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[JUDGED] Hey Blue! That's Mine! [Challenge- Ampere]

Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#1
You followed her away from the table that she so gracelessly plowed over, watched her through hazy eyes as she freaked out about the morphing orb and then waited your due time for the drugs to clear your system. They're not all the way gone, of course. You'd be in a strange state of dire necessity and withdrawal, your system begging for more drugs, crippling you to do anything else. You're not there yet. You're just clean enough. A little wobbly on your hooves still, but your mind is sharp and that's all that matters. You've waited, you've been patient, but you're patient no more. You have to have what she has. It's not necessarily because you want the companion orb that she has so uselessly acquired. Rather, you're challenging her because you simply want to stir up trouble. After all, the little blue came into your life, ruined your plants, called you out and was generally a nuisance. Doesn't she deserve to pay for that? Doesn't she deserve to watch another of her efforts go to waste? You think so.

“Hey Blue! That's mine!” Your voice breaks the silence of the field, your eyes searching for where the girl had gotten off to. A rumbling noise, almost a laugh, erupts from your mouth as you shuffle your bag over your head and onto the ground. You almost leave it there but decide at the last moment to pick it up. It worked rather well as a distraction when you fought mossy boy, perhaps it will be the same now. Besides, its practically empty of plants. If the little blue goes and explodes with electricity again, at least she won't have much to ruin. Snorting your disdain at the very thought, you lift your nose to the heavens and scream, beginning to trot around eagerly. Your chocolate eyes and swiveling ears search impatiently for her, ready to thrash her at the first chance you get. At the very least, you're thankful that the sun is beginning to move closer to the horizon. Maybe the temperature might cool down, giving you some reprieve from the blistering heat of the day time. You can only hope.

As you move, you prepare yourself, waiting for the girl's inevitable approach. Muscles are eager, though your rib bones poke out from your sides. On your leg, blood from the snake bite to your nose has dried. Of course, you're more than covered in mud and decay picked up from the Marsh. You probably smell that way too. All the better to wipe all over the little blue. Hopefully you'll teach her a lesson today. It would be a shame to loose to something as small as she is. You shake the thought from your head. There's no way you're going to loose. After all, your head is clear, your body is eager and you're surprisingly wound free (save the snake bite to your nose). What could possibly go wrong here?

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Challenging for Ampere's Egg won here.
Hybrid Dice System
Time: near sunset; Location: Heavenly Fields; Temperature: hot but cooling down
OOC| Dear blu, sorry about being in two fights at once w/ you. Wasn't planning for this one when we started the oxy/colt one! Also talked to Tamme, she said to do it w/in two weeks of the RE post, not to wait for the thread end. Since finals are coming up soon, I thought I'd better get it up sooner rather than later. Sorry if anything weird happens with timelines b/c of this and the RE. Just beat me with a fish <3
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Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#2
A M P E R E


They come crawling to her, creeping, scrabbling, etching their way across the earth to hover at her side in this moment of weakness. Their madness, a selfish greed that whines out like a grinding, dying machine when they speak, drives a spike of hatred into the carefully concealed cracks of her heart. The sun began to set and the day grew long in its final stand, the shadows stretching wide and eager. One remained by then, slinking through the dusk, his want making him rabid; a wonder his mouth didn't froth and instead was stained green.

He spoke.
She crackles, wings bristling against her backside, a swath of grass erupting in a wash of sparks from around her hooves. Her head thrashes to the side so she can set her sights on him, the flash of blue like the glint of a sword being unsheathed, its metallic whisper a deadly croon in the hushed moment of anticipation.

She regards him in steady silence, but like a gathering storm the absence of noise is far more terrible than the sound of it. A soft line parts the plush of her black lips. Her whiskers twitch. Her nose flares, but the breath is steady, the panic subsiding in her chest. She has an enemy she can face now, an enemy she is not afraid of, an enemy she can defeat.
Her maw twists into a feral grin, the jagged marking that frames her left eye stretching with the motion, a clear indication of her chaotic nature with its asymmetrical balance.

"This?" she asks innocently, almost playfully even, except for the possessive manner in which she passes her body in front of the glowing orb, the pile of debris she'd thrown on top of it unable to shield the pulse of life. "No," her voice cuts through, hard and cold now, the first swing of the hungry sword. "This belongs to no one."

Her final words are accentuated by an abrupt flaring of her wings, the feathered appendages beginning to flap furiously while Oxy neighs and roots around like an overgrown boar, bearing horns instead of tusks and a ball sack not nearly as impressive. She hopes her wind will stir up debris to cast into his eyes, which she hopes will already be squinting with the amber glow of the sinking sun at her back. The distraction ideally will blind him for a moment, and a moment is all she needs.

Ampere shoves off her coiled haunches, easily sliding into a canter, her hooves beating out the steady tempo noiselessly against the grass. As she runs her hooves strike the foliage like a flint, the green blades curling up in a blue zap that gathers like a rising tide in her wake. She leans into her motion, her neck falling low and flat, her small stature feeding her speed, something she knows she'll have to depend upon - one hit from the boar-horse and she could be done in.
Best not to be hit then.

Her mad dash aimed her at Oxy's left side, head-on. With each stride the light glinted off his set of horns, caution roiling in her gut and singing in her thoughts with the faded voice of her last fellowship. For all the swings that Ampere took, few were measured and less were without consequence. Would she gouge herself open on this beast's misshapen teeth, for a creature cradled in a shell not made by her own body, her own flesh, her own blood?
Yes her resolve responds, unshaken. She would.
It's not for the life that she charges, a war cry bellowing from her chest like a frenzied bird, it's for the freedom to live.

She comes in, screaming like hot metal on a ruined train track, her body twisting around his left side as she leaps upward. Her wings plow at the air around her and him, seeking to give her added lift, perhaps striking his head, hopefully batting away his tusks should he have the sense to wield them. The electrical tide behind her, nothing so impressive as the sea, should come spilling in and burst upon him, breaking with a snap, crack, fizzle and pop!
Meanwhile she is beginning to fall, her theatrical movement nothing but drama and poor planning. She strikes out weakly with her hind feet, aiming to catch his back and use it as a launching pad, maybe scuffing in a bruise or two. Her wings strike the air again, once, twice, flailing for balance as her front hooves reach for the uneven ground on his right side.

He is the ocean, I am the shore.



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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#3
The sparks that jettison out from the Blue's hooves set the mood, a match even for the beauty of the setting sun; however, you're in no mood to enjoy the beauty. You're in the mood for chaos and destruction. Ampere barreled into your life, started a war with you despite your status as (mostly) innocent bystander and then walked off like she owned the place. You're here to set the girl straight, to prove to her that she's nothing special and that she can't just have her way all the time. Nobody likes a brat. So, with this goal in mind, you refuse to acknowledge the ominous silence she tries to create, refuse to fall prey to her innocent words and refuse to accept that the orb belongs to no one. She's wrong. The orb is yours.

Still, out for vengeance though you are, you've seen the girl's explosive displays. You remember her flair for the dramatic and the passion she has for her useless cause. You know, though your brain refuses to acknowledge it, that this will not be an easy fight. But you will not back down. You don't so easily forgive- especially a crime against your drug habit. As if to accentuate your thoughts about the difficulties you'll soon face, the Blue flares her wings. The motion is abrupt, unexpected, and you flinch away. In retaliation, you lift your lips and reveal green stained teeth, brow furrowing as you grumble menacingly, but the response is likely lost in the billowing dust storm the girl creates. Still, you're patient. Still, you wait. She'll come. If there's one thing you think you know about the miniscule woman, it's that her heart won't back down when it thinks it's right. You're not disappointed.

With the glint of sun and sting of dust in your eyes, you're left only with your ears as the girl begins. This time even ears fail you, the thick layer of dying grass muffling the girl's movements to naught. Only the rustling of her feathered wings and feathered ass give you some indication of her position as you try to clear your eyes of the damnable dust that the Blue has kicked up from the earth. And then she screams, a vicious war cry that only makes you laugh as you tense your muscles and dig your hooves into the ground, preparing for some sort of impact.

She materializes from the cloud of dust in a chaotic storm, a blue bolt of lighting that is aiming for only one thing- you. She leaps, her wings beating furiously and slapping against your head in flurries of motion. The dust has cleared but now you're blinded by feathers. Bitch, you curse to yourself but the thought is quickly replaced by less charitable thoughts of the girl as you realize her leap was only a ruse. Electricity crashes into your side, a painful stimulus that courses deep into your body, preventing you from rearing up as you would like to, accented by the impact of hooves on your back. Even as the jolts fade, you're left dealing with the aftermath. Electric burns on your left rib cage begin to manifest, causing your skin to become tender.

However, a warrior's heart is not so easily swayed and even as she is falling ungracefully back to the earth, you're reacting. You require payment, demand retribution, for the wrongs she has committed. Your body creaks into motion, hooves crashing against the earth in a symphony of grunts and staccato thuds. You swing to your right, trying to throw your shoulder into her ass and knock the girl off guard. She has speed but you have size. Ever mindful, you keep a wary on her wings but do not stop. It hasn't been lost on you that the sun is now at your back, in the girl's eyes should she turn, and you try to take advantage of this. Once more, your hooves find purchase and you force your body into a rear, trying to ram your chest or knees into her side.

Already, your left side aches at your motions, the rhythmic throbbing a painful reminder that Ampere obviously has the hearts of the gods on her side. But you've gone disrespected too long to give up. Even against the gods, you will fight. Even against a girl who might shock you into submission, you will rally. If you have failed in the eyes of the deities, it is only for lack of guidance. You'll show them they're not needed. You'll show them that you deserve more than fleeting glances of pity. You'll show them you're worthy. Then you'll cast them away when they return you to their good graces. Fair weather friends aren't friends at all.

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Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#4


A M P E R E


Best not to be hit then.
The phrase echoes in her mind, mockingly, just as Oxy's body turns. Her eyes shift, locked in the corner of her vision, white creeping along the irises of blue.

Ampere is afraid, because she can do nothing.
Her mentors would have berated her for such a foolish move, but they weren't here, and her training had been brief. It was only her now and pain was her teacher, but she could not submit to learning from it if it meant losing something far greater.

Locked in the transition of motion, hanging in the good grace of gravity, Ampere can but fall. She is vulnerable in these seconds where she drifts on the reserves of her forward motion, even her speed unable to close the gap readily. She had hoped Oxy would have been too stunned by her assault to retaliate so quickly, but though she hits fast she does not hit hard, especially not enough to disturb his pigskin.

"Shi-" she cuts back a curse as his right shoulder plows into her left flank. The force of impact ripples through her, her hind limb kicking against her other, a deep bruise setting in nearly instantly along her hip, providing a limp and swelling - it will hurt the most when she wakes tomorrow.

More than the pain though, his blunt force disturbs her already off-kilter balance, shoving her ass so that it begins to lead her motion, jerking her front end around behind it in a half-circle before her feet find their purchase. Her right forelimb takes the brunt of her weight while the other three scrabble for direction as she re-connects with the ground. She stumbles sideways, to her right, her wings her only savior as they jerk at her sides and pull the air into submission. Thankfully the terrain here is kind to her joints and offers easy traction, the dirt willing to let her hooves cut into its crust.

Ampere's head whips around to her left, where the pig should be, but she can do little more than squint against the sun. Her teeth grit together in frustration and she bolts off nearly as soon as she's landed, her gait impacted by the half-step she's forced to take for her left hind leg and its beaten musculature. Her ears twist anxiously on her poll, her nose wide to gulp in steady breaths. She hears a scuffle of noise just behind her, the oaf moving to attack where she'd stood - Still fast enough.
She isn't sure for how long though, especially if he cuffs her like that again, although his strength had been part of the reason she'd landed far enough away to evade him.

The wings at her sides pull in tighter as if in response to her thoughts, trying to minimize the drag of the wind on her body as she runs. She curves around on her left lead, the glare of the sun shifting back behind her and clearing her line of sight once more. She simpers, Gotcha!
Her pace doubles, her limp accentuated and inevitably slows her, but she grins and bears it to haul ass towards the pigicorn. From her looping motion she is drawing up on his left side again, at least as he was after landing from his attack towards her, but she comes from the rear instead of the front this time. She lurches off her feet several strides prior, her wings unfurling from her sides to let her glide and give her hurting limb a short reprieve. She sails in close, the feathered appendages snapping back in the last moment and her forehand rising with them in a rear.

She'll probably slam into his left side at the rate she's coming in, something due to hurt her more than him, but she doesn't mind, she wants to utilize the opportunity of height given to her with her flight. Her forelimbs eagerly kick out a barrage aimed at his barrel and all the tender ribs that sit there while her teeth curl from under her lips and strive to peel the flesh off his spine. Her wings flap a few times, but her height slips as the altitude drops. Her right hind shakes with its injury and carries her unsteady as it takes her full weight. Sweat pours from her hide, the exertion evident as her features twist with concentration, dead set on driving away this selfish boar no matter the costs to herself. She keeps flapping, trying to control her balance and hoping the frenzied movement of feathers will make Oxy turn away from her rather than into her.

"I cannot forgive you if you take this life!"



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Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#5
Shoulder touches flank and you praise yourself for remembering your years on the battlefield. You're lucky you had the good sense to attack after the effects of your plants were diminished. Otherwise, you'd probably be lying in a pile of oafish chagrin on the ground instead of praising your successes. In this moment, you're more than just Oxy, the drug addict. You're Oxy, the warrior. You're a force to be reckoned with, a knight in shining armor, a bastion in the face of unrelenting force. Where others before you have failed, you will succeed. You will take the Blue down.

But even if you were Sir Galahad, anointed by the gods as the greatest knight that ever lived, you couldn't keep up with the speed of the electric woman. She escapes you, running off, and you can do little but turn your head to watch her go. At least she limps. You count your triumph and forget your failure. To have hit the girl at all is a feat, tiny target that she is, and you won't lose your head in a labyrinth of pity and woe at a minor misstep. In your mouth, your bag flails wildly, still held between tightly clenched teeth, as you fall back to the earth.

Upon reaching the ground, you immediately begin to trot forward, hoping the motion will give you some sort of head start. You'll need every ounce of speed you can manage to keep pace with Ampere- a necessity if you're going to win. As you move, you lay back your ears and snort in annoyance. It troubles you that turning to look back is both essential and stupid- you need the Blue's position, but you don't want to be blinded. Instead, you rely on your ears, letting them lift once more, trying to pick out the sound of the girl's heavy breathing and rustling feathers.

But how can an aircraft carrier outmaneuver a speedboat? She comes in blaring, a flurry of motion along your left side, as you turn your head slightly to find her. Even in the glaring sun you can the girl's unfurled wings and you half expect another wave of electricity to crash upon you. But this time there are no sparks- only hooves. Your sole consolation is that your motion causes her hooves to land upon your rump instead of your side. It wouldn't do to have the girl beating upon your electric burns, which still protest every movement.

Hooves beat against you, bruising your ego more than your ass, though several small welts pulse to life. They're a beacon, a reminder to stay sharp, as this is just the beginning. As for the teeth, they land solidly upon your croup but do little more than pinch. You simply laugh out loud, a thunderous sound that fills the dusky air. You hope the bitch likes the taste of mud and decay- that's all she'll find upon your coat. Of course, your laugh doesn't last long. Ampere's smaller frame crashes into yours and you struggle to keep a straight path, thankful that your extra weight gives you some resistance against her impact. Finding your footing, you take a few steps forward.

As for her words? Her shrieking liberty cry is met only by the motion of your hooves. Fighting against gravity and your mass, you throw your hind limbs into the air. Your morals are useless, you bellow, but is it in your head or out loud? Even you aren't sure, the sound of flailing bodies the only thing that matters to you right now. You hooves reach, far and high, hoping to meet skin. You're so much taller than her, it would be easy to hit her head, but you aim lower, for her left shoulder if she hasn't moved, as your burns scream in protest. Will your aim be true? Even you cannot say.

As your hooves return to earth, you're careful to let your right hind take most of the weight. Your left will need rest if the bruises are to remain small and manageable. You pivot to the right, a wide half-circle turning you back to face the sun and where you hope Ampere will be. Now is your chance. If you are to be blinded, so is she. You throw the bag, hopefully towards her face, as you urge your body to accelerate into a canter. Your head lowers, horns glinting in the orange sunset, as you try to come upon her. At the last moment, you throw your head up, attempting to scrape your horns across the junction of her wing and shoulder. All the while, your chest barrels towards her. It's not your most shining moment, but you know you must take out her wings. The acrobatic theatrics must end.

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OOC| Minor edits to reflect change in damage amount. @[Ampere]
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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#6


A M P E R E


Ampere's gut collides against the brown wall that is Oxy's side. It knocks the wind from her for a moment. Yet for all her stupid scrabbling she manages to tear into him somewhat, but whether or not that's a victory she can't be sure as swamp mud rolls in the corner of her mouth. It provides a unique texture any time her teeth shift and leaves a slimy residue on her tongue.
Ampere decides against biting him for the duration of this fight. Better to kick his head in.

She missed her true mark though, and his momentum jars against her head, causing her to swing it to her left side, just in time to see the movement of coiled muscle. Air hisses through her teeth as they click shut, her weight trying to set back on her haunches, but she has no time. Their close proximity saves her at least, his rump so close to her it can hardly extend and reach its full power. She's still positioned at his left, so his kick brandishes a dull thud along the meat of her right breast. It still hurts, probably only because of his size, but otherwise it is a meager bruise which she easily brushes off the moment she gets her footing and backpedals away from that ass. Who knows, next he might fart on her and that she certainly could not endure.

As she finally catches her bearings, Oxy's loop has nearly finished. Her blue gaze flicks warily to him, knowing she can't meet him head on. As it is the only reason he hasn't barreled down on her yet is because he's such a loafing behemoth. If she were to get in the way of that steam roller she certainly wouldn't make it out alive - neither would the precious orb.

Run!
Her body jerks to her left, hooves easily pushing off the supple soil, though her right hind, the most crucial in providing her force for the direction she wants, complains and holds her up short. By the time she gets any decent stride going, Oxy is upon her. Ampere pushes forward, trusting in the capabilities of her body. It comes as a surprise then when his bag clobbers the right side of her face.

A blur of brown is all her vision catches before it arrives for closer inspection. Luckily it's mostly empty so the strike itself is more dizzying than anything, but it makes her jump, a strangled scream coming from her maw as the satchel bitch-slaps her. Her head jerks to the left and her body jostles to an abrupt stop with wings flaring. Her hocks punch the ground as she sits back so far on her ass that her front whispers off the ground. The forward momentum remains in her, uncoiling with a deer-leap to her left and a partial, sloppy spin to avoid the bag even further, still at this point not fully understanding what all is occurring. It's all a fluid, constant motion driven by fear so overbearing that her heart rattles inside like a caged bird trying to break its wings.

Steady.

Ampere's right haunch twinges further while a red line shears the very top layer of her right shoulder and nape area. The cut is long, but shallow, the blood soon drying. "Fuck," she curses as Oxy whips past her, his horn just barely having touched her after she spun away. A fire screams in her right hip, her evasive maneuvers having jarred the tiring muscle even further. Her limp now makes her noticeably lame, and for that her blue eyes clap upon the boar diving into the sunset. Her gaze does not harden into something violent until she glances down to see his bag near her feet though.

"You shit dick!" she bellows after him, embarrassed by her reaction. She leans down to collect his man-purse as she pushes herself into an unsteady canter. As she runs after him, not very fast any more, she winds up her throw by dragging his bag along the ground, then thrusting up at the last moment in the hopes it'll strike his ass and perhaps make him buck, though with the sun in her eyes her aim is even worse.
All that dust and topsoil that the movement stirs up flicks into blue sparks along the way, collecting into a greater mass of throbbing electricity and finally morphing into a crackling wolf. Ampere sends it racing to snap at Oxy's right side, near his groin and his shitty dick, if she can manage it. As it goes right she passes on Oxy's left side, aiming to put distance between them and stay in motion.



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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
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#7
The heat is obstreperous and eats at your strength. You were managing despite the Sun God's wrath but forcing your body to canter was taxing. Your dirty hide is damp with a layer of perspiration, fluid and dried clay mixing to form mud. On your burned left side, the sweat runs into your sores, salty water stinging and demanding to be noticed. If there was wind the sweat might offer some relief but the air is as stagnant as a river without current. But even against the heat, you must keep going. Your warrior's heart demands nothing less than victory.

As you slow to a trot blood drips from your horns. Something must have gone right. The bag hit its mark or the bitch was slowed too much by her limp. Whatever the reason, for it's certainly not your speed, you've managed to succeed. However, rest is not in your future. Sounds of furious motion stir the winds behind you, threatening to wake the heavens.

You shit dick! Her voice grates against your ears but you offer only a grunt in response to her childish outburst. You want to say more, struggling to stay focused, as your drug deprived mind begins to wander. You physically shake off your desire to turn and berate the Blue for being an impassioned idiot. You respect her dedication- even her fighting skills are tolerable- but you can't get past her attack on your plants over a companion. Perhaps you're missing some irony, though. Isn't your drug fetish just as useless? Maybe you're not so different after all. Too bad you should have been paying attention to Ampere instead of letting your mind drift. You've wasted precious seconds. Ampere is upon you.

Used as a weapon against you, your drug bag slaps your ass, causing you mild panic. You buck out chaotically, instinctively reaching for whatever is behind you. Shame it's not the Blue. Your massive hooves hit air and leather, uselessly tossing your bag aside. You're left squinting in the sun and no better off for your wasted energy. You just ache. Your bucking aggravated your bruised left hip and if your left side was throbbing before, it's screaming now. Pain pulsates upwards, demanding attention. It's nothing compared to what will come.

From the corner of your eye you see it- a morphing ball of electricity that becomes a wolf and attacks you. Every nerve in your body screams 'run' but you're too large. No amount of coaxing can force your body into motion quickly enough. The beast crashes into your right side, silencing the pain on your left because the wolf commands your attention. Does it bite or electrocute? The end result is the same- unspeakable pain. The tender flesh of your groin and underbelly is left raw and charred, serous fluid and blood mixing together and oozing from open sores. Even your sheath is affected. You're lucky, perhaps to the Blue's vexation, that you don't fight with your dick hanging out. You'd have a rather personal wound to nurse if that was the case.

Your teeth grind against one another with ferocity, body shuddering as pain washes through you and the fire that fuels your rage is lit anew. Every desire you have to smash Ampere to pieces is redoubled but she runs off and you know you cannot keep up with her- even with her serious limp. You resolve to be smart, not reactive. Squinting against the sun, your brown eyes search for something to help you. If you weren't dealing with the beating pain you might have smirked as your eyes find their target.

“Hey bitch face!” You bellow through gritted teeth, pain evident in your voice as you try to catch Ampere's attention. An obvious limp on your right hind limb slows you as you move, every step causing another wave of pain. You fight against it and make towards the orb. As you draw near, you act as though to nose the thing away, actually having no intention of doing so. It's a ruse. You cannot chase Ampere down but perhaps she will come to you. You brace yourself, trying to keep an eye on her but the glare of the sun makes it difficult. Still, you think you detect motion and you don't have time to find out for sure. You rear.

If it is Ampere then you will try to use your height to reach over (what you assume will be) flailing wings and beat upon her back and vertebrae. Over and over you lash out, hatred fueling your vindictive attack. You flail until your limbs cannot support you, your electric burns begging for reprieve, and you fall back to the earth, hoping that you managed to hit the girl. You can't afford to waste energy.

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Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#8


A M P E R E


Victory tilts onto Ampere's face, something that appears otherwise tired and worn, as she breezes past Oxy. She contemplates tossing a kick towards him as she goes, but the pain that echoes through her with each stride is enough, no need to massacre her limb when her wolf was doing enough.
Oxy's sluggish attempt to evade nearly knocks him into Ampere, but even injured she's fast enough. Fool she thinks, condescendingly, as the distance is finally put between them. If she was as weighted as him she would never let her momentum burn out, but she is not, so Ampere takes the spectacle as an opportunity to rest.

With heaving sides and sweat-frothed flanks she eases her stride into a standstill, eyes blinking against the sun with irritation. She tosses her head, the motion throwing her mane against her neck while her body slowly turns, putting the sun at her back and Oxy before her. What she expects to find is the boar laying on the ground, weeping over the loss of his manhood, if that's even what it could still be considered for an imbecile like he, but Ampere is sorely disappointed.
With her wolf having long since fizzled out, there is no prize laying on the ground and not nearly enough tears. Instead, Oxy seems thoroughly intent on kicking her in the balls now, his taste for revenge only rivaled by his cowardice and stupidity. He will not face her, but instead drags her towards him, risking that which he bleeds for in this stupid game.

A shock spirals through Ampere as she takes in the pig's intent, each lumbering stride he takes towards the orb like an earthquake rattling the foundation of her soul.
Ampere cannot move fast enough.

A scream unlike any other tears its way from her maw, so loud and shrill it soon falls into silence. Her mouth is still wrenched wide and her eyes prick with salt, but though her body trembles and her lungs deflate, the world cannot properly express the tragedy she feels. Chaos ensues in her mind and in response her body shoots forward, her limp heavy as she runs but all attempts at saving it are forgotten. With each stride the cords of muscle unwind. Blood drips from the scarlet line on her neck. Bruises spread and stretch into the surrounding tissue.
Despite all of this Ampere charges forward, her body nothing more than something to expend if it will mean reaching the beating life in time.
Am I, am I losing my freedom? some part of her wonders quietly as she thunders down upon Oxy, the grass and ground her hooves maul being thrust up into lightning scales that spark and snarl as a blue dragon comes into shape behind her.
If I die, is that any better? Is my freedom worth no more than its? she asks, the space closing fast, the dragon weaving just at the tip of her tail, its mouth gaping wide.
Or is death its own freedom? In which case, should the orb die first? her mind seems to flutter with the thought while her body moves, an impossible machine, her one leg nearly useless now as she beard down upon Oxy, the silence scream finally ending as her teeth click shut in an attempt to rearrange his face.

No! Another part of her screams in that moment. WE WILL BOTH LIVE, WE WILL BOTH BE FREE!

The dragon rushes from behind her, its electric wings driving it up and over towards Oxy as he rears, towering above Ampere. She never slowed though, too busy focuses on arriving on time and not what to do upon arrival. She will likely barrel into him, hopefully knocking him off balance and probably clobbering her head and tweaking her neck in the mean time. For the moment though his action carries out, swift and cruel as his hooves slam down upon her, hitting against her coup instead of her back though, her speed likely throwing his aim. His hooves leave visible indents on her flesh and the hide rips free on the jagged nails, pouring like water off either side of her nicely curved ass which ends up slumping down to the earth from the force of impact. Her body slides, falls, tumbles like a train wreck beneath him.

She closes her eyes and hopes it's all worth it, that the momentum she carries will be enough to drive her and him away from the orb.

Stay free.



A: 4/4
D: 0/1
W 766/800


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#9
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. You have to constantly remind yourself to take in oxygen, to open your lungs, to let your ribs strain against your wounded sides, to exhale and let the carbon dioxide go. Even breathing is a chore when you're in a battle. It's a little unfair you have to devote brainpower to inhaling when you could be conjuring exciting new ways to torture the Blue into submission. Regardless, it seems as though Ampere has a mind to keep you from breathing anyway. The pure shock that comes from the sound of her scream stops your breath in its tracks. You have to admit you're growing more tired of her drama by the moment. Someone needs to tell the damn woman to shut up. Too bad you've thoroughly underestimated the girl's penchant for revenge. Oxy, meet a freight train.

It's funny how little time there is to think in a battle. It's even funnier how much time there is to think once you're falling. Honestly, you're not entirely sure what just happened. You reared, narrowly avoiding a bite from angry teeth that seemed to have forgotten their last swampy meal. Your hooves even hit flesh, a nice prize in the chaos. And then... well, it seems like something went majorly wrong because you're falling back to the ground and it's a rather uncomfortable feeling.

The Blue had smashed into you, her body once again molesting the endlessly sore burn wounds that cover far too much of you. It hurt. It still hurts. Your flesh protests at the reminder that it's torn open, protests that it should be beaten twice in the same location, protests that you have started such a vindictive fight. Will your body ever forgive you for the burns and bruises you've forced upon it? Doubtful. And for what? For the orb? You don't want the orb. You want Ampere to suffer. You want her to cringe and cry herself to sleep at night knowing that she failed. You want her to see you across a field and come alive in flashes of hateful blue sparks. You want nothing more than to know she's endured the pain of loss at your hooves. You want to get even.

And of the electric dragon? Perhaps you're lucky the Blue decided to barrel into you while you have an injured limb. Falling so awkwardly back to the earth, the girl's newest electric creation flies over your head, off to somewhere unknown, and you can only hope it doesn't turn back to reclaim its pound of flesh. Now, since you've apparently got all the time in the world to tumble down, you spend some of your time panicking. The whites of your eyes show wider than ever, all four hooves flailing at the air and ground (and perhaps catching Ampere if she is still close enough). You even have time for a comparatively mild scream of frustration before your body finally makes contact with the ground.

Dirt grinds into your wounds, making you bellow in anger a second time as new pain floods into your brain, forcing you to forget everything except making it through this moment. But even the ripping of flesh and introduction of earth into your open tissue does not last forever. The bruise and new bleeding you've managed to get from falling will last longer but it's nothing you won't be able to make it through. Your only salvation is a flash of blue that you think you see out of the corner of your eye, dragging you back to reality. You flail again, both hooves and head thrashing to as many places as you can manage to reach while still laying on your right side. It isn't really a good idea. It certainly grinds more dirt into your wounds, but you're so flustered by falling that you're actually a little confused about what to do.

Soon enough, though, you manage to find a piece of your brain. You end your thrashing spell and instead force your limbs to do something more useful. Rolling your large body up on top of them, you shove yourself upwards, clearly favoring your right hind limb as you finally make it back to standing. It must have gotten further damaged in the fall. You didn't notice it at the time. Taking a few deep breaths, you turn your head to try and find the only two things that remain on your mind- the orb and Ampere. And as you search, you wonder who will head home victorious. Will you snatch the thing from her hooves and carry it off into the sunset or will you be left behind in a cloud of dust, licking your wounds in a round of self-pity at your failure? It wouldn't be the first time.

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#10


A M P E R E


She is utterly caught beneath him, her own body fallen while his topples. She landed like a blue smear on the dirt, lying on her right side, her wings tucked tight to her body with some instinct to protect them. They did not break, but her right suffers with every second she lays upon it.
Luckily her mad dash shoved enough of her momentum against Oxy that he mostly falls away from her, but that does not stop the reach of his oafish limbs. They flail about, almost synchronized with his pathetic cry of indignation, like some idiotic dance he's accustomed to performing.
Never knew pigs could dance Ampere thinks, smug despite her current situation. She just can't help it, she truly can't.

The shit-eating grin of her thoughts is soon scattered however as pain reigns supreme in her consciousness. His movements jar against her, each wallop from one of his tree-trunk sized legs creating devastation in her muscles and tissues. Bruises smatter her left side as he strikes out blindly, nothing more than an overgrown turtle trying to right himself.

Eventually the barrage stops. A quiet kind of peace drifts over Ampere, the only sound she can hear is that of her heavy breathing. She revels in the serenity, content to stay on the ground and sleep until the pain subsides... but she knows that she cannot. The song of the moron has ended but he is still lurking about, and if she does not move now he will kill her or the orb, or worse, both.
With a pitiful groan Ampere stirs, each segment of her body feeling like lead as she tries to coordinate it into something useful. Her tail slaps furiously behind her, its hairs cracking like a whip on her hide. Meanwhile her eyes crackle a violent blue as she finds Oxy and watches him, grateful that he too at least seems as spent. She is not sure she has the energy left to fight him, much less to stand.

Her exhales act like a bellows, igniting the fire in her gut. That, coupled with the bite of her tail and the vision of the pig swimming before her is enough to spur her into a stand. She wavers, unsteady as she rises, traveling in a small circle even as her only goal is to remain motionless. She's wasted herself down to the bone - she can only hope he's done the same.
"Enough," she croaks out, some measure of finality seeping into the word, though she has little means with which to back it.
A moment passes then, Ampere staring him down. He does not need to know she is beat, all he needs to believe is that she is willing to continue.



A: 4/4
D: 1/1
W: 465/800

Great fight Sevin!


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#11
By my verdict: OXY is the winner!

OXY
Realism [+4]
I thought you did an excellent job with realism, both in terms of attacks and defenses. I loved the use of surroundings (using the sun, etc). You also made use of size advantages, and had realistic disadvantages associated with that. Using the bag as a distraction was a great idea (with hilarious consequences).

Emotion [+1]
Generally good emotion. I could feel his determination, and I particularly enjoyed the part in his third post where he starts to lose some of his focus. I really felt like there could have been a little more about his drug habits, as it’s such a huge part of his life. It didn’t really show up until the third post, which felt a bit late to me. I did, however, enjoy the bit about him wanting to see Ampere suffer. Try to incorporate a bit more of that fire!

Prose [+3]
“Oxy, meet a freight train.” This is wonderful. I laughed.
“…avoiding a bite from angry teeth that seemed to have forgotten their last swampy meal.” Also, this.
“…well, it seems like something went majorly wrong because you're falling back to the ground and it's a rather uncomfortable feeling.” And this.
Why did you wait until the fourth post to put in these lovely, hilarious little snarks? Overall, great prose, great style, very enjoyable. I recommend using those witty remarks earlier, though.

Readability [+3]
I very much enjoy the use of second person, as I feel it compliments Oxy really well. There weren’t many (if any) errors that I found.

Finally tally: 25 HP

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AMPERE
Realism [+4]
I thought that you did a wonderful job with realism, both in terms of attacks and defenses. I liked that you continually referenced things like the surroundings and used the environment to your advantage (dust storm, mentioning the dirt softening her landing) as well as noting the breed/build differences between the two and really using them in Ampere’s analysis of what to do next. For the most part you took damage really well, though I felt you took a bit too much damage from Oxy’s last attack – or at least were bleeding too much.

Emotion [+2]
Ampere’s emotions were a bit touch and go for me. On the one hand, her reactions to her injuries were realistic and that was great, but I really lost track of why she was fighting at times. The most emotion I felt for the first part of the fight regarding that issue was when she spoke – and, don’t get me wrong, when she spoke I definitely felt her passion! – but outside of that, I felt that her passion for her cause was a bit lacking. Her final attack post is where I really feel her fire. It really picked up at the end! I still would have liked to see that same passion earlier.

Prose [+3]
“Ampere decides against biting him for the duration of this fight.” Lol. THIS.
“Who knows, next he might fart on her and that she certainly could not endure.” AND THIS.
My only complaint is that I didn’t get more of this humor earlier.
I loved your prose and your style. I think you write Ampere really believably and stay very true to her character, and she’s really fun to read! I love the humor that you are able to incorporate, and I would love to have seen more of it.

Readability [+3]
Very easy to read with little to no mistakes. Generally very clear.

Finally tally: 14 HP


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