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01-27-2015, 02:44 PM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
There are a number of fatal flaws within Elsa’s fighting tactics. First off, she always approached every battle with a mindset that she would do well. When would she learn to overestimate her opponent instead of assuming they were having an “off day”? Secondly, her tactics were old. It was so easy to just look at Elsa, and know where she was going. She was far too predictable for the life of fighting. One day she would learn, and hopefully today would nail the coffin shut (figuratively, of course).
Her hooves pounded against the ground, pushing her forward. She could feel the awkward ridges of the dried dirt teasing her. They just wanted one misstep so they could grab her leg and slam her into the ground. Her heart began to race, watching like a hawk for every little muscle twitch under Midas’s skin. It seemed that with each pace his, smaller body would grow larger and larger. Her eyes easily spotted his defense, as his hoof promptly moved out of the way. Well, there goes her tactic. Her hope was still intact, so maybe she could salvage this offensive maneuver and bring him down.
Yet once again, Midas was being Midas. His stupid little painted body so easily avoided her bull run. Dust remained in his wake, the dry ground providing a nice cover at the worst possible time. The dust bled into her body. It scratched at her eyes and with each inhale she found herself choking. Rough, grinding coughs were all that came out when she attempted to throw profanities at Mr. Golden Boy. Her eyes were closed, and she was listening for his movements. He had gone past her left, but where exactly? This was dangerous territory, for if he had any vision of her; his attack would take her down without a fight.
The dust finally began to settle, and she could finally get a look at Midas once her eye (sometimes its nice to be down one eye) cleared. Turning her head to her left, it was obvious she had been a little too late. His wings expanded, and she knew she was in for a beating. Thrice they came down upon her back, the bony part lining up just right with her spine. Each time the down stroke shocked her back, leaving parts of her barrel near the impact site tingly, and some going numb. The one thing that every horse underestimates about Pegasus’ is that their wings are much stronger than they look, and can be just as deadly as a horn.
Disoriented, she turns to watch Midas take off into the air. A strangled cry of frustration rushes past her lips. "You're an asshole." She croaks out. No regrets. Why did he decide to go into the air? Solely to piss her off probably, he had to know how much she preferred ground assault of aerial combat. Taking a few lunging steps, she canters off, spreads her wings, and soon enough she’s lifted into the air with Midas. Damn man couldn’t get ice spiked either. No wonder he’s called the “Ascended”.
Attempting to get more lift, she flapped, trying to bring herself above Midas in the air. If she could get this just right, she could (in theory) force him back to the ground. Circling above where she thought he’d be, she finally turned, and angled herself towards him. Her wings shifted as to allow wind to rush past as fast as possible. It was odd to have that feeling. It had been so long since she had been in this sort of situation. It felt so… foreign.
Hoping enough speed had been gained in her downward rush, she put her plan into motion. Once she was about a meter above where she thought Midas to be, she opened her wings and kicked her legs downward. If this worked, then maybe she’d be able to ground him, and keep herself out of his way! Perfect! That is, of course, if Midas doesn’t decide to be more of an asshole and just hop out of the way. For once she just wished that he would stand in place and take it like a man!
[2/3 Attacks || 0/1 Defense || 702 Words || @[Midas]]
Her hooves pounded against the ground, pushing her forward. She could feel the awkward ridges of the dried dirt teasing her. They just wanted one misstep so they could grab her leg and slam her into the ground. Her heart began to race, watching like a hawk for every little muscle twitch under Midas’s skin. It seemed that with each pace his, smaller body would grow larger and larger. Her eyes easily spotted his defense, as his hoof promptly moved out of the way. Well, there goes her tactic. Her hope was still intact, so maybe she could salvage this offensive maneuver and bring him down.
Yet once again, Midas was being Midas. His stupid little painted body so easily avoided her bull run. Dust remained in his wake, the dry ground providing a nice cover at the worst possible time. The dust bled into her body. It scratched at her eyes and with each inhale she found herself choking. Rough, grinding coughs were all that came out when she attempted to throw profanities at Mr. Golden Boy. Her eyes were closed, and she was listening for his movements. He had gone past her left, but where exactly? This was dangerous territory, for if he had any vision of her; his attack would take her down without a fight.
The dust finally began to settle, and she could finally get a look at Midas once her eye (sometimes its nice to be down one eye) cleared. Turning her head to her left, it was obvious she had been a little too late. His wings expanded, and she knew she was in for a beating. Thrice they came down upon her back, the bony part lining up just right with her spine. Each time the down stroke shocked her back, leaving parts of her barrel near the impact site tingly, and some going numb. The one thing that every horse underestimates about Pegasus’ is that their wings are much stronger than they look, and can be just as deadly as a horn.
Disoriented, she turns to watch Midas take off into the air. A strangled cry of frustration rushes past her lips. "You're an asshole." She croaks out. No regrets. Why did he decide to go into the air? Solely to piss her off probably, he had to know how much she preferred ground assault of aerial combat. Taking a few lunging steps, she canters off, spreads her wings, and soon enough she’s lifted into the air with Midas. Damn man couldn’t get ice spiked either. No wonder he’s called the “Ascended”.
Attempting to get more lift, she flapped, trying to bring herself above Midas in the air. If she could get this just right, she could (in theory) force him back to the ground. Circling above where she thought he’d be, she finally turned, and angled herself towards him. Her wings shifted as to allow wind to rush past as fast as possible. It was odd to have that feeling. It had been so long since she had been in this sort of situation. It felt so… foreign.
Hoping enough speed had been gained in her downward rush, she put her plan into motion. Once she was about a meter above where she thought Midas to be, she opened her wings and kicked her legs downward. If this worked, then maybe she’d be able to ground him, and keep herself out of his way! Perfect! That is, of course, if Midas doesn’t decide to be more of an asshole and just hop out of the way. For once she just wished that he would stand in place and take it like a man!
[2/3 Attacks || 0/1 Defense || 702 Words || @[Midas]]
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