated. The horse followed easily.
Olympic pools of water rose and dropped right at her, the horse kicked up its hindlegs like it was trying to kick the sky. The move created a wall of flesh for the wave to slam her into, the flat of the staff rested on her chest and became her seatbelt, until the pressure eased.
The water had come to life, retreating to wrap around the triceratops. The horse moved with it. Naya raised her spear and targeted the same wound. A wave of water burst forward, her horse jumped, twisting to the side, hard concrete and rock burst under its hove. Naya's vision blurred, she blinked. She was vertical on a slow crumbling building. The jump had been impossible! The mega list of questions in her mind were destroyed before they had a chance to form. They charged forwards and her horse shifted, growing wider and hairier in a blink. The legs of a Pitbull launched her forwards, right at the ocean that'd been thrown at them.
They slammed right through it. Flat on her stomach inside the unicorn's mane, like a soldier under barbed wire, caught between breathes, and too desperate to have the courtesy to drown. Then it passed. She was headed right for him.
He was on the triceratops's back, arms raised, a new ocean that'd crush her pooled. Green hands clapped over it bursting the bubble, those hands slowly swooped at him. He had to dive to avoid it. The troll's armour clanged, and the triceratops retreated. Only to find Naya charging, a quick swing of his arm and her thrown spear was washed aside, but it was a decoy, a distraction from fang and horn, which cut right into the beast.
The bulldog caught leathery collar bone, the horn catching the shoulder on the other side, locking in as both Naya and the killer stumbled.
The man roared. It was deceptive how thin he was, he was still a full head taller, bronzed muscle drew lines so defined and clear they might as well have been steel. And all of it was coming right at her, jumping from the triceratops to her horse.
The world trembled, crumbled and then slowed…
It wasn't enough, her breath held, muscles eased… the machinery was humming despite all the wrenching, jerking and grinding. There was more to come and care needed to be taken…
There!
He flung himself at her, she bent her knees, throwing herself forwards, the strength in his lunge disappeared as she dropped passing under him. Her feet rose and slammed his shin, cancelling out his hope of landing on his feet, only a bellyflop on hard leather in his future. Both were downed, the pain in her foot catching up to her.
It took a moment but they were up, she blinked.
Was that a stance?
Yes. Her mind couldn't find a name but knew it was there. Whatever the martial art was, put a swell to his chest.
Great. He knows how to fight.
The triceratops trembled and they fell. It made sense why she fell but him?
Oh!
She scrambled and froze finding him long up. He lunged, again! Her fist set an appointment with his chin. It connected but didn't do enough, he reached for her and she twisted when he grabbed her arm, hand on his wrist, forcing him to let go.
She needed to ground herself but that wasn't going to happen. She tap danced against the flow, in tune to the beast's thrashing.
She lunged, he swung a right cross like his arm was a baseball bat but got nothing, the lunge a feint, but Naya was somehow, STILL COMING RIGHT AT HIM.
He blinked trying to reconfigure the distance. But wherever he'd guessed was proven a lie. Because she was close enough for a knee to collide with his chin. He fumbled over his wobbly legs. Her options ran out, it'd all been about feeding off his attacks and one couldn't counter nothing and she'd never put herself in his reach.
Other plans were needed. The beast trembled and rocked, the unicorn rammed the horn into more scaled flesh, digging deep and pushing.
The world under her started to disappear. The last thing she needed.
Dying was the last thing she needed.
But she'd already jumped.
Crash
She landed on fur, but not enough. She scrambled to get free of the slope of death on the unicorn's back only to discover what a potato being washed felt like.
Her grip gone, she fell from an ungodly height, only to land on the troll's hand. She gasped and took an exhausting breath.
"Get me back." She gasped.