As Caleb's eager snout moves towards Ashamin's right shoulder, the painted stallion seems to sense something is happening, perhaps he can see the excited twitch of Caleb's nostrils, or the flutter of his ivory eyelids. Ashamin darts forward so Caleb's teeth don't land on a shoulder, but a right flank. Ashamin's action to prevent Caleb's teeth from causing damage on his shoulder is successful and Ashamin's shoulder is spared. Caleb's teeth only find flank and grip hard, his jaw clamps with all force possible, but it does less damage than the brute was hoping for. Caleb's saliva-stricken teeth cannot find enough of a grip on Ashamin's right flank, and the painted boy's silky hide slips through his bite. The blood thirsty Caleb is dismayed he couldn't draw forth the crimson liquid, but he is at the same time content, knowing that if he had, Ashamin would have scolded him further. Still, a huge part of him hoped he could've torn Ashamin's skin off, could've made him bleed so that every time the cut ripped open, Ashamin would think of Caleb, that he isn't a thing to be messed with, but a strong warrior. He wanted to prove to Thranduil that no one deserves Caleb's fear, that they would learn to respect him the hard way or the easy way.
Ashamin continues to run straight, moving past Caleb in a parallel manner. At first, Caleb thinks that Ashamin will continue, then kick out at Caleb with his hind legs, but he doesn't. He swings his head to the right, jaw wide, lips searching for skin. The hybrid swings his hind end away, but it is not enough. Ashamin's teeth grab Caleb's thigh, exactly where bruises have formed from being kicked. The already throbbing bruise screams with pain under the pressure of Ashamin's bite, pulsating with equal pain as to when it was given. Caleb's ears pin once more as he bucks, shaking Ashamin's jaw off of his bruised thigh. He clamors forwards, rushing to get away from Ashamin. Once he has taken four or five canter strides, he halts and spins around to face where the attack happened, believing that Ashamin's attack is a good place to stop, that their training spar was plenty for today.
As the adrenaline begins to wear off, Caleb becomes aware of the extensive bruising dotting his dark skin, everything aching with weariness from exertion. Caleb's tail is calm behind him, resting lifelessly on the ground like a dead snake, his wings are relaxed at his sides, and his head doesn't rise so highly anymore, but hangs slightly lower. He is tired, sated, but he'll be back tomorrow, patrolling for this new herd, perhaps sparing more for training, teaching other herd members. Perhaps the general and corporals will teach this young two year old more tactics. After-all, it is clear Caleb needs to learn more.. like what a friendly spar means. As for now, he just hopes he's made some sort of name for himself here. Henrietta barks on the sidelines and moves towards her master, glad that the fighting is over. The pup hates to see Caleb get hurt, even if it is just bruises. Caleb's head dips further in respect to Ashamin, a higher ranked, more influential member of the Basin. It reads as, this was a good spar, you did well. Even though Caleb might've gotten more serious knocks on Ashamin, he knows Ashamin should not be underestimated, that he has much warrior potential. Perhaps he even has a few tricks up his sleeves that he could show Caleb. Any new ways of attacking or defending would be gratefully learned by the hybrid, warrior, prodigy.
"blah blah blah."
ooc: closing defense 1/1 - 615 words
sorry for shoulder confusion, you were right, I just messed up the parenthesis part, my baddd x:
Ashamin's bite lands on his bruised thigh, the pressure against the bruise is painful, causing it to throb again (double bruised? XD). Great spar! It was lots of fun :D
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[JUDGED] Man Up, Lose the Sidekick [ASHAMIN VERSUS CALEB SPAR]
