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GAUCHO
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
Continuing from Grounds for Divorce
Gaucho didn't move as Buce's hooves rose off of the sand, pawing at the air just in front of his face. This was largely due to the fact that he could not see the black and gold stallion's movements, although he could certainly feel them. As Mara retracted into his antlers he felt the slice of hooves cut through the air, throwing a gentle puff of air towards his face. Regardless of Buce's proximity and antics, the Wildfire was sure that he wouldn't attack. He would be a fool to think that mere sightlessness would enable such a lack of respect as to actually attack him in this state.
Still ... Buce had agreed to a rematch ...
In his antlers, Mara was not quite so complacent. FORWARDDSSSSS she violently hissed in Gaucho's mind, mentally and physically urging him towards the black. Having wanted to spar once more in this state while he was here, Gaucho's body immediately complied. He knew roughly where Buce was based on Mara's last mental projection of him just before his rear. Given that Gaucho hadn't seen the sands shift beneath his hooves, he assumed he was still in more or less the same spot.
Gaucho's ears flattened against his skull as his large hindquarters tensed, thrusting the dun forward. He meant to ram his left shoulder into Buce's own left, given that they had been more or less facing each other only moments ago. Regardless of whether or not he could see his opponent, his body would be every bit as deadly should his attacks strike. As his body shoved left, he leaned downwards slightly, trying to drag his spikes along Buce's left shoulder if indeed that was where he hit (if he did hit at all).
While this was occurring, Mara, a rather haughty and prideful creature (she was female after all), took the opportunity to strike as well. She would not be content to simply be Gaucho's eyes this spar. Not when her presence had so obviously been disrespected. As Gaucho's hulking form was brought closer to Bucephalus, she struck. Her steely body, still holding onto Gaucho's antlers with the end of her tail, lunged towards Buce as it had only moments prior, instigating his rear. Her fangs glistened as venom dripped from them. She meant to bite the left side of Buce's neck, injecting her venom into his system and slowing his movements. If her poison worked, she could keep him grounded, or so she thought. Bucephalus was quite large. It was entirely possible she could only slow, but not fully bar him from taking to the air. But she would try, dammit. No one flailed their hooves in her face and got away with it.
Gaucho had only lunged forward. Rather than continuing to run past his Chancellor, his large black lips parted revealing oddly white teeth which snapped at the air. Gaucho lowered his black nose to try and find feathers, muscle, or skin to tear and pull at. Buce's wing joint was his target, but he was biting rather blindly, given that Mara's mind was much more focused on biting Buce than helpfully projecting his position into Gaucho's mind. But it was fine, Bucephalus was rather large, providing Gaucho's haphazard attacks a large target area to try and hit.
Setting is in the arena on the Island. It's just after midday, so plenty of light.
WC: 556
Attack: 1/3
Defense: 0/1
Teaching Notes: None yet!
Summary: Gaucho lunges forward and tries to ram his left shoulder into Buce's left, leaning downwards slightly to scrape him with his bone spikes. At the same time Mara tries to bite Buce's neck using her paralyzing magic. Then Gaucho tries to bite at Buce's left wing.
Gaucho didn't move as Buce's hooves rose off of the sand, pawing at the air just in front of his face. This was largely due to the fact that he could not see the black and gold stallion's movements, although he could certainly feel them. As Mara retracted into his antlers he felt the slice of hooves cut through the air, throwing a gentle puff of air towards his face. Regardless of Buce's proximity and antics, the Wildfire was sure that he wouldn't attack. He would be a fool to think that mere sightlessness would enable such a lack of respect as to actually attack him in this state.
Still ... Buce had agreed to a rematch ...
In his antlers, Mara was not quite so complacent. FORWARDDSSSSS she violently hissed in Gaucho's mind, mentally and physically urging him towards the black. Having wanted to spar once more in this state while he was here, Gaucho's body immediately complied. He knew roughly where Buce was based on Mara's last mental projection of him just before his rear. Given that Gaucho hadn't seen the sands shift beneath his hooves, he assumed he was still in more or less the same spot.
Gaucho's ears flattened against his skull as his large hindquarters tensed, thrusting the dun forward. He meant to ram his left shoulder into Buce's own left, given that they had been more or less facing each other only moments ago. Regardless of whether or not he could see his opponent, his body would be every bit as deadly should his attacks strike. As his body shoved left, he leaned downwards slightly, trying to drag his spikes along Buce's left shoulder if indeed that was where he hit (if he did hit at all).
While this was occurring, Mara, a rather haughty and prideful creature (she was female after all), took the opportunity to strike as well. She would not be content to simply be Gaucho's eyes this spar. Not when her presence had so obviously been disrespected. As Gaucho's hulking form was brought closer to Bucephalus, she struck. Her steely body, still holding onto Gaucho's antlers with the end of her tail, lunged towards Buce as it had only moments prior, instigating his rear. Her fangs glistened as venom dripped from them. She meant to bite the left side of Buce's neck, injecting her venom into his system and slowing his movements. If her poison worked, she could keep him grounded, or so she thought. Bucephalus was quite large. It was entirely possible she could only slow, but not fully bar him from taking to the air. But she would try, dammit. No one flailed their hooves in her face and got away with it.
Gaucho had only lunged forward. Rather than continuing to run past his Chancellor, his large black lips parted revealing oddly white teeth which snapped at the air. Gaucho lowered his black nose to try and find feathers, muscle, or skin to tear and pull at. Buce's wing joint was his target, but he was biting rather blindly, given that Mara's mind was much more focused on biting Buce than helpfully projecting his position into Gaucho's mind. But it was fine, Bucephalus was rather large, providing Gaucho's haphazard attacks a large target area to try and hit.
Setting is in the arena on the Island. It's just after midday, so plenty of light.
WC: 556
Attack: 1/3
Defense: 0/1
Teaching Notes: None yet!
Summary: Gaucho lunges forward and tries to ram his left shoulder into Buce's left, leaning downwards slightly to scrape him with his bone spikes. At the same time Mara tries to bite Buce's neck using her paralyzing magic. Then Gaucho tries to bite at Buce's left wing.
Table style by Tamme! Image Credits
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