Land Ho! [Open Spar]

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[JUDGED] Land Ho! [Open Spar]

Ciceron Posts: 315

Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE

Kiara :: White Tiger :: Poison nickel

12-12-2015, 08:19 PM

Ciceron

Kiara

You don't understand what it's like
to live always at war, to grow up with
battle and sacrifice;;

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No sooner had his horn connected into flesh did the grey stallion find hooves coming towards him at a deadly speed. Throwing his head skyward the brute tries to sink his hind hooves into the dirt only to find a fucking mound rising below them. What was this demon part gopher?

Instead of helping him to get out of the way the damn mound causes his hooves to slide back down towards the black butt head putting him directly into the line of fire. Dammit, this was going to hurt. No sooner had the thought touched the tips of his mind did the attack hit him in the right shoulder. Cringing back and almost tripping over that damn molehill yet again he can feel the bruising already starting to spread out across the muscle. It may not hurt all that much right now but it would surely stiffen up with the colder weather later on tonight and into the morning. Pinning his ears back to his skull the whistling of wind alerts him to Verzes (if Kiara's screaming didn't do the job already).

With no intentions to become a half frozen popsicle the only thing left to do was to get his ass out of the way! Finding hold in the disgusting pig pen that had once been a battlefield he throws himself forward hoping that it is enough to avoid being blasted with the ice. His shoulder protests the movement already stiffening from the blow but he considers himself lucky to have avoided more than half Volterra's attacks. To his utter relief moving away seems to have avoided that pesky dragon's freezing breath, that is until he decides to try and move his tail. From tip to about midway up his tail has turned to ice making it feel more like a broom handle than his normal luxurious banner. Swinging it to the side the strands barely bend to the weight of gravity bringing a slight chuckle to his lips at the situation he finds himself in.

"That's enough brother." He states firmly softening his features from the angry battle worn soldier he had been moments before. "Ye have fought well and I commend you for your relentless passion."

Looking over to Kiara to find her snickering he could only shake his head and laugh along with her. He had to hand it to her for being still so young she could handle herself in battle and seemed no worse for wear. She had somehow occupied the red dragon and managed not to have any part of her frozen, yet he deals with the thing for one minute and look where it gets him. Guess he might have to finally accept some pointers from her on how not to become a popsicle.

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Words: 462 | Closing Defence
Attack: 3/3 (No attack made this round)
Summary: Gets thrown off balance by Volterra's earth pile, gets hit in the right shoulder by his attack. Avoids majority of Verzes's frost breath except for his tail.
Notes: I loved reading Vol's reactions, very well written :)

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