LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse

[JUDGED] LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse

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Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 8.0 | def: 11.0 | dam: 4.0

Gelding :: Equine :: 17hh :: Six HP: 74 | Buff: ENDURE

Boomslang :: Green Ratsnake :: Paralyze Neverrmind

03-18-2017, 11:49 PM

' and i am not the same '

You would never hear the serpent admit to how dishonourable it was to strike a defenceless opponent, especially one who had been almost completely paralysed by his comrades vicious venom. Perhaps he would excuse it by declaring it pay-back for Sacre’s own magic trick, one which unfortunately for the coal-coloured doctor, had not played out well for him.
His forelock and hefty, long pieces of mane paraded like a bright but colourless flag over his ears, hooding his face as he proceeded with his planned attack to his opponent’s offside hock.
THWACK!
The sound of crashing bones was fairly sickening, and even though the carnivore was somewhat desensitised to it, it still made his teeth grit and his ears flatten against his sweaty upper neck.

While the physician recovered from his temporary paralysis, Toulouse saw his chance and took it. Through a gap in the trees he leapt, reaching with his two front hooves over a low-laying shrub and soaring over the obstacle in an attempt to disappear once again. Though, the serpent upon Toulouse’s horn gave a sharp hiss towards the fox-boy when he noticed his horn swing after them. The blood-coloured blade upon the doctors skull managed to nick a small slice out of Toulouse’s offside thigh upon his escape over the shrub, leaving him limping for a short few strides upon landing.

An agitated growl escaped his throat, though he dare not stop to survey the damage. The climax of the fight was near, and if he was to secure his place as victor he knew he was not to tarry no matter how much the pain would slow him.
Going only by the pain that radiated outwards from his buttock and the blood that trailed down his leg, Toulouse could only assume there now lay a bright and nasty gash worthy of a scar. While it didn’t restrict his movement, it’s heat and sting could be felt radiating well over his right thigh.

Still, through the trees he pressed on, only now he remained disoriented and unaware to his opponent’s location. Fearful that the moon doctor was at his tail, the camouflaged beast continued through the mist-filled forest until he could distinguish his own hoofbeats from those of his opponent somewhere near-by.
Stopping to survey the moonlit landscape and the whereabouts of his opponent, Toulouse arrived in a small grove with his heels and hooves digging ferociously into the damp earth below. A snort erupted from his nares, one which he tried to contain to maintain his camouflage, though by now it’s moon-given powers were all but fading.

It was as he began to inhale and take his next step forward that his partner came forth, and all in the blink of an eye he was struck in the shoulder. While it wasn’t a truly deft blow, nor one that sent him flying, it was a blow that caused him to stagger and grunt out of harm’s way. The area throbbed momentarily, though really the stag had done him no great injury, and it was probable that the doctor had sustained more himself.

As the stallion of sanguine splashes and rosy blades darted past, Toulouse’s front pair of hooves raised for what he hoped would be his final attack. While his back end throbbed, it was a pain that was quite bearable compared to the kind he wished to inflict on his opponent.
Rearing up, the gelding attempted to lash out his two front hooves in the direction of Sacre’s near side hip, only to land shortly after and proceed to step after him with his fanged jaws at the ready.
Snapping like a wolf, the pale one continued his assault by attempting to focus his sights upon the whither and spine of his opponent; the rod on which all his limbs were attached. With a growl springing from his lungs Toulouse lunged forward, hooves lapping up the ground as he aimed his fangs for the stained doctors whither, attempting to clamp his incisors either side of the pointy bone.

@Sacre
attack No. 3/3
684 words

Summary; Toulouse tries to leap away from sacre over some shrubs but is cut by his horn; he then runs through the forest and loses track of sacre. Is then plunged into by sacre, and then proceeds to rear up at him and attempt to strike his hip - then he chases after him again and tries to bite his whither!

Damage; - A nasty cut to his offside thigh
- small bruising on offside shoulder

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LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse - by Toulouse - 02-26-2017, 08:22 PM

RE: LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse - by Sacre - 03-01-2017, 02:49 PM

RE: LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse - by Toulouse - 03-05-2017, 05:30 AM

RE: LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse - by Sacre - 03-17-2017, 08:27 AM

RE: LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse - by Toulouse - 03-18-2017, 11:49 PM

RE: LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse - by Sacre - 03-27-2017, 06:21 PM

RE: LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse - by Toulouse - 03-28-2017, 02:37 PM

RE: LIGHTS OUT - Sacre v. Toulouse - by Official - 04-19-2017, 08:37 AM

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