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Show me what ya workin' with [Tembovu v Roskuld] - Tembovu - 10-26-2016 Continuation from here kiss this
“Nah, life did that for me…” His curiosity spiked—the King realizing that he knew so very little about this mare. What part of her life had taught her to wield this strange, piecemeal, electrified sword? How had she even acquired such a weapon? Navy eyes flickered to the crackling longsword while he shifted to face the woman. The blade was long enough to make up for the difference in their heights—the Elephant towering over the Sparklight. But their builds were both muscular, despite the disparity in their withers’ heights. A small grin tilted up the corners of his thick, black lips as he saw her body swell and ready for a fight in response to his challenge. His amused, but eager, navy gaze followed the reach of her neck to grab the sword’s hilt in her mouth; his great skull dipped in affirmation of the question she asked around the blade’s handle, “I am sure.” It, perhaps, was not the wisest of times to start a spar— with the sun relinquishing its throne in the sky. The light was growing murky, becoming that strange blue-violet that loved to play tricks on the eyes, especially when combined with the Edge’s mists. But this evening’s mists were light, burnt mostly off by the clear day’s sunlight. A glance of his eyes around his feet revealed plenty of glass shards littering the earth; apparently his crafters had missed this area in their constant struggle against clearing the glass. He would be glad for the spikes to erase most of the shards left in the soil. Regardless, he knew his ivory hooves would yield beneath his weight and the glass’s sharp edge, so he would have to be mindful of them. Only his hind hooves bore the protection of horseshoes. But complication did not mute the thrum of adrenaline in his blood. On the contrary, it amplified it. What was a battle without additional difficulty? It made things all the more interesting. The thought of sending Mbwene to fetch a glass spear crossed his mind—No—but that thought was dashed not only by her refusal, but also because he did not think glass would hold against steel. They did not need even more broken glass on the ground. Instead, with an outright grin sweeping across his muzzle, he rose on his hind limbs to the fullest extent of his gargantuan height. Then, with a snort, he angled his horn and attempted to have it come crashing down upon her longsword while rumbling, “Show me, Sparklight!” Mbwene, meanwhile, looked on with a combination of vague disinterest and absolute distraction. She was perfectly happy with her trunk curled around the returned Chico and would not be participating in any more of her bonded’s fights. The last had been with the Icebound, and that had not ended well for anyone. So she would be remaining on the sidelines, snuggled into Chico’s luxuriously furry mane. A: 1/3 D: 0/1 WC: 491 Damage Tracker: -- Summary: Tembo rears and tries to bring his big ol' horn crashing down on Sparkmarrow. Mbwene is chilling with Chico. Setting: At border of WE, lots of glass on the ground, spattering of trees, light mist, dusk. @Roskuld I feel like Rob (hehe) is one of the few characters that would appreciate this table :D RE: Show me what ya workin' with [Tembovu v Roskuld] - Roskuld - 11-03-2016
RE: Show me what ya workin' with [Tembovu v Roskuld] - Tembovu - 11-26-2016 kiss this
The longsword’s electrified length buzzed with angry energy as his gargantuan horn heavily collided with it, the sharp ridges of his ebony length jerkily slipping against the flat of Roskuld’s blade as his entire mass came behind the hit. Navy eyes closed against the shower of sparks that erupted from their contact before the Sparklight shuffled backwards, away from him. His ivory hooves thudded heavily on the earth as he fell back to all fours, no longer supported by his partner’s stocky mass as her haunches moved rearward. Though she did not retreat that far away, her body abruptly stopping as if hitting some invisible barrier (were remnants of the glass wall behind her?). Black rimmed ears swiveled forward, navy eyes chancing a glance beyond her to see what suddenly halted her movements. He wanted to assess her skill with this extraordinary blade, not back her against some invisible corner to wallop on her. However, his brief glance revealed nothing, and he was glad for the relief he felt to continue their spar—this scrap was one of the more amiable and fun ones he had had in a long while. Again, he rose onto his haunches as his eyes shifted away from Ros’s haunches and towards her armed front end—though this time not quite so high. But his (perhaps unwisely) diverted attention away from the sword’s crackling blade proved an opening for its sharp point, as Roskuld’s blade carved a cut through the bottom of his chest, the black skin parting neatly. The hide and muscle around the wound twitched at the strange, electrified sensation the cold steel had against his raw flesh. It more than a skin wound, but no chunks of flesh gaped from his chest—just a thin trickle of blood and a mild annoyance to accompany him for the remainder of the spar. A lopsided grin broadened on his muzzle, “Good, Ros!” he grunted as he continued to rise on his haunches. His navy eyes gleamed with the pained amusement and injured camaraderie that only soldiers can manage on the training grounds—though his attention was focused on the sparking hilt. However, this time his massive ivory hooves struck out rather than his monstrous horn, and they aimed for whatever hilt was sticking out of the Sparklight’s mouth. His aim was careful (or as careful as one could be in battle with a fresh wound across his chest), as he did not want his dangerously heavy hooves to damage her ‘moneymaker.’ His purpose was to either dislodge the sword’s hilt from her mouth, or shove it against her teeth to test her grip. However, he was not ignorant to his vulnerability to its sharp length as he rose partly on his haunches, so his neck curved slightly to the side so as to hopefully be able to parry away any of her damming blows with his horn. Though, despite the amicable nature of this scuffle, a slight worry wiggled in the back of his mind as the light was nearly fully faded from the sky. Though this spar was meant to test skill and strengthen bonds, in the low lighting with such dangerous weapons, a serious injury could easily occur… Ah well, the King mentally shrugged of the concern, for once free to be a friendly warrior rather than concern-laden King in the Sparklight’s company. A: 2/3 D: 0/1 WC: 562 Damage Tracker: Flesh wound across bottom of chest Summary: Ros's sword cuts a wound on his chest while he's rearing up (again) to strike at/dislodge the sword's hilt in Ros's mouth. @Roskuld Hi, my name is Smitty and I have a problem with replying to spars on time :| RE: Show me what ya workin' with [Tembovu v Roskuld] - Roskuld - 12-04-2016
@Tembovu <3 RE: Show me what ya workin' with [Tembovu v Roskuld] - Tembovu - 12-24-2016 [quote='Tembovu' pid='193367' dateline='1480166273'] kiss this
His hoof connected more solidly than he had intended—the King slightly winced as he felt the clatter of the hilt against her teeth through his leg. He knew, from experience, that hilts against teeth were painful, indeed. But then he shook it off, chuckling slightly, “Cursing about it won’t help your grip,” was his amused, lighthearted rebuke. Though he was not left long in his joking approbation as the Sparklight’s next moves were blindingly (electrically) quick. An impulse of energy hit the Elephant King straight in the chest, knocking him backward a few hard steps as his skin crackled with heat where the electricity hit him. His heart stuttered once, twice—the great organ reset by her powerfully electrical charge. His great knees wobbled as the black hide of his chest immediately sloughed, his tough hide no match for electricity. Navy eyes glaze over, brain crying for oxygenated blood as he swayed on his great hooves. LUB-DUB. The powerful, reset of his heart was painful, and he grunted stale air out of his lungs as his starved nerve endings were awash with new, hot blood. Instinct took over (or, newly learned instinct) and an elephant beast of magma exploded from his already burnt chest. A deep groan ripped from him, the pain and regret pounding against his chest and skull. “Makende! Move!” He cursed aloud, his deep voice cracking in pain as he voiced his mother tongue followed by a command of Roskuld to move out of the way of his charging angry beast. “Do not let it touch you!” The Elephant groaned, wishing against reason that he could control the magma-beast once it left his chest. Alas, he could not, and the furious creation charged forward, blinding searching for a victim to explode upon. Its dripping tusks sizzled against the ground as it furiously raised its miniature trunk. Mbwene trumped in alarm, moving from her snuggle with Chico in order to be prepared to run. “We test your ability with the sword!” this time, his vocal rebuke lacked any humor and a dangerous glint had entered his dark gaze. He had not wanted any magic to enter this spar—and now they both were in danger from his popping, silently trumpeting magma magic. His movements were sluggish as pounding pain pulsed from the weeping flesh of his chest. He had never experienced an electrical wound before—and they hurt. Makende = Ballzzzz A: 3/3 D: 0/1 WC: 403 Damage Tracker: Flesh wound across bottom of chest; electrical burn wound on chest/temporary heart arrhythmia Summary: Ros's electricty hits him in chest, hurts him, and he instinctively sends out a magma elephant D: @Roskuld OMG PANIC POSTED i forgot about this D: RE: Show me what ya workin' with [Tembovu v Roskuld] - Blu - 01-14-2017 Time limit exceeded. Roskuld defaults to Tembovu. Tembovu earns 0.5 VP. |