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Ilios vs Aquila

Ilios Posts: 200
Dragon's Throat Informant atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 15 :: 4 (Frostfall) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Isabella :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Parelia
#1
ilios
He was ready to get out there and spar. To make his plans come to fruition he needed to build himself up, mentally and physically . His shoulders rolled excitedly as he moved carefully through Helovia a specific place in mind. He turned his head to grin at Isabella as she clung to his short white-tipped mane. Currently she was in the form of a small monkey. He smiled at her as silver eyes met gold. He wondered if she would always shift randomly or if she would be able to pick what she was. He reached his muzzle around and touched her tiny paw carefully. He would become strong for her, he wanted to be better for her. She deserved a strong partner, someone who would have her back, as he was sure she would have his.

He could feel that she was happy and shared in his excitement. He could also feel the longing she held within her very young heart. She wanted to fight with her bonded, but he would not allow her to do so. She was much to young and fragile to fight. "One day we will fight side by side sweetheart, but for now you can watch and learn." He grinned and picked up his pace feeling the blood pounding through his veins.

Finally they made their way up to the field he had in mind. It was the perfect place for a good spar, open, clear, and brightly lit. Well, it would have been bright if it wasn't early morning. He had picked this time before it got extremely hot, and it could only get brighter as the day went on. He smiled and carefully walked over to a large rock and bowed leaned his neck carefully against it. "Time to get off Isabella." He smiled almost sadly as she slowly slide off his neck to the rock. "You should be safe here, but if something happens get into the tall grass against the back of the rock, okay?" He turned to look at her and she lowered a small paw down to touch his muzzle gently. "I'll be alright, and once this is over we'll go home." She just looked at him with her bright gold eyes, but he was sure she understood.

Turning away from the rock he moved into the middle of the field facing the only way up. Taking a deep breath he called out making sure his voice would carry to any that wished to fight him. Spreading his wings the stallion stood with his horned head up high waiting for his challenger. excitement and determination pounded through his blood as he was careful to take deep steady breaths as the sun slowly rose behind him clearing any mist that had settled over the grass-covered ground. It was a perfect day for fighting; clear and warm.

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OOC/Tags;; Open! Feel free to attack first! I'd like to move this fairly quickly please!

0/3 attacks Set in the Heavenly fields, early morning, sun is just over the horizon, clear day, warm but not hot, field is clear of large obstacles. 
I'd sell my soul just to see your face. 
And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain.
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Aquila Posts: 95
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Craonos :: Common Narwhal Leviathan :: Boil smitty
#2
She had been healed since her last spar, courtesy of the caretaker Agnodice. Her body had mended in the freshwater ponds of the Falls, albeit more slowly than it would have healed in the sea’s salty embrace.

But, still, she was healed and whole, now. And she was ready, wanting, to return to battle; to further hone her skills against these earth-bound equines; to further hone her skills against the challenges of the earth and gravity. So she left the comfort of her pond. She even left the presumed comfort of her new herd and home—though it would take time for her loyalties to truly sink into the waterfall-laden herdlands.

And some small ounce of betrayal struck her chest when she thought of the Falls as her home. It was not Akvo. Her people did not populate its lush soil. It had soil, rather than coral homes and sand. She sighed, long legs and muscular body pumping to carry her up the steep incline that she ascended.

Slowly, her body was adjusting to the weight of gravity. But she was not entirely ready for such a long and arduous climb. The woman could swim for days beneath the ocean, but on land… On land, it seemed that she could barely manage the difficult climb.

Scaled ears perk as a call sank into them. It was challenging, just as the dark demon’s scream (Volterra) had sounded on the Flats. Her sides heaved as she crested the final rise to the lush field that stretched before her. Was she ready to take on an opponent after scaling such a steep and long trail?

She snorted at the thought. She was Akvian. She was a warrior. She could take on whoever called for a fight. So she surged onto the green-drenched field, beneath a brightly shining sun. It was hot and bright atop the rise, but her scaled skin could not sweat. It only twitched beneath the heated rays.

Her strong, even steps faltered only once as unblinking eyes caught sight of the challenger. Pale jade wings spread out around his smaller and stockier form. Where she was tall, lithe, and athletic, this stallion was compact and muscular.

She spared a brief glance at his darkly spiraled horn; but her gaze was truly for his wings. She had not sparred one with wings before. She had fought for her life against predators of the sky, but never had she willingly crossed blades with a winged opponent.

Steadying her mind with a deep, loud breath, she let loose a haunting and challenging bellow across the soft soil. Her webbed hooves cut into the rich earth as she charged towards the man with outstretched wings. Her ridged neck arched and her horned head lowered as her fleet legs powerfully carried her towards him.

Though she did not know how to fight those with wings, but she still harbored a hatred for those appendages. And so she channeled that hate in her attack, long and bladed horn aiming for his left wing joint to slice and cleave it from the man’s body.


A: 1/3
D: 0/1
WC: --
Damages: --
Summary: She charges @Ilios and aims her horn to slice open his left wing/wither joint.
men have drowned
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Ilios Posts: 200
Dragon's Throat Informant atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 15 :: 4 (Frostfall) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Isabella :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Parelia
#3
ilios
He could feel the worry, that wasn't his, coursing through his heart. The stallion smiled attempting to send her happy thoughts, and share in his raging excitement. Since their bond was still new the stallion was having issues figuring out how to give her the confidence he harbored. Ilios knew that even if he lost he would still learn something important. Losing could only make you smarter, faster, stronger, and more determined. Quietly he tried to put up a small wall so she wouldn't break his concentration. He loved her, but she really needed to learn to trust him. Fighting was a part of their life and she had to watch to learn that he would end up just fine.

It wasn't that long before an opponent found their way up the mountain to join him. He took in her scales curiously trying to quickly find a chink in her armor. She was considerably taller than he was, lithe and agile. He would have to keep her close to match her speed. He had been graced in the stregth department with his thickly muscled frame. It took the teal dipped stallion a moment to get over how odd she was, scaled spiked tail, and so very fish like. A shiver ran through him as excitement and determination pulsed through his blood.

He was ready to either open a can of whoop ass or have it opened on him. He rolled his powerful shoulders quickly keeping his wings open wide, using them as a ploy. 'Come and get it you great hooved goldfish!' As if she could hear his thoughts the fish mare dove straight into action. Her bellow was answered with his own angry challenge. If she seriously wanted to get filleted, he would happily oblige.

Drawing forth every strategy he had locked away the stallion waited for her to draw closer. He braced for impact as he noticed too late where her eyes were locked. Pain erupted through his wing joint and wither as her horn connected. He could vaguely feel the fear trickling in from Isabella, but he shoved it away attempting to focus. Anger and pain raced through him hot as lightning as blood splattered his side. Her curved blue horn had done it's work; lucky for him she hadn't lived up to her intentions. Rage reared up as her horn sliced, cutting much deeper than he had hopped.

Silver eyes glinted with his rage as he turned his own head trying to use the mare's momentum against her. He ripped his wing up, out of the way, before aiming his sharp black and teal twisted horn her side. Her tan and blue shoulder was even with his head by the time he got into position. He prayed his horn would be honed enough to cut into her scaly hide.

As she rushed away from him he called up every last ounce of agility his thick frame had. He tried to turn to the left and chase her down. He couldn't let her get away or she would continue to carve him up like a juicy Thanksgiving turkey. He lowered his head and braced his neck trying to catch up and slice her right rear leg eyes aimed for the hock. That would slow her down for sure, if his aim was true.

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Words;; 556
OOC/Tags;; @Aquila
1/3 attacks
Injuries: Has a deep gash on his upper shoulder(lower wither) all the way to his wing joint.

Summary: He moves to late to avoid her horn, then lowers his head as her shoulder reaches his face and tries to cut her as she runs past(the cut would be on her right side). Then he tries to turn to the left and chase her down trying to keep up and cut her right hock.
Set in the Heavenly fields, early morning, sun is just over the horizon, clear day, warm but not hot, field is clear of large obsitcals.

I'd sell my soul just to see your face.
And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain.
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You must be true to your heart..
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Aquila Posts: 95
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.2 :: 6 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Craonos :: Common Narwhal Leviathan :: Boil smitty
#4
A victorious growl ripped from the mare’s scaled throat, so much deeper than a woman’s voice should be, as she felt her horn slice through soft flesh. The bladed edge went deeper, deeper, until bone stopped its drive. Sharp teeth revealed in a satisfied snarl; she would cleave the wing from his very body. Though this man, in particular, had not (yet) brought harm to her or her people, he was guilty by association of having wings. So it was vicious victory that coursed through her veins as she saw the blood seep into the pale green feathers and pallid coat around the wing joint.

But her thoughts, they were hubris, the pride before the fall, because too long did she linger to see the gore of the wing joint; too slow was her reaction to the upward wrench of his feathers and twist of his body. Her side, despite its protective plates, was no match for the sharp and spiraled horn that he drove towards the soft flesh of her belly.

Abdominal wounds were deadly, especially above the ocean without saltwater to bathe the innards. The warrior maiden knew this very well— she had seen her cousin Rohkea nearly succumb to such an injury. But she was too late, too stagnant in her revelry of her landed attack, to entirely avoid his horn. So she lunged as far forward as she could, diving beneath the very wing she hated, trying to bring the brunt of his driving horn away from her abdomen and towards the muscle bellies of her haunches.

She partially succeeded, and a feral scream ripped from her as his long spear drove into the ventral fascia of her muscular flank. The wound was deep and sent muscles spasming in pain around it, but at least her intestines were not attempting to leave her abdomen via a horn puncture-wound in her belly.

Still, the gaping flesh hindered her movements; her left flank and part of her haunches were entirely locked in pain for the moment. And so she snarled and whipped her spike-laden tail around towards his face. Her body might be hindered and her spikes may be poison-less, but they were still sharp enough to slice the the tender skin of the face or puncture the globes of the eyes.

“Fiku vian patrinon, picxo ĉielo,” the curse was thrown from her scaled lips, so unlike any other spar. She was not one to throw insults in battle, unless there was foul play. Then again, to Aquila, this man started the fight with foul play just by having wings. Her bright aqua and yellow eyes flashed in hatred as waves of pain traveled through her left side. She tried to move away from him, towards her right, as her tail sailed towards his face in attack, though her movements were slow.


Fiku vian patrinon, picxo ĉielo= "Fuck your mother, sky c*nt." :X

A: 2/3
D: 0/1
WC: 477
Damages: Deep flesh wound in left flank.
Summary: She moves forward so Ilios's horn pierces her left flank, and then tries to move to her right (away from him) while swinging her barbed tail towards his face.
Sorry for the delay <3
men have drowned
in seas such as these

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Blu the Bootyful Posts: 443
Administrator atk: 99 | def: 99 | dam: 99
Mare :: Other :: 5'7" :: 25 HP: 99999 | Buff: TWERK
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#5
Ilios defaults to Aquila. Aquila earns 0.5 VP.
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