Ulrik could feel his heartbeat in his gut, throbbing dully, quickly. The stallion had scraped his knees as he tumbled and scrambled back to his hooves, and the smell of blood hit his nostrils strongly. So akin to metal... It was almost comforting, except for the fact that it was his own blood dripping down the long, soft hair on his chest and stomach. The stallion tilted his ears back against his skull as his metal wolf went on the attack, and the whirring hum of the engine was a comfort to his rattled mind. He needed to focus on this fight as if it was a huge machine, but the throb of pain in his guts blurred the blue prints with every thrum.
The engineer cracked open a bronze eye and looked as his wolf collided with Torleik's hip. He winced slightly at the crunch he heard of grinding gears as forward motion was suddenly halted - like the noise of a clutch jamming in a standard shift vehicle. The impact was enough, it seemed, to shove his opponent's body over, and the metal wolf rolled away, sliding on the gravel and locking into place as the red eyes motion sensed the stallion it had just attacked. Those red eyes glowed lifeless, soullessly; it was a very disturbing sight for most sentient creatures unused to seeing such realistic dopplegangers without a soul.
Hard, white breaths shoved through his nostrils as he suddenly pushed from the ground, bronze eyes playing through the scene like a movie on a lower frame rate. Cloven hooves carried him closer, his teeth clenched as he tried to ignore the groaning of his punctured skin that moved across ribs and abdominals in his motion. As he neared, he tried to scrape his hooves along Torleik's legs, but his plan was quickly diverted. The shift of the battle had driven him closer to the other stallion's hindquarters, and Ulrik threw his body to the right when two, massive hooves thrashed into the air. Instinct grabbed hold and he turned his head away, but that did not save him entirely.
Torleik's uninjured leg flew out and collided with the tense, upper portion of his neck, pushing him over despite his own significant size and weight. The impact of his entire body around the one appendage was like whiplash, causing the muscles all along his spine to clench tightly. Ulrik's hooves struggled to keep him upright again, and he tumbled onto his front, right knee as he fell. The joint hit the rock that surrounded the cool lake, slipping open the skin and burning through his leg. Ulrik exhaled a thick groan of pain, trying to stand but yelping as his back seized. Bronze eyes tracked Torleik as he limped to the edge of the water and turned around, and Ulrik shoved his body forward.
He favored his front right leg as he trotted over, the sway of his back lessened from the tension of his muscles. Blood ran down his belly, neck and knee, but it was almost invisible against the darkness of his black, oily hide. Water and electronics would not mix, so he commanded the wolf to stay where it was, but Kirchoff may be needed. Ulrik trotted into the crisp water, coming at him from the side after making a narrow loop, parallel to the water's edge. The stallion dipped his head, though the severity of the angle was hindered by the bruises that now formed under his skin on his neck.
The engineer wielded his horn like a sword, leaping forward and lunging into Torleik, hoping to spear his opponent on the end. Ulrik was not a fool; anyone could have seen that attack coming, but he was not done. The stallion swung his entire body, hopefully into Torleik, slicing upward with his neck and horn. He could only hope he succeeded. He did not think that his neck would survive any more wild swings. At least the cool water felt good on his knee... Silver lining? Was there such a thing? Curious... he would have to observe the clouds more carefully...
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- Ulrik falls over and injures his knee as he takes Torleik's kick to the neck
- follows him into the water and tries to impale him and then slash him with his horn ]]
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[JUDGED] A Machine for Pigs [Ulrik]
