 His hit to Azzuen’s hind leg had been perfect, but there was no time to celebrate, as the wee stallion had now brought himself into the line of fire. Aurelius did not stop to see how the rest of the battle was going; there were bodies everywhere, clashing on the background of the setting sun. Allthough he did not think about it know, this would be one of the epic battles remembered; it would become lore and the story would be told over and over again. Aurelius fleetingly remembered similar stories from when the land he came from had been conquered by his ancestors. Those had been great warriors, not weak like his father had been. The fear that had been clutching his heart was pushed in the background, the adrenaline took over his consciousness and he acted on his instinct of survival alone.
Suddenly, something swept down from above and a pair of powerful talons grabbed a big chunk of his coarse, thick mane. He felt the tips of the claws reach his skin, scraping it raw without actually puncturing skin. He tossed his nape, feeling the stining in his skin as the creature went back up in air and his sights were on the griffon instantly. When Kali dived again, he dodged her barely, biting out at her figure in means of chasing her off. One second he was fighting the griffon, the next…
Darkness. A whimper of shock escaped him, halting in his tracks and shaking his head from side to side. All around him, he could still hear the clamor of battle, hear the shrieks and cries from friend and foe all around. Only, he could no longer see. He tried desperately to open his eyes, but was scared to move from his spot when he could not see. Suddenly, he was thrown to the ground with great force, the wind knocked out of the dwarven steed completely. At first he was numb, but then came the pain. Azzuen’s legs had hit him a little to the right, flinging him down on one side, gasping for air. He was sore and bruised, a scraping of fur stripped off to reaveal the pink, bleeding skin below. Fighting to get back up, he felt groggy with the headache that he had gotten from earlier, when he had rammed his opponents.
When he found his feet, he knew better than to stay in the same place, in case Azzuen should try the same trick again, so he set into a trot, still blind but trying to navigate by sound and smell. He limped, having strained a muscle in his loin, which made using his hindlegs painful. Clenching his teeth, he trotted on, and in his mad scramble he had turned around completely, heading for the group with TORASIN. Trying to think back on where he had been standing before going blind, he remembered passing the group earlier, and now he could smell Alan; and wasn’t that her voice, hissing something profane?
With his sights taken away, his other senses were strenghtened, but did he dare rely on them enough to charge? With complete disregard for his own safty, he scrambled into yet another gallop with his head down, hearing and smelling the body of TORASIN, a stranger stallion, right in front of him. Without knowing, he had aimed for the leftside frontleg, right around the knee. He continued on, throwing up his hindlegs in case anyone should care to bite at him, yet feeling a shot of pain drive through him from his injured muscle. Then, shapes and shadows started dancing in his view; the light was returning.
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[Defense: Is scraped by Kali’s claws, but avoids her the second time. Is blinded by Azzuen’s magic and struck by his charge, knocked to the ground. He has got a bruise and a bleeding scrape, along with a strained muscle in the loin that will gradually make it harder moving.
Attack: In his scramble for his feet, he has turned 90⁰ and smells and hears Torasin moving, charging him blindly in a gallop, aiming unknowingly for Torasins left side front legs. After this, he keeps running and bucks, in case someone should lash out at him. Slowly, his vision returns.] |
Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath
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He didn't have time to reflect over whether or not the attacks landed where they should. As he moved to the side of KORRA Lace felt a searing sting in his thigh as something scraped by. The stallion winced and felt how warm blood began to trickle down the skin, unable to spare time enough to look at the injury inflicted by ARABELLA, but guessing it was rather shallow. The relief that washed over him was only temporary though. Almost immediately after the first attack a second one came, in the form of a swiftly approaching unicorn with the head lowered and fully intent on crashing into the rearing stallion. Lace saw AURELIUS coming but didn't have time to react, his teeth still snapping at the antlered mare and all the weight placed on both hind legs to keep him upright.
The impact of the ram was tremendous and hit the soldier right above the haunch, with a force that pushed him to the side and out of balance. He screamed in pain as he felt the bone within the leg snap, the impact as the forefeet returned to the ground enough to send a jolt of agony through his broken leg. The sting from the scrape was drowned in the torrent of torment, he could feel the edges of the bone-pipes scrape against each other within the bruised flesh.
Fajira felt his pain and screamed furiously from her location above the battlefield, only too eager to dive into the fray and get back at the horned one who dared to hurt her other half. Her pale form darted down towards the mass of fighting bodies, breathing in deeply before letting out a swirling torrent of crimson flames. They seared the air around, aiming for the rump of the fleeing AURELIUS and anyone who dared try to approach Lace.
He was grateful for the brief respite she was able to give him. Battling against shock, the stallion began to limp his way out of the worst of the chaos and towards the back of the invading forces, relying on Fajira to cover his back with her flames. Every movement was sheer pain, but in the midst of it all his mind tried to piece together the logic of what had happened. His leg had broken. Snapped clean off.. It was unlikely for something like that to happen, goats shouldn't be able to amass that kind of force even with a running start.
T'was no goat, but horse Fajira corrected with unusually soft voice. Well, but.. but alright, that made more sense. Larger, faster, and hit in an unlucky place. If he hadn't reared just then, if he'd been able to move away, change the place of impact just a little...
Focus! Still in battle!
His attention was snapped back to reality. A brutal reality, where he had become an easy target for anyone who noticed that the silver stallion was unable to defend himself properly. Lace gritted his teeth against the agony and found a small hole in the battlefield, where no one seemed to be heading right away. There he would wait, prepared to meet whatever fate the Gods saw fit to throw at him.
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Was scraped over the thigh by Arabella. Aurelius ram landed between the hock and the knee and broke his bone. Fajira attempts to hit Aurelius rump with her flames, and attacks anyone who aims toward Lace. They move back through the army, before halting and waiting for anyone to attack.]
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Arabella barely had enough time to notice the injury she had inflicted upon Lace before she herself was attacked. Taken by surprise, the spotted mare fell to the ground in a twist of legs as ARCHIBALD, the tall, onyx Shire horse crashed into her with his powerful body. She winced in pain, her left shoulder had gone numb with the impact, and it felt like she had strained one of the muscles in her leg. Stunned, she sat there for a second, taking in what had just happened to her, and staring up at the sheer size of ARCHIBALD who practically dwarfed her. Realizing that the beast could probably crush her like an annoying insect while she laid there, the mare scrambled to her feet.
This is so unfair! she was angry that a horse this size would pick on a smaller, weaker one, even though it completely made sense. With fury rushing through her she threw herself at ARCHIBALD, thrashing her head back and forth, hoping to slash his neck with her horn. Arabella spun round and as she retreated, tried to kick at ARCHIBALD’s knee.
[Arabella is knocked over by Archibald's attack. When Arabella gets up she runs at him and tries to slice Archibald's neck with her horn. As Arabella turns to try and get away, she aims a kick at Archibald's knee]
Korra thrilling to think, poor child of sin - it was the dead who groaned within
It would seem the little one had brought his sitters. The savage was enraged as the young one managed to escape her charge, almost too easily for the situation it would seem, leaving nothing but a scrape on his side from her knife-sharp antlers. There was not much time for planning her next attack, as she was suddenly charged from all sides. The colt had snapped out at her and reached nothing but a mouthful of air, for just then she had thrown her head backwards to the one approaching from behind. Her small lobes were pressed flat down her neck, the giant figure of the dragon-steed well upon her. Eat this. As Vikrams teeth closed in on the back of her neck, she had thrown her head back, feeding him a mouthful of her antlers instead of the soft skin that he had aimed for. Just because he was larger, he did not intimidate her; she veered to the righthand side in the last moment as he came charging, but did not avoid fully and was knocked off of her balance.
With a struggle, she remained afoot, and now there was a steel-colored stallion to come charging. Vikram had bruised her left hindleg, it felt a little stiff, so she was thankful that she had moved out of the way a bit when hooves came flying at her. He hit her full force and the wildling felt her ribs give in slightly to the weight of the attack. Once again she was sent stumbling, but with the great balance of a seasoned warrior, she stayed afoot. When the stallion reared up to attack her again, the little Aurelius rammed the legs out from under him and Korra knew it was time to bolt. So she did. The bruised rib made her short of breath, but her instinct told her to keep moving, adrenaline somewhat numbing the pain. The wildling had been fortunate enough to get out of the cluster that she had been caught up in moments earlier, spotting ALAN as she was being attacked by MASKAN and KIARA.
Coming up behind the roan KIARA, Korra slashed at the mares buttocks with her antlers, swiping her head from left to right as she was still running. Pressing upon the shorter mare, the wildling bit out to grab a lump of flesh from the mares croup, kicking her front legs hoping to catch a buck if it should come. Under the setting sun, the wailing and smell of blood seemed to engulf the Edge, and Korra felt a deadly smirk crawl upon her face. The battlefield was what she lived for, and on the battlefield she would draw her last breath. But not today.
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[Defense: Aarons bite missed because she threw her head back at Vikrams teeth and veered to the right side, but was knocked off her balance and bruised her left hindleg as Vikram ran into her. Lace his her side full force and she barely kept on her feet, causing a bruised rib, making her short of breath. Then, she ran off to the group with Torasin and Alan.
Attack: Slashing her antlers at Kiaras buttocks, then rearing up with kicking frontlegs, aiming a hard bite at Kiaras croup.]
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Victory!
Descaro briefly celebrated as he hit the femme squarely, feeling the weight of his body over power her frailty. This seemed too easy as his horn was near to striking true, a murderous stare following after. His elation was brief however as a spark sprung a pair of fiery wings to life. The bay screamed and danced sideways, the whites of his eyes shying away from the red hot flickers only to lose himself in the fear of the flame. Her movements may of been slow but to Descaro the bearded TARES got up far too quickly, his mind still reeling from the revelation of her wings. Like two thrown daggers her rear hooves flicked out towards his flank, they lacked decent power which allowed him to rather amble out of the way. The next attack came from above; a scream ripped through his maw for the second time as he fumbled straight into the claws of the femme's wild companion. ARBUTUS is accurate as his claws pierce the thick flesh of Descaro, blood covered the bulk of his neck as gashes formed and oozed.
Red mixed with white in a swirl of blood and sweat, the Conscript puffed through large nostrils and flicked the froth from his mouth. Shit. He had to hand it to the girl and her mythical friend, they had got him. The pain was harsh. What TARES lacked in fighting conviction was easily made up by her brash bonded. Descaro gritted his teeth together and swallowed, he had been careless and misjudged them. Determination lined his face as he was about to advance forwards but it seemed the onslaught of attacks hadn't come to an end. In the fray of battle it seemed little TARES had disappeared into the sky, flames holding her steady and clear of the battlefield. He snorted and felt like shouting something, a taunt maybe. That was unnecessary however as what looked like a fireball cascaded from the sky. It's that fucking bird again!
Curses aside Descaro moved swiftly into a rear, eyes wild with ears snapped back in defiance. The timing of the rear was enough to dodge a bite to the jugular but the flames were harder to dance away from. ARBUTUS and his fiery body catch the bottom half of his breast and sear their way down his forearm, earning an agonizing cry from the receiver. Move idiot. You have to move!
He was useless against airborne attacks, with no magical ability to help him his attacks were always ground based. As much as he wanted to bring the bitch and her annoying bird down the mahogany steed was at a great disadvantage. Although luck seemed to smile on him as the obsidian femme came to him instead, wings burning and hooves intent to injure his back. Descaro cursed and shifted his weight onto his front, taking a sharp intake of breath as the burn seared in violent protest over the movement. The soldier battled on and remembered what he told himself the first time he attacked. Commit yourself.
Descaro flicked his rump upwards and bucked at the oncoming hooves of TARES, crying out as her wings graced his hind with flaming kisses. Damn it! Hoping that one of his two hooves had reached her underbelly, Descaro cast his eyes upon the battlefield. Oculars narrowed in on his target as he attempted to charged off in FAELENE'S direction. Horn lowered and aimed for the grounded pegasus LEANDER, hoping his timing was right to pierce his barrel. This was going to be hard as his eyes began to fail on him, the blood loss blurring his keen vision.
[w/c: 610
Defence :: Descaro rather stumbles out of the way of Tares' buck but falls right into the claws of Arbutus. He suffers multiple claw wounds to his neck and quite a bit of blood loss.
He's left disorientated which allows him to miss Tares' escape to the sky and a rather shabbily put together rear to block her phoenix attack. The height he gains in the rear allows him to block the bite but suffers burns to his lower breast area and into his left forearm.
Attack :: In response to Tares' airborne move aimed for his back, Descaro kicks out into the air. Taking burns to his rear end but also hoping his hooves do some damage to Tares' underbelly.
Descaro then attempts to move away from the pair and charges for Leander, aiming his horn for the pegasus' barrel. His vision is obscured from blood loss.]
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 7 HP: 72.5 | Buff: NUMB |
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He was calm, composed, and chilling, despite the travesties that unraveled before and around him. The murky, haunting cries of the battlefield didn’t torment him, didn’t unnerve him, didn’t touch the cool, callous contortions of his brutality. He was too immersed in the wicked, savage candor of this heinous tribulation, these merciless doldrums, to even polish a sentiment for another flayed body or fleeing soul. Instead, he remained the unreadable, the stoic, the nonchalant, the deadly, nefarious ghost whispering war drums over the vivid plains. Collected and insouciant, the empty vessel, the heartless blackguard, felt the grind of his sword hit against his combatant, the hardened kick launched upon the other’s hide – then prepared himself for an oncoming onslaught. His chosen enemy seemed weakened, haggard, sluggish along the Edge’s crisp, solidified grounds, and perhaps, had Deimos been more given time to reflect, he would have relished in the gift his curse had proffered, in the pulsing, maddening distortions of his puissant enchantments. Instead, he felt the hooves of MADYRN lash out at his hind, sharp and poignant along the arch of his left hip.
The pain was a dull, muted ache. He gave no heed to its diligent warnings, and continued onward, a cruel, predacious monster intent on capturing his prey. When MADYRN trotted away, the ravenous beast marched afterward, stalking, maneuvering with the meticulous, graceful ease of a wolfish heathen, pursuing, hunting, hounding. His movements were swift, rapacious, and he launched with a feverish, blinding fury. His sword, brilliantly sharp and lustrous, tipped towards the foe, to puncture, to lacerate, to devastate and cripple the slow-moving equine. He attempted to pierce MADYRN’S left hind leg, aiming towards the hock or stifle in a long, swinging arch. Thereafter, he moved forward once more, gaining momentum against the rocky ground, and endeavored to ram his own shoulder into MADYRN’S left side again.
[311 words. Deimos feels the hit of MADYRN’S kick along his left hip (upwards, towards the rump). Ignoring the twinge of pain, he follows after MADYRN, lowering his horn to slice against MADYRN’S left hind leg, in one swing. Afterwards, he gains momentum and aims to ram his body into MADYRN’S left side.]
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Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
| Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
The battlefield was a thunderous din, and if she’d been allotted time and space to delve into the facets of this evil, wicked bedlam, she would have been frozen, rooted to the spot, disgraced by her own actions. But she too was engrossed, absorbed, and buried within the walls of the Edge’s cacophony, war cries, and emblems. Sanctuary and tranquility had been forgotten, thrown to the chorus of villains assembled amongst their darkening hallways and parlors. She neglected her presentiments, the forbidding, foreboding shades that hovered over her eyes and whispered of her cruel, damning exploits. Alas, in the heady throng, she contorted and clung to the armaments, the sieges, and the violence just as much as her other brethren, defending what was threatened, simmering and boiling along her corrupted blood.
The quick, bestial intensity caught her off guard for one fragile moment, and she paid for it as an ebon and ivory mare, RISHIMA, rammed into her already injured left shoulder. She fumbled for the ground, knees claiming a portion of soot, dust and ash while her eyes blurred, the pain an overwhelming bounty of lacerations and contusions. She ducked to avoid the mare’s gnashing teeth, felt the dentals grant more aching portions to her nape. Lena’s mouth offered a shaky breath, the exhalation quivering and quavering from her lungs, AZZUEN’S mass, legs akimbo and swinging, was missed entirely – her form was too busy toiling in the eaves of soil. And despite the throbbing, the stinging, and the cumbersome, heavy torture, she rose again. The time for weakness was over. She would persevere, overcome and ruin.
Her body uncurled and unfurled from the expanse of land toiling beneath her limbs, sinuous and serpentine. Adapting her own savage severity, her gaze landed upon the rearing body of RISHIMA, threatening to tower over her, intimidate her, brandish her a weakened, perishable youth, lost to the wreckage of flesh and terrain. Fueled by a distant heartlessness, Lena swung her horn towards RISHIMA’S exposed belly, ducking to avoid striking forelimbs. She swerved away soon after, but didn’t allot herself enough time to keep away from RISHIMA’S turning hind limbs. She felt the force, the gasp, the slight bruising idle her left haunch, but gave chase towards the other mare. Subdue, torment, and terrorize a creature that had been born from such an existence? Nay – the lithe, nimble Lena, once a swan and now a beast, drove against the terrain, aiming to use her sword again, thrusting it along the right side of RISHIMA’S lower neck and chest. Harassment wouldn’t swing her newfound, callous ardor; only the victory of their herd could render the mercilessness torn and asunder.
[444 words. RISHIMA’S attacks pummel dear Lena – first, she is rammed into her already cut left shoulder. She goes down to her knees, barely ducking the scrape of RISHIMA’S teeth, but still manages to feel them slide against her neck. Luckily, this causes her to avoid AZZUEN’S attack as he flies overhead. She gets back up, and while RISHIMA rears, Lena aims to cut her exposed belly. RISHIMA’S kicking hind legs graze Lena’s left haunch. In return, Lena uses her horn again to thrust against RISHIMA’S right hand side of her lower neck and chest.]
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Torasin felt a keen satisfaction as his hooves found their way into the bay vermin's barrel, her grunt further proof his attack had been successful. Kiba was air bound still after escaping the flying buck, blood dripping from his claws. They were not alone however, another sound of hooves hitting flesh and bone reached his ears as KIARA made her first blow on their adversary. He gave the mare a short nod of thanks though didn't really know the femme but he would find her again one day to thank her properly. That's if they survived this sorry battle. The paint didn't have long to mull over it however, ALAN was now baring her horn down on him. She had recovered better than Torasin had expected and the surprise left him paralysed. He watched as her horn neared it's target, flinching as he prepared to die.
A fumble of hooves stole the moment and a flash of brown obscured his vision. MASKAN and Kiba. The Foothills Warrior twin of Madryn and brother to Mirage was attempting to bowl over the viscous Edge mare, meanwhile Kiba's sharp claws nipped into the left elbow of his bonded. The small pain caused Torasin to launch into the air with front hooves lashing at the sky. If MASKAN'S attack failed, ALAN'S horn would surely pierce the left tendon of the painted gentleman. Kiba trilled in urgency and Torasin tightened his nerve. His frozen terror had almost cost the brown his life, Torasin's inability to become a fighter and protect others left a sickening feeling of guilt inside him. Emerald oculars narrowed in determination as he used the guilt to spur himself on. I am not useless! I WILL protect those I love.
Resolve clutched in a vice grip, Torasin bolted forward to block ALAN'S escape to the left. Throwing the bulk of his body towards her, acting as a barrier in attempt to push her towards KIARA and MASKAN. Surrounding the mare with his two other comrades, hoping the sheer force in numbers would have her down and out. His eyes were laced with slight worry after hearing KIARA'S outburst, begging silently for her not to do anything rash.
Smack!
Torasin let out a blood curling scream as AURELIUS rams into his left leg, feeling his knee shift in an unnatural way. Heat rushed to the injured area as he stumbled to the side, barely missing the random buck from the little brute. He felt the urge to be sick, the pain searing through his body and his eyes glazing over. No. Kee- Keep Going! Stand up and fight! His inward encouragement to himself was amplified by Kiba's deafening scream.
Honourable and heroic words maybe but the fact still remained that Torasin was unable to walk properly. His attacks would have to be close range. The paint gritted his teeth and shouted upwards at Kiba. "Trap him." Kiba trilled in confirmation and flew at speed after the little AURELIUS. The eager dragon, hoping his speed matched that of the ram horned pony, swooped down in front of him and screeched loudly. Meanwhile, Torasin had made a painful trot behind them and hoped to cage AURELIUS between him and Kiba. As he moved he swung his left leg to the outside, to lessen the pain by not bending it. The brown allowed a little fire to be seen from his mouth, not letting it loose, hoping to drive the pony back towards Torasin.
If the paint could only fight close range, he'd need this chap to play along. Their plan was simple, Torasin hoped the threat of being turned into ash would be enough for AURELIUS to run back towards him. The next part was tricky and didn't hold a high success rate. In fact, the whole plan was silly but it was all Torasin had at the moment.
He let an almost idle thought run through his mind, knowing full well Kiba could hear it.
If he isn't a good boy, fry him.
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Defence :: Kiba scrapes Torasin's left elbow to cause him to rear, if Maskan's attack isn't successful on Alan then Alan's horn will pierce Torasin's left tendon.
Attack :: Torasin rushes to the aid of Kiara and Maskan. Should Alan be on the ground then Torasin is simply standing in her way to the left. Should Alan still be standing then Torasin barges his own body into her left side. All of this is hoping to trap her between himself, Kiara and Maskan.
Aurelius' attack hits him perfectly from the left side giving Torasin a knee injury (explained below) which restricts his movements. Torasin and Kiba attempt to cage Aurelius between them, Kiba trying to scare him with fire and Torasin hoping he will run back towards him.
Injury Sustained :: Bone fracture to the left knee. Making it painful to walk on and causing Torasin to move wide to avoid bending it.]
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[Sorry, got to post this because time is running out. I imagine Monster falls to the ground in some way or another, I leave it up to Time to decide what part Archibald takes in Monster’s fall]
Pain of impact. Colors swirled as the beast toppled over. His shoulder, head and back hurt. He could taste the grass, the mud and even the stale smell of blood caught his attention. The pet screamed, a sound somewhere between a howl and a husky whinny, he screamed because of the pain - but not his own, no… his master’s pain. The only thing the Monster wanted was to aid him. Get to him. Why, why had this thing to be in the way? His black rope tangled around his right front leg and as he fell he heard the tearing of it. The loose end was ripped off from the hoop leaving the pet with a rope collar robbed of its leash. An unexpected jolt of pain came from the tearing of the rope - as if it was a part of the Monster’s body that was severed. He screamed again… out of anger and agony.
Then the beast scrambled to his feet, eyes ablaze and muzzle twisted in a snarl. He didn’t care for this black mammoth, not even enough to attack him wholeheartedly. The Monster just wanted to get to his master. Master… The memory from just a few seconds ago flashed though the beasts vacant mind… Mauja’s alabaster body being eaten by orange flames. Between the closely packed bodies of fighting horses the pet found what he was looking for and whirled around on one of his hind legs.
With a loud snort the Monster heaved forwards, black head tucked to his chest, ears pinned back to his skull and what was left of the rope dancing around his neck. If the equine didn’t move, that was his funeral. Sleek hooves tore the grass from the ground as they searched for grip, then he raced by ARCHIBALD not caring if his horn pierced though black hide or not.
He went straight for his master, but something got in the way. Black and white bodies obscured his vision of Mauja and the Monster growled in annoyance. His mind painted a picture of the two unicorns exploding, but he had no magic to make that happen. Beside one of them was a herdmate. So instead the beast pushed his slender body between the two of them hoping to shove them aside so that he could reach Mauja. He was deeply surprised though when a sharp bite landed at the base of his neck, near his withers. A faint pain shot though him, but his mind didn’t linger on it. Instead he threw his obsidian body into PALADIN who was the one who had bitten him.
The beast pointed his horn towards the black dun’s face and nickered his head up and down, trying to carve out his eyes or cut open his muzzle.
Around the furious beast blood was spilled, screams echoed, hard hooves met living flesh creating stomach turning noises, bones even broke. Had he had half a brain the pet may have gazed over it all and wondered what it was for. Why crimson blood had to flow over the now muddy ground, why limbs had to break, why painful blows had to be dealt. But the Monster was no philosopher, he lacked the intellect for that.
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[He possibly crashes into Archibald and stoops over or he is tripped somehow. Then he gets up and sees Mauja. Points his horn towards Archibald if he is in the way and then he runs in between Delinne and Paladin. Paladin's bite lands on Monster and he shoves his body towards Paladin slashing with his horn towards Paladin's face]
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Ricochet
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With an earnest disgust Ricochet spat out what bits of hide and hair his teeth had pulled from the ugly unicorn's nape. He used his tongue to press the filthy grime out, hoping no strand of mane would stick in his teeth and try to floss for him. Hooves grappled the grassy terrain easily, body humming down to a slower pace as Ricochet's teal eyes flashed, watching LUCIOUS' movements as the bull turned and headed for him.
Moving nimbly at a trot Ricochet recoiled on his haunches just as the lumbering giant somehow defied gravity and got all his bulk into a rear, an impressive feat as any, Ricochet was certain. The flailing hooves whistled only through air as the dunskin's speed easily cast him out of reach, body spinning about to the left which ultimately saved his arrogant and taunting self from being scraped by the tips of the pathetic horns as LUCIOUS gave a final attempt and lunged forward, likely too tired of holding his oafish girth upright.
However, focused as he was and with the mist a constant veil, Ricochet did not notice the approach of LLOYD on his left. Hooves struck out like a snake bite as they clattered against Ricochet's left forearm, the black brute's aim redistributed as Ricochet had continued to weave a reversing spiral around the other brother. The force of the blow rattled through the dun stud and even upset his balance for a second. The struck flesh was already tightening with a swell as the tissues locked within inflamed and bled into a massive bruise. Luckily it had hit in the thicker region of his limb, still above the knee, so although painful and ugly to look at, it ultimately would not slow him down much.
With a snarl Ricochet lashed out with his teeth at LLOYD'S neck, hoping to snatch some skin before the hulking best turned. Teal eyes rolled in white as the dunskin shot forward, purposefully barreling in LUSCIOUS' direction while simultaneously trying to avoid the rising hind feet of LLOYD. A black and white blur streaked in then as GUNS careened through the mist. Silent as an owl on the hunt the dog appeared before LLOYD, lips peeled back to set his sharp teeth snapping in quick fire at the stallion's dropped head, but paws light as the dog was mindful of those horns. Just as quick as he came in the canine shot back out, mist swirling about the region he'd exited.
Meanwhile the rear hooves of LLOYD just barely clipped Ricochet's haunch, leaving little more than a dirt mark. The pegasus, MIDAS descended then and with a final, half-hearted buck at LUSCIOUS' side as Ricochet ran on past, perhaps even luring the pair of bulls to give chase, Ricochet took off towards the fray between PALADIN and NED.
[473 words :: companion use :: summary- dodged Lucious rearing hoof strike and horn lunge through his greater speed (speed buff) and agility of breed. Was sort of winding in a counterclockwise circle when evading Lucious and was struck by Lloyd's rearing hooves on his left forearm which swelled and bruised a good amount. Nipped at Lloyd's neck and shot forward to ram into Lucious when dodging Lloyd's buck. Companion dog, Guns, darted in to bite at Lloyd's head while it was dropped for the buck and shot back out. Ricochet carelessly bucked at Lucious' side as he left and headed for Paladin and Ned.]
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Up in the air again Jaydan scours the battlefield as he circles above it. Most notably his eyes catch sight of Azzuen diving and twisting amidst a short unicorn and Kri equally plummeting to fight alongside a different short unicorn. Jaydan casts his gaze about for a short unicorn of his own, but they all seem taken.
It's then that he sees the familiar pattern of Midas flying in a flurry amongst some black giants and a pale equine. They seem to have it well handled, but not a few strides out a dark equine, MADYRN is being pursued by a blue-tipped horn, DEIMOS. With little hesitation Jaydan shoots forward with a great surge of his wings, his body soon arrowing down to the pair, coming up from behind them both. With a battle-crazed grin splattered on his maw Jaydan tucks his wings against his sides and dives like a bullet at DEIMOS' haunches, coming mostly from above but a bit to the left. He hopes the force of his blow will knock the stallion off balance before he can plunge his horn into MADYRN'S side, as the jay pegasus is flying at such breakneck speed he ultimately cannot pull himself from the descent.
Although successfully striking DEIMOS would provide more cushion, either way Jaydan rolls in a sickening number of turns against the ground before finally halting. His wings have feathers sticking every which direction, though miraculously the appendages themselves still function, if a bit sore. Instead red scraped run along Jaydan's right side where he'd first struck the ground, but they were really surface wounds. Limping on his already sore right foreleg, the rest of him aches with a myriad of fresh bruises. His face has swollen on the right side, shutting on his vision in that eye.
Feebly he stretches his wings and gathers the air under him as pushes off with his haunches and left foreleg. The mist swirls and his wings tug at the air, but he does not lift yet. With a deafening bellow coming from his gut Jaydan propels himself on his kicking haunches with wings keeping his battered forehand off the ground, aiming to swerve into the air just before reaching DEIMOS and lashing out with his hind hooves at the unicorn's face as he does so.
[385 words :: summary- slams at Deimos' left hind side at such force Jaydan is tossed to the ground as well, swelling up face and cutting his right shoulder. He runs at Deimos on his haunches, wings keeping his forehand up, and hopes to rise into the air at the last second and buck out at Deimos' head from the sky]
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Archibald threw his head in triumph as his shoulder collided with the mare. He watched her fall to the ground, immobilized, and mentally grinned, ready to stomp her. Archibald tightened his muscles and lowered his center of gravity, back legs bending to hold his massive weight and prepare for his front hooves to lift off the ground and thrash at ARABELLA. The beast's ears still pinned back against his neck and his neck arched. In a slow motion view Archibald must have looked like a war horse statue. Rock hard, trained muscles bunched underneath his black epidermis.
In the split second it took for Archibald's brain to process his attack his body was slammed to the side and moved in a half circle. With his four hooves still firmly planted he kept standing but was knocked several tail lengths to the side. Pain split through his hip joint. The behemoth staggered to catch his balance once more. With ARABELLA at his back now Archibald growled at the fact she got up and ran away. Her horn thrashed only air, missing Archibald's neck as he spun from the impact of MONSTER.
Snorting now Archibald lunged forward towards Monster as the unicorn took to his hooves and thrashed blindly. Archibald straightened his neck parallel to the ground, below Monster's horn. The behemoth opened his mouth and shot his body forward more, teeth set to clamp down on the sensitive skin of the front of MONSTER's neck. Concurrently Archibald struck the ground with his hooves, sending out seismic waves. Archibald hoped to knock MONSTER off balance, but he had little control over how far his magic spread. The intensity would probably shake the ground under the mass of horses around him, making the footing and balance challenging. Archibald grunted as MONSTER's chin knocked his crest.
[Archibald is knocked to the side and in a half circle motion by MONSTER. This causes ARABELLA'S horn attack to hit nothing but air. Archibald's hip hurts and the impact will cause a limp. Archibald lunged forward and lowered his head to bite at the front of MONSTER's neck. Archibald also used his magic to send out tremors underneath MONSTER and probably AARON, KIARA, ARABELLA, and MADRYN(if I have read the battle map correctly). | Word Count: 304 | Magic: 1/2]
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 19 hh :: 9 years Buff: NOVICE |
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He was not so intent on burying his teeth into another flesh that he was not aware of the lithe, dancing figures around him. It did help that he stood head and shoulders around most who stood nearby, including the antlered unicorn he was charging up on. His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of silver hide racing up on the mare's other side, while it was hard not to notice the young painted stud earning new hues on his coat before her.
It was not difficult for the hybrid stud to come to a snap decision to abort his bite on the assessment that his sheer mass moving through would be sufficient distraction now that another was coming in to attack. Lucky that, for even as he lifted his head up in the space of time it took him to take one stride... she lashed out as he'd somewhat expected her to. Those antlers were tossed back, and Vikram threw his head up rapidy to avoid getting a face full of tines. She swayed away from him even then, a brief second's movement as he took another half stride. There was no question of stopping, he'd never be able to fling himself into a halt or away from her wide-spreading antlers. He was too big, had too much mass, to do any such thing, especially at the rate of speed he was going. But his size did have its advantages, combined with the scaling that begun upon his breast. Her antlers now were conveniently at chest height, even with their sharp points pointed back at him. There was a sharp clatter just before the thump of their bodies colliding shoulder to shoulder, antlers rattling against bronzen scales and finding no purchase. At least, almost none. There was more than just the dim ache of bruising on his shoulder, for a few tines had slid past scales to pierce his skin before the force of impact knocked her away.
Sharp stings accompanied the small trickles of blood that darkened his copper bay coat as he charged onward, barely slowed by his collision with KORRA, though he did make one last pass of aggression as he strode onward. His spur-tipped tail swung at her side as he passed her, his superior height lending the appendage's passage a direct route to slashing the mare's side should she have lingered near enough, long enough.
But the mare held his attention not a moment longer, for his gaze moved onward, forward, seeking someone else to strike against. Golden eyes fell upon familiar figures ahead, facing against other figures of heights nearly reaching his own. Something akin to enthusiasm arose anew in the DragonSon's heart, and he angled past other combatants that he either knew or dimly recognized, yet ignored. He couldn't pass by the opportunity to even the playing field for another ally. But things were resolved almost before he got there, And he decided instead to be distraction instead of closing, careening toward and past LLOYD and LUCIUS, lashing his tail at them as he went. Perhaps he'd get lucky and land a passing slash upon them.
Over the clamor of battle he heard the distinctive trilling of Akaith. A warning, loud enough to reach his ears and easily enough for the great steed to interpret. He veered away from potential foes, seeking space. Another stride and his wings were flung wide and up. Another and a sure, hard beat of his wings and he was aloft, each beat of his wings heavy but hungry for altitude. Then he banked, turning about to approach the battle anew from the outskirts. Anxious eyes sought out the gleam of gold, found it at the far end of a field of battle, above two solitary fighters. One of whom was Mirage. Ears swept forward and back, and he strained for speed.
Onward. Leaving the furor of battle in his wake, and bringing with him his own version of battle fury. A bellowing roar ripped from him, anger rising to the fore to see his beloved being attacked. Never mind her protestations of being able to defend herself. He would never, ever be able to stand aside to watch her get hurt. And he wasn't going to let now be an exception. Just strides out he dropped to the ground, wings snapping shut awkwardly as he charged forward. His intent was to slam broadside into the offending stallion CINEVIAM, knock him down and trample him. Anything, so long as it took attention from Mirage and put it square upon himself instead.
[768 words (holy crap).
Defense: Throws his head up to avoid Korra's antlers, gets pierced a few times on chest/shoulder before collision and passing through.
Attack: Lashes tail at Korra as he passes her. Charges at Lloyd and Lucius with intent to charge past them as distraction. Lashes tail at them as he goes by. Flies over the field and drops down to charge and potentially bodyslam Cineviam.
Went way over limit or would have had another attack on someone else. Oh well.]
09-26-2012, 08:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-26-2012, 09:19 PM by Tamme.)
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Theatricality and deception are powerful agents.
You must become more than just a man
in the mind of your opponent
But he had slayed the dragon – in a sense.
There was a moment when he thought he would have to fight not one, but two of the fire breathing reptiles. MIRAGE had stepped further away from him and he was trying to dissect what attack she was preparing by her movements. Wings flared out, teeth flashed, by the time she waved her tail all about he knew it had to be a distraction. Either that or she was doing the hokey pokey.
It’s risky he thought, diving into the cloud of dust she created and attempt to injure the closest wing – take flight out of the equation. The soot-stained stallion was far out of his comfort zone by fighting the golden dragon, any advantage he could take away from MIRAGE and put them on a more even playing field would be worth it.
A thought was as far as he got.
Fear sizzled along his spine as a loud warning call from her bonded brought his crimson gaze heavenward. But distressed as Cineviam was he also got very angry. Was this waste of movement and energy really to summon Akaith? As high as he believed his threshold for fire was, he had reached his limit this year and didn’t appreciate that he would have to deal with two dragons.
Until Akaith descended, he couldn’t do anything about her. While he did try to keep an ear strained for a sneaky dive or a roar of fire, he refocussed on MIRAGE. He was surprised to find a swarthy mare standing in the place of the golden beast. Stunned furthermore to realize that he recognized her as the same black mare that had the nerve to show up when the Sun God was burning down there home. She only had more friends this time.
At least there was one less dragon on the battlefield.
MIRAGE started to dance and Cineviam is calm and collected (expressionless and unrevealing—for he refused to fritter strategy with telltale signs of emotion). Let her foolishly continue to spend her energy in excess. First to distract him from her transformation with all that movement, then the effort to actually shift from one form to the other, and now she wastes it with her pointless dancing. All the while he was been resting, letting his right leg recover further and only wasting brainpower. He tried not to underestimate her in this form, she does have a large following and powerful abilities but she was making it hard.
Finally the suspension of the fight had been lifted; someone hit the play button and MIRAGE launched herself at his rump. Right hind hoof crossed in front of his left – not once but twice – it wasn’t enough to swing his haunches completely out of the way. The fact that it’s moving away from her –unlike before – reduces some of the blow. Pain blossoms where her teeth pinch skin and fat on the top near his spine. He pauses in his stride but he notices that MIRAGE doesn’t immediately move away. Pinning his ears he reverses direction and decides to teach her a lesson about lingering too long in an equines kicking zone. Once his rear end is almost beneath her chin he throws his weight to his front legs, hind legs lift out of reach of her strike and lash out at her chest. One was dead center and the other toward one of her shoulders.
Legs touch ground and he leaps forward out of her reach, plants his left leg (the right much too sore to spin on) and turns on a dime. Now that they are face-to-face he approaches and forcefully blows ash from his nostrils into her face, hopefully blinding and choking her. Before he can execute his next attack the thunder of hooves distracted him. The dragon-hybrid was charging him down and he tried to back and angle himself away but he was a lengthy target – Andalusian and draft ancestors cursing him cursing him with a lanky and inviting neckline. He tightens the muscles focused in his neck and shoulder—willing a piece of his body to go rigid and stiff. VIKRAM clipped his shoulder and neck on his way by and Cineviam half reared in response trying to tear the large hybrids wing with his horn.
(Summary: Cineviam is moving his hind end away from MIRAGE which reduces some of the impact where he got the full effect of her charge last time. MIRAGE does place a bite at the top of his haunches. He reverses direction of his hind until MIRAGE is directly behind him and he kicks out, one hoof aimed dead center of her chest the other toward a shoulder.
Takes a long stride forward before turning on his left haunch and approaches MIRAGE face-to-face. Blows ash toward her face hoping to blind or choke her. Before he can take advantage and attack, he hears VIKRAMS thundering approach. VIKRAM is trying to broadside him so he backs and tries to angle himself away but VIKRAM clips his shoulder and neck. Cineviam half rears to try to tear the hybrids wing on the way by.
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