Shoot First [Ashamin v. Ciceron]

[JUDGED] Shoot First [Ashamin v. Ciceron]

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

01-11-2016, 10:33 PM

The finer details of the dark blob come to light before him as the distance dissolves with each hoof beat. His opponents materialize slowly through the mist to reveal a bi-coloured stag of unknown origin and something of a much smaller stature. Kiara had mentioned something about an antelope or something so his assumptions leaned towards that being the smaller of the two, unless his opponent was a midget. You never know it could always happen.

Tremors rocked the ground as the full force of his war stomp took hold, as his hooves dug deep for traction on the sloppy surface. It was quite like a skating rink in mid February where you can't quite skate or swim, but rather glide across and pray you don't hit a weak point and take the plunge. If it would be anyone taking any plunges today it would have to be him, Kiara was not allowed to get hurt. While he did not tend to dwell much on tedious details or grudges if you hurt Kiara, he would hurt you. No matter the circumstance if Kiara got injured it would always be his fault for not being there to protect her. While they both chose to waltz onto the battlefield with heads held high, the responsibility was his and his alone.

Checking his stride last minute to avoid knocking Kiara off target he felt a sharp twinge of pain spasm into his left shoulder. Dammit, Volterra! He cursed silently remembering all too well the bruising the varmint had inflicted upon him. It would appear that the soft tissue bruising had not completely healed itself yet. Great, this was perfect. Now he not only had to get the job done he also had to deal with prior implications. As the pain faded away as quickly as it had come he made careful note to try and avoid straining the muscle any further if he could help it.

The sound of tearing flesh and the fresh aroma of blood filled the air around them when all three of them came together. Not only were his eyes capable of seeing the razor claws of his companion slice into the stallion's hide he could almost feel as if it was him doing the deed. Kiara's flashed point of view sprang to him almost immediately upon impact before fading away, as he felt the power surge through her small frame. God, was he ever glad that he was not the one at the opposite end of that attack this time around. From experience he knew just how much that would hurt from all the practice sessions he had become victim to. Raising a tiger from newborn to adult was no easy task, from the teething stages to the hunting dramatizations; he had seen it all and bore the scars to prove it.

Finding his own attack hitting nothing but thin air drew his attention back to his own movements. Determination bubbled from deep within as his eyes flashed hot molten. Nothing felt worse than attacking your opponent only to miss completely! No, now this was going to become a personal mission to land a few good hits before the battle wrapped itself up. As his mind starts drawing together his next movements skillfully a strange feeling passes over him drawing away his thoughts like someone popping a balloon. Blinking many times to try and clear spreading fog it takes a few long seconds before Kiara's voice pops into his mind. "What you doing! A little help?" Shaking his head his eyes settle on Kiara's form as she is thrown off balance by the stallion's movements landing in the mud. A angered growl emanates from her throat as she immediately tries to launch herself back into action aiming to dig in her poisoned fangs.

Shaking off the strange cloudiness just in time to avoid trampling over Kiara he pins his ears and refocuses his attack. While he would like to fry the bastard that was playing around with his mind he knows he can't do it with Kiara so close. Snorting loudly to express his annoyance he tucks his head tighter against his muddy chest and throws his weight into his forelimbs. Praying that his feet do not slide in the muck, he kicks out with both hind limbs aiming to barrel kick the stallion in the side as he hopefully spins towards him. At least with Kiara in front of him there should be a relatively decent chance that he will not cause her any harm.

Words: 758/800
Attack: 2/3
Injuries: Mildly strained left front shoulder
Summary: Readjusts his stride to avoid Kiara and re-strains an old shoulder injury from Volterra. Kiara gets thrown off into the mud but rebounds to try and sink in her teeth to Ashamin's flesh. Ciceron avoids Kiara and tries to barrel kick Ashamin in the shoulder/neck area.

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