Land Ho! [Open Spar]

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[JUDGED] Land Ho! [Open Spar]

Ciceron Posts: 315

Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE

Kiara :: White Tiger :: Poison nickel

12-10-2015, 10:12 PM

Ciceron

Kiara

You don't understand what it's like
to live always at war, to grow up with
battle and sacrifice;;

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As the electricity fades away the silver stag automatically braces himself for retaliatory pain as he catches the black brute from the corner of his eye. Cow hopping sideways as a blur of motion streaks out towards him, he could hear the whistling of air as hooves strike nothing but thin air. A moment of relief and surprise washes over him as he realizes that Volterra has yet to make any successful attack. Whether it be by sheer luck of due to the soreness that shoulder of his must be feeling by now, he did not mind one little bit. Pain was something that he had never been afraid of but it sure was nice to end up on the undamaged side of the fence for a change.

Inhaling a short burst of salty air the grey manages to take a quick second to survey where he stood at this point. Silver eyes ignored majority of the landscape to single out the black powerhouse that was still out for his blood. So far having missed both attempted attacks he was sure that this was not sitting well, hell he would be infuriated with himself! If his final attack made contact it was sure to bring all the associated rage with it, well it sure would if it were him in his hooves. Now more than ever he had to be aware of everything that was going on especially the ice he was about to run into. ICE! Where the fuck did that come from?!?

Slamming on the brakes was not an option with his current momentum so that left improvisation, but with what? Avoiding it was out of the question so he guessed that that left leaping... Mentally taking tally of where in the world his feet where the silver warrior rocked his weight backwards and took flight. Ok step one, complete. Step two, to land without slipping and sliding his ass into the dirt. Easier said than done but gravity was quickly taking away his prep time as his mass descended from its airborne state back to earth. Stretching his legs forward he awaited the last possible moment to allow his hooves to touch back down.

The inevitable crunch of shattering ice exploded beneath him as his hooves slid a few centimeters forward before his hind finally caught up. Now ice was one thing but going from solid ground into muck was a completely different feeling altogether. It was like a toasted marshmallow flying through the air only to get snagged in someone's hair and be pulled up short. Not the best feeling in the world at all. Shaking it off the grey snapped his silver orbs back to the black brute beside him knowing that this was his last chance to do some damage. Planting his hind feet to hopefully slid in a tighter circle he rounded on what he hoped would be the brute's left side slamming his front hooves deeply into the muck. With being close enough he hoped using war stomp would set the youngster off balance to enable him to come at for his final attack. Kiara wouldn't be much help with that pesky dragon trying to rip into her face so it was all up to him, now it just needed to work.

Kiara having been unable to prevent the icy blast towards her bonded growled her displeasure as poison dripped caustically from her fangs to the ground below. Lunging forward with renewed determination to stop the dragon's damage she threw her entire weight forward opening her jaws wide. It was her plan to sink her poison laced fangs into that dragon's juicy hide and give it a taste of its own medicine.

Lifting his feet with slight effort from the mud hole they found themselves in the dappled warrior dipped his head forward. If he could just manage to knock the bastard off balance enough with his previous war stomp just maybe he could throw his horn into the belly of the beast. Sweat had begun to later his coat in a lovely coating of foam and mud perhaps giving him the lubricated advantage to slip in and out without fail once more, at least he could hope. Gathering his remaining energy the silver stallion threw himself into the fray once more aiming to finish this battle with a victory.

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Tags: @Volterra
Words: 723
Injuries: None
Attack: 3/3
Summary: Again manages to avoid injury and the ice. Rounds on Volterra and uses war stomp to try and throw him off balance before lunging at him hoping to pierce his abdomen with his horn. (if that's what is there when he gets there). Kiara lunges at Verzes to try and grab a hold of him using her mouth of claws, aims to try and bite him and poison him.

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