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The sensation of his hoof connecting solidly with Ulrik’s neck – was it neck? He couldn’t see what he had hit but it didn’t feel like bone… – was satisfying. Satisfying until the jarring of that collision made his right front shoulder groan and the impact of hitting the ground again returned a tidal wave of pain to his back left, sending him to the ground. Torleik had no idea the injuries Ulrik had sustained from his kick and frankly he couldn’t have given less of a damn. As long as neither the Engineer nor his metal demon were following, that was enough for the warrior at the moment. The peace he was so blessedly assured from his retaliation lasted only seconds as his glacial eyes watched Ulrik limp towards him. Front right, then. It seemed his plan to avoid the metal wolf was working for the time being because the beast stayed put, its glowing, soulless voids of red gazing at him with a burning, unwavering intensity. Torleik felt his skin crawl when he met that lifeless stare and quickly diverted his attention to his wounded and approaching attacker once again. Is this over yet? Yield, you fool… he grunted in his head. But with Ulrik’s strategic positioning, Torleik knew the Engineer was not done. Perhaps challenging the interim leader had been foolish if Torleik had not been willing to try to kill him – but he did not think the situation had been quite so dire. He had assumed, naively, that Ulrik operated as his people had, that battles were fought over honor and reputation – though, he mused bitterly, challenges for leadership were fights to the death. This male was not an enemy. Torleik did not want to kill him. The acrid tang of blood renewed its vigor in his nostrils and he knew Ulrik was hurting just like he was. They were both bleeding from more than one hole. Yet despite his injuries, the mechanically-minded stallion pushed on. The glint in those bronze eyes was not matched by Torleik’s blues; the challenger feared he would have to seriously injure Ulrik before the Engineer would step down. Torleik noted he was approaching from his wounded side and that was smart; Ulrik was also, by use of this angle, protecting his own injured right foreleg. Torleik gritted his teeth in annoyance. He could not use his wounded hind appendage to strike out even if the angle presented itself to kick Ulrik’s injured leg. Tired, in pain, the rabicano stallion stayed in place, easily able to discern Ulrik’s opening attack in this proverbial round of the battle. The attack was far too obvious and Torleik braced himself for whatever else the mad Engineer had planned as best he could. Given more than enough time to react, he swung his hindquarters to the right to avoid Ulrik’s stab, grunting as the more lithe male’s body crashed into him. The impact made him stumble a little and he could not gather himself in time to avoid Ulrik’s slash with his horn. The attack caught Torleik in the soft, sensitive place where his belly met his back leg and the upward movement pried open his flesh all the way up his side. A second of comprehension was allowed during that attack, and it almost seemed as if Ulrik had intended to castrate him; that thought, coupled with the sudden and intense pain of his flesh being peeled, ignited a furious, cold-burning bloodlust within the larger stallion. Torleik’s vision tunneled and all he saw was his opponent. His opponent and his vulnerable back. Torleik's avoidance of Ulrik's stab attack and subsequent movement after Ulrik slammed into him had placed the dual-horned demon on higher ground, with the Engineer now in the water and Torleik out. This gave Torleik a fractional height advantage he did not have on even ground, as Ulrik was taller. Utilizing this to his advantage before his opponent corrected the situation, he attacked. His left hind leg practically useless now, Torleik put as much of his weight as he could on his right. An angry roar erupted from his throat and then he began to ram, tilting his head to the side. With the higher horn, he intended to hit somewhere along Ulrik's spine, but if he missed, the lower horn was positioned to hit anywhere along Ulrik's left flank. If his aim was unsuccessful, he planned to hit him and drive Ulrik deeper into the water. If he could not injure his opponent the way he wanted, then he would drive him to ground he could not hold. [[(765 words) | (3/4) -Torleik avoids Ulrik's stab, but takes full damage from Ulrik's subsequent slice attack -Ulrik's slice hits a little low and in the haze of battle, Torleik takes this as an attempt to castrate him -This sets him into a very brief sort of rage that will last the duration of his retaliatory attack (his energy reserves are too low at this point to sustain it much longer) -In return, Torleik tilts his head to the right and aims to drive his horns into Ulrik's back to hopefully hit his spine. If that doesn't work, he doesn't care - he then just wants one of his horns to hit somewhere painful and drive Ulrik deeper into the lake.]] |
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