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Rain, rain go away. | Practise Spar, Aryel
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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#1
 GAUCHO </style>
 With fire to keep us warm & tools we made from rocks and bones
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The battlefield was slick with rain, which made the intentions of the bay stallion all the more apparent; for who else would be out on the battlefield in such miserable weather, if they were not looking to spar?

Gaucho stood stoicly, as if his primitive brain was simply too dumb to comprehend the rain pouring down upon him. His muzzle was raised, letting streams of water pour down his cheeks and muzzle, but stay out of his eyes. Oddly, the war paint decorating his flanks and around his left eye, were not diminished in anyway by the constant inflow of moisture. His large black wings were folded neatly to his sides, hiding his red plumage underneath, and not making any attempt to shield himself from the rain.

He had been accepted into the Dragon's Throat, if accepted was even the right word. He was brought back, by a grulla stallion, and simply left. What if he had been a spy? Or was looking to cause harm? Had he made a mistake, and joined a weak and naive herd? His gut told him no, but his senses said otherwise. Still, if there were warriors in his herd, they would surely smell the throat on him. And if they really were warriors, they would understand his purpose here, and aid him.

Grunting, the large hanoverian stallion pivoted neatly on his hind end, to face away from the direction of the rain. He raised his muzzle, pierced with a bone, to the sky and whinnied loudly; his chest contracting as he forced the sound out. Dance with me, that call said. If you can.

[Weather: Heavy rain. It isn't cold given the BirdSong warmth, but it is coming down!
Shortened spar: 2 offensive posts, 1 defensive. You can start. You may either attack Gaucho right on, or if you feel the need for narrative, you can assume that whatever Aryel says, Gaucho will grunt at, and turn his body square to her, and extend his wings.
This can be a teaching spar if you like.]




Please tag me in every post! Magic/Force is allowed on Gaucho at any time.


Aryel Posts: 229
Dragon's Throat Soldier
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4
FennecFyre
#2

Aryel
I'm through accepting limits / 'cause someone says they're so.





Aryel had heard the call all right, and she wished she hadn't. Tucked up securely in the hollow depression in a mass of brambles and underbrush that was her favorite shelter, she only had a few errant drops of rain to contend with. She had fully intended to pass the storm there, until someone's cry came faintly from the direction of the Throat's sparring field. With a groan, Aryel stood up carefully, wings tucked to her side to prevent them from being pricked. Moving around in her little den had created a space large enough for her, but it was still rather snug. She was a Sergeant now, and if some blockhead wanted to fight in the rain she had to answer.

With an ill-tempered snort, she emerged from the brush and took off in a trot towards the sparring field. Ebony eyes cast a dubious glance up at the roiling sky, waiting for signs of thunder or lightning. Was it safe for flying?

The clouds seemed to sense her scrutiny and thundered warningly.

Nope.

At least the sparring field was nearby. She peered though the pouring rain, looking for the damned idiot that had issued the call. Her eyes fell on a bay pegasus stallion, a stocky brute with strange marks on his pelt and--good gods, was that a bone in his nose? He was Throat, but no Throat horse she had ever met. Must be new. Usually, she would've been pleasant when meeting another herd member, but the blue mare was grumpy and in no mood to be friendly. "If you wish to spar," she snapped, coming to a stop in front of him, "you should really wait until the damned rain abates." A cynical grin briefly curled her muzzle as her now-familiar fighting blood rose in her veins. If this stallion wanted to be tough by fighting in conditions like these, she'd match him. "Well, at least I'll have a reason to not go easy on you. Now, to business. I'm Aryel, Sergeant of the Throat and don't you forget it. You have a name, I'm assuming?"

When all the stallion did was issue a noncommittal noise and assume a battle stand, she snorted with contempt. A regular dumbass he is. Can't wait to give him a few nasty marks. "Right then. You'll be Urgh, since that's all you're capable of saying." Insult delivered, the fight began in earnest. She lowered her head and drew her wings in closely, starting her move by beginning to circle around the male at an angle, drawing closer as she trotted towards him. She kept her eyes locked with his, watching for any expressions that would betray an attack. When she neared his left side, she suddenly went from a slow, purposeful trot to a quick charge, head snaking out to aim a hard bite at his left flank, where it was sure to sting. She was aware of the proximity of his hooves, as well as his big ugly hammerhead and the big ugly teeth within, and wasn't sure which end was less dangerous. She twisted away to the far left in an attempt to jump back and avoid the counterattack that was almost certain to follow, whether by bite or kick, and when her rear was facing him she kicked upwards with her hind hooves, hoping to either hit him again in the barrel or discourage him from closing in. Mud spattered from her hooves as she kicked out, scattering towards Gaucho. Having her hind hooves off the ground caused her to loose traction, though, and she was slowed for a moment as she nearly tripped and had to right herself. This would be a difficult fight, she thought with a thread of worry. He was larger than her, and no doubt stronger, so she would need to rely on agility and sheer ferocity to compensate. While Aryel lacked little in terms of ferocity, the slithery, sticky mud that was streaming around them would severely hinder both of them when they moved.

"blah blah blah."


Some things I cannot change / but until I try I'll never know.



Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.

Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.

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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#3
 GAUCHO </style>
 With fire to keep us warm & tools we made from rocks and bones
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As the blue roan approached, seemingly appearing out of the haze of the rain, Gaucho showed no emotion, or even much recognition. He could scent the musty desert on her, despite the rain; a scent that he had forced himself to memorize the second he entered the throat. If these herdlings did not distinguish themselves visually to denote their herd and rank, then he would at least know them by scent. He listened stonily to her words, finding himself confused and uninterested in what she had to say. When she suggested waiting until after the rain, he had written her off as just some mare, and not a true warrior – yet she mentioned that she was a sar-gent, just like that Levi-stallion had. Maybe a sar-gent wasn’t a warrior-rank after all. If it was, she wouldn’t want to wait until after the rain. Thieves, murderers, invaders, traitors – they did not wait for optimal weather. If Gaucho was to be a well-rounded warrior, he must overcome the elements, not bow to their whims.

Grunting, he would consider her motives or title no more. As she flung an insult his way, his eyes appeared to slowly glass over, as if pretending she was no longer there. In a way, this was precisely what he was doing – he was fully giving over to his instincts; turning what small rational functions he had, completely off. Another stallion may have laughed at the mare, but Gaucho accepted each and ever spar earnestly and appreciatively. Regardless of the outcome, he would be glad to have sparred with this mare: either he would win, and perhaps begin the process of advancing in his new herd, as well as exercising his muscles, and if he were to lose, well that would teach him something as well.

As she began a light trot, locking her gaze to his steely blue trance-like stare, he revealed nothing. Even in the seconds before her lithe body moved just past his shoulder, he remained looking straight ahead; like a statue. He was a monstrous target compared to her, standing almost 2 feet higher at the wither - not to mention that his bay body was a stark contrast to the rain. Aryel on the other hand, was petite and slender; her blue roan body almost camouflaging her in the torrent of weather. One watching this scene unfold, might wonder why he stood so still – literally not batting even an eyelash as she moved in for an obvious bite. He was far too large to simply dance away, too stationary to take to the skies, and apparently, too dumb to even move. As she darted forward, Gaucho only moved once her momentum was already such that her course could not be changed. Milliseconds before her teeth bit deep into his flank, he threw his body weight heavily to the left, directly into her open mouth. Although the bulk of his effort was lead with his shoulder, he was large enough that having his flank heaved against her forward momentum ought to have injured her neck or nose, or at least put a kink in her neck.

Gaucho grunted loudly, as his breath was forced from his lungs due to the impact. He felt pain etch through his rib cage, and a stinging sensation on his flank where the skin had been broken. He could not dance as lithely as the fine blue-mare could, and often that meant accepting an injury, if he was to have his opponent close.

As Aryel jumped back to avoid the flashing hooves that she surely expected, in fact turned into her, making them face the same direction. As her weight shifted, a sure sign that she was about to buck, Gaucho lifted his chin high into the air to protect his head and neck from the brunt of her kick. As her hooves began to lift off the ground, Gaucho forced himself up and forward, taking the brunt of her kick squarely to his massive chest; feeling the pain ricochet through his muscles. It was a risk, but instinctively his mind told him it was the best call: bone structure, slender legs, height, mud, his primitive mind thought, calculating the amount of force he believed she could muster given the slippery footing, and weighing it against how much his muscled chest could endure.

As his forelegs were higher than her hind hooves given their positions, Gaucho thrust himself forward, almost looking as though he were trying to mount her. Given the length of their bodies, and the proximity that allowed Aryel’s hooves to hit his chest, instinctively he believed that he should be able to connect his front hooves down onto her spine, or rump. His steely eyes focused down onto Aryel’s back as if in slow motion, just below where her wings fused onto her spine, as his hooves moved down…


[WC: 802. No defense, because I ran out of words :P
Summary: Gaucho stands still until just before Aryel bites him. As she reaches to bite his flank, he throws his weight left hoping to hit her in the face with his body. As she moves away, he doesn’t buck as she expects, but turns to face the same direction as she. Sensing her buck, he rears up and takes the force of her hooves in his chest. As he comes down, he tries to slam his hooves onto her back.
Attack: Slams hooves onto her back.
Defense: Being big? :P
Injuries: Bite to the flank (Open), kick to the chest.





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Aryel Posts: 229
Dragon's Throat Soldier
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4
FennecFyre
#4

Aryel
I'm through accepting limits / 'cause someone says they're so.





Aryel felt her hooves connect with horseflesh, but by his movement in the periphery of her vision, she knew she had struck his chest, instead of his side. Well, all the better. Maybe getting the wind knocked out of him would elicit a noise from the so-far silent stallion. Gaucho's sudden movement had come down hard on her nose, leaving it smarting painfully in a way that broke her concentration. As far as she could tell, there was no blood trickling out of her nostrils, but the way the rain was coming down it could be bleeding heavily and it was unlikely she would notice.

What she did notice, though, was him rearing up higher, front hooves brandished like hammers that would no doubt inflict severe damage on her back if they were to land. A brief bout of panic fluttered in her chest as she used the milliseconds she had to formulate a plan. She had to protect her backbone from those hooves. She wouldn't have time to turn and rear up to match him (and being so much shorter it wouldn't be very useful), nor could she simply endure the blow. She settled for the most obvious course of action, which was attempting to skitter out from under his descending hooves. Wings tucked tightly over her back to protect it in the event she was too slow, she threw herself straight forward, hooves sliding in the mud. She wasn't able to avoid him altogether, though, and his hooves came sledgehammering down on her rump, temporarily driving her back end down so hard that her right hind knee hit the ground for a few seconds before she was on her feet again. Her rump really hurt now, but it was better than a snapped back. Doesn't this idiot know you're not supposed to kill your sparring partner? she mentally snarled. She said nothing though, instead retaliating with a vicious buck again, this time doubting he would have time to rear up again. She wouldn't mind slamming a hoof into that thick jaw of his, not at all. Or even his neck. If he wanted to fight dirty, she would show him how nasty she could be. When her hooves returned to the ground, she backed up several more paces and turned to face her opponent, sides heaving. Think, Aryel, think. What did she have that he didn't? What could she use against him? A wistful look was cast up at the churning sky, and she wished she could take the fight to the air, where her agility could come into play. But it would be suicidal to fly in a storm like this, especially if lightning began to strike. Not wishing to let the stallion catch her by surprise, she looked back at him, trying to fight down her worry and size him up. He was bigger. He was probably stronger. But he was also heavier. If the mud was impeding her movement, imagine how it was sucking at his hooves. Maybe she could outmaneuver him. He didn't seem very bright, either. If she could keep her head, maybe she could outwit him as well. A classic battle of brawn versus brain. More than a little cliche, really.

Hoping to tempt him into a charge, she pawed the ground with one hoof. "That all you got, Urgh?" she taunted, shaking droplets out of her mane. "I've seen old nags fiercer than you. If you're going to be a Throat horse, we expect a little more than that." She wasn't entirely sure how enraging him would help, but maybe she could get him to do something rash that would give her the upper hand.

Attack: Bucks upwards towards his face or neck once his hooves hit the ground again, then taunts him.

Defense: Manages to pull her back out from under him and takes the blow on her rump, dances back several paces

Injuries: Pain in the nose and bruising on the top of her rump.

Words: 614

"Speaking her mind." Rare moments of thought. Taking action.


Some things I cannot change / but until I try I'll never know.



Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.

Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.

Ascended Helovian

Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#5

 GAUCHO </style>
 


With fire to keep us warm & tools we made from rocks and bones
[Image: 5105621d5416e]</style>



As his hooves connected onto her rump, Gaucho felt the satisfying drop as her knee hit the ground. As his forelegs straightened with her movement, and the muscles in his chest stretched out again, he felt a tightness flare through, etching painfully through his muscles. Exhaling sharply, he grunted with pain as his front hooves squished into the mud. Had Aryel's hind hooves not struck him only moments ago, he may have had time to rear again, and this time, would likely connect right on her spine. Given the bruising which was sure to colour his dark chest later, as well as the thick mud suction-cupping his large hooves to the ground, he was unable to propel himself into the air for another attack. Still, he had kept his eyes locked onto her feminine rump, and as she dropped before him, he took the opportunity to lunge forward, aiming a bite on the soft flesh just to the left and down of her tail bone, where her thighs met. Ears pinned, he opened his jaw wide to bite the lean flesh there - his primitive mind calculating that even if she should manage to buck from this angle, the distance between them was far too small to cause any great damage.

As he predicted, she did buck again, and as he knew it would, she had little time to create any real momentum. His hulking form was far too close, and her legs could not fully extend as she must have intended. Instead her hocks knocked the underside of his belly, between his front legs. Given their positions, Gaucho's primal narrative considered the possibility of mounting her, at that moment. As she danced away*, he grunted with a lusty and aggressive sound, his steely gaze never leaving her elegant form, even as the rain fell heavily around them. As her hoof dug into the loose mud, he focused more on the movement of the earth, than her taunts. Gaucho didn't comprehend language at the best of times, and words like "nags" and "expect" didn't mean too much to him, yet her pawing gave him an idea.

Pivoting neatly on his front legs, using the mud to his advantage by sliding his hind legs around, he spun his rear quickly and efficiently to face her. Next, Gaucho did two things very quickly: He extended his wings to their full length, moving them back towards her as far as they were able while still remaining open, and began to crow-hop as he moved back towards her. Each time he bucked, he dug his hooves deep into the mud, flinging them back towards Aryel. As the mud flung, hopefully hitting her in the face and disorienting her, he moved closer keeping his head low and his chin tucked in, protecting the vital veins hidden in his thick neck. Ears pinned back, he let his steely gaze relax, focusing on nothing. If he kept his gaze loose, he would be able to more quickly pick up movements on either side of his shoulders. By holding his wings as he was, he had effectively created a funnel - Aryel couldn't attack from behind, lest she be kicked by his thundering hooves, and his wings protected his sides. He calculated that loosing a few feathers or a bite or kick would be a better option than risking leaving his flanks open for an attack, for the wound from her bite previously was still open and tender.
Storming backwards, flinging mud and bucking, he waited to see her presence on either his left or right, and prepared.



[*Given that she bucked (hind end facing him), and then you said she "Backed up several more paces and turned to face her opponent..." that would literally put her right next to him. But since in your summary you seem to indicate that she's standing "back several paces", I'm just going to assume you mis-typed in the thread ^^
Summary: Bites at her left thigh as she drops to a knee, and takes her buck in between his front legs with little damage given their proximity. As she taunts him, he spins around in the mud, bucking at her to kick mud in her direction, and moving backwards aiming to kick her.
Attack: Bite to the thigh and bucking in her direction.
Defense: Creates a "funnel" using his wings, and tucks his chin to his chest, watching for her attach on either side.
Okay I believe that this is your defensive post now, before we're done? Thanks again for practicing with me!

Also....It says I edited my previous posts. I forgot this was a sparring thread - I didn't change anything, I just realized that my tables are all messed up. I just got a new computer and on my old one, things always looked correct, and now i'm noticed the words/spacing at weird. Sorry! I didn't change any of the content :P]



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Aryel Posts: 229
Dragon's Throat Soldier
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4
FennecFyre
#6

Aryel
I'm through accepting limits / 'cause someone says they're so.





(And heeeere we go!)

Aryel felt the sting on her thigh, but it was a small thing, and she was able to clench her jaw and ignore it for the most part. Her kick had been less effective than she had intended, but she hoped her hocks jabbing into his chest had at least hurt. Instead of charging like she anticipated him doing, he instead whirled and began bucking backwards, wings stretched back to block her should she try and dodge to the left or right. Damn! Every time she thought she had him, he surprised her. While a small part of her was glad to have this horse on the Throat's side, the rest of her was more concerned with finishing the fight without a concussion. A wave of indignation burned through her as she imagined loosing her first spar as a Sergeant. Hadn't she promised Kri she would do her best? Sparring with the Commander and loosing was one thing, but sparring with a newcomer and loosing so soon after being promoted would be difficult to bear.

She yelped as mud from the stallion's kicking hooves struck her, splattering over her right eye. Keeping it shut against the irritant, turned her head so that the right side faced her enemy, taking the brunt of the mud. She could still see him out of her peripheral vision, luckily, but she was running out of options. Whenever he bucked backwards, she hopped back as well, but the mud impeded her movement. In a desperate attempt to avoid his striking hooves, she reared up onto her hind legs, wings half-spreading to steady herself.

An idea came to her in a flash.

She spread her wings to their full extent, then stroked downwards as hard as she could manage without hitting them against the ground. Her wings were long and narrow, but being as relatively light as she was, they could lift her off the ground with ease. The powerful downstroke carried her hind hooves several inches off the ground, and most importantly, a good distance backwards. She flapped again, putting more distance between her and Gaucho's hooves, safely out of kicking range. Mud still splattered her neck and chest, but it was a trivial thing. She grinned once as another idea came to her. She bunched her muscles, lowering her front end slightly like a crouching predator. She stroked once more, this time using her front hooves to push herself up and forward as she did so, adding more distance and height to her leap by flapping as hard as she could. Wings were limbs too, and Aryel had been careful to train her wings as well as her legs. Gaucho was tall, but she was able to fly over him with a few inches to spare, landing heavily in front of him. She turned her head to give him a smirk, then flicked her tail at him rudely.

OOC:
(02-02-2013, 04:40 PM)Gaucho Wrote: Given their positions, Gaucho's primal narrative considered the possibility of mounting her, at that moment.
Pervo :p Although I will admit Aryel's been the one who's been all "HAY IMMA SHOVE MY BIG BLUE BOOTY UP IN UR FACE KAY".

Attack: None

Defense: Keeps stepping back as Gaucho kicks at her, then rears up, unfurls her wings, and uses those to increase the distance she can jump back. She then jumps and, using several strong flaps, flies clear over him.

Injuries: Nose pain, rump bruising, and bruising bite on her thigh. Mud in the right eye (if that counts)

"Speaking her mind." Rare moments of thought. Taking action.


Some things I cannot change / but until I try I'll never know.



Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.

Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.

Ascended Helovian

Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#7

 GAUCHO </style>
 


With fire to keep us warm & tools we made from rocks and bones
[Image: 5105621d5416e]</style>



With each buck, Gaucho began to grunt as the strain began to creep up on him. Aryel had landed multiple kicks to his chest, and although he was in physically good shape, and used to enduring pain, the strain of maintaining his backward bucking-momentum in the mud was starting to take effect. His back ached with each buck, and he noticed that he had been holding his breath, only taking in quick sips of air when his muscles briefly relaxed. They were oxygen deprived, and if he didn't hit his target soon, he would have to come up with a different strategy. He hardly even registered Aryel's squeal of pain as the mud hit her in the face, unable to discern the sound from the pounding rain, and his own lathered breathing. He had moved back about 7 feet now, and as he had anticipated, she had indeed moved, for he continued to strike only air and mud. Expectantly, he waited for her lithe blue form to appear next to him, jutting in for a strike to his shoulder, but none came.

Where is sar-gent Aryel? His mind wondered, even his thoughts primitive and his wording poorly phrased. Has she been injured? Had there perhaps been a rock in the mud, which had hit her in the eye? Although Gaucho often played rough, feeling as though his superiors ought to be able to take a punch or two, he never intended any serious harm to come to the finely built blue girl. Just as he was about to steady himself and turn around, he felt the sensation of air being pushed down around him. Cautiously raising his gaze, he watched her soft underbelly clearing his height. Had the rain not been a factor, he might have heard her lack of foot-falls on the ground, indicating that she had taken flight. If so, she was in a precarious position, as well timed buck, or even a rear leading with his shoulder, could injure her organs from this angle. But that had not happened - Aryel was too finely built - her bones seemingly much more hollow than his, to allow for such immediate flight, and the rain had masked her ascent over his large bay form. Good…Sar-gent He thought approvingly, deciding that for all her bitching about sparring in the rain, that perhaps she did have what it took to be a warrior, despite her size and sex.


As she landed before him, flicking her tail in his face, a squeal of desire escaped his lips, as his flaring nostrils took in her scent. Standing tall, Gaucho quite elegantly pranced forward towards her, ears pricked forward and a bright light in his steely blue eyes. Sparring with a worthy female adversary always put him in the mood. His mane and forelock were matted against his deep bay hide; the odd sun-like marking over his left eye standing out brightly, seemingly unaffected by the rain. With a grunt, and an attempt at humour, Gaucho said, "Urgh say thank-you to sar-gent Ar-yel" Lowering his nose to his chest, until the bone which pierced the cartilage there, touched his soon-to-be-bruished shoulder, he bowed respectfully. "I am Gaucho."

[Summary: Bucks until he see's her flying over head. Prances to meet her once she lands and actually introduces himself.

Attack: None.
Defence: None.]



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#8




A r y e l | G a u c h o
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By my verdict GAUCHO is the winner.

ARYEL -- post 1 (attack only)

[Realism]
+ 1| Attack: left flank bite – you don’t say if you are facing the same way as him or not, hard to visualize
+ 1| Attack: buck

[Prose]
+ 2| Emotion
+ 1| Flow
+ 1| Easy read

GAUCHO -- post 1

[Realism]
+ 1| Attack: shoves left
+ 1| Defense: takes the bite
+ 1| Defense: buck to chest
+ 1| Attack: rear attack

[Prose]
+ 2| Emotion
+ 2| Flow
+ 2| Easy read

ARYEL -- post 2

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: face slammed
+ 1| Defense: rump shoved down – the ‘back knee’ is the hock :)
- 1| Injury: not enough description of the pain from that last attack sustained – having a heavy horse slam on your rump, while sliding on mud, that your hock hits the ground, is liable to hurt a lot. Too much to ignore and go straight back into a buck.
+ 1| Attack: buck

[Prose]
+ 2| Emotion
0| Flow – your defenses seemed out of order in that first paragraph
+ 1| Easy read

GAUCHO -- post 2

[Realism]
+ 1| Attack: bite
+ 1| Defense: buck to girth
- 1| Injury: no mention of pain, or lack thereof – you termed where and how the buck hit, but nothing regarding how it felt.
+ 1| Attack: mud crow hop

[Prose]
+ 1| Emotion
+ 2| Flow
+ 1| Easy read – confusing second attack

ARYEL -- post 3 (defense only)

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: bite taken
+ 1| Defense: mud to face – although you said you took it to the right eye, then turned your right side to face him and could still see? Not sure how as then her left eye, the only one left to see with, was facing as opposite of Gaucho as possible


ARYEL

[Bonus]
+ 2| Breed
+ 2| Surroundings

[Injuries]
None.

[Creativity]
+ 1| Really enjoyed how well you mentioned the mud in each post.

Comments: You’ve improved tremendously since your last spar! I really see you digested everything you learned, and was impressed with how well you incorporated the breed and surroundings into this fight. You still seem to struggle with remembering to describe injuries and playing off injuries that you take in a fight, as I didn’t see any of her previous injuries taken in prior posts affect her in the following ones. You had a lot of great emotion in this post and I can only encourage you to continue on the track you’re already on :)

GAUCHO

[Bonus]
+ 2| Breed
+ 2| Surroundings

[Injuries]
None.

[Creativity]
+ 1| Interesting crow hop/mud fling idea.

Comments: You have also improved so much from your last spar! I was especially blown away by your prose, each post was a real joy to read. You have a very strong grasp on the mechanics of fighting as well. I can only suggest to you to remember injuries better as well, in how they will affect your character’s actions and how to describe the pain (or absence of) with every attack you do take. I definitely would like to see more of the surroundings affect your posts as well, because for a larger horse you seemed to keep up with the speedier Aryel a bit too well and I think the mud should have influenced you more with slipping/sticking. Otherwise fantastic fight.

TOTAL
ARYEL - 68
GAUCHO - 71


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Aryel Posts: 229
Dragon's Throat Soldier
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4
FennecFyre
#9

Aryel
I'm through accepting limits / 'cause someone says they're so.





Aryel turned to face Gaucho as he approached, wincing slightly as her injuries protested. She was going to be sore as an arthritic nag in the winter tomorrow. If their conditions were anything to judge by, it was obvious that Gaucho had come out on top. Still, she enjoyed a good fight and was satisfied that Gaucho would be an excellent addition to the herd. Furthermore, he appeared to be taking his victory humbly, and so she would accept her loss with dignity. Deep down, it embarrassed her that she still couldn't win a fight, despite her rank, but Kri had know what she was doing when she promoted Aryel, and the mare was willing to trust her. Aryel laughed quietly as the bay spoke, catching his use of the insult name she had given him, and committing his actual name to memory. "I should thank you as well," she said, "It was an extremely educating spar. I really like that backwards-buck you did. Smart use of the mud." She tried to remember how he had done it, figuring it could be an excellent defense tactic on nearly any terrain.

She leaned her weight to one side, lifting a hind hoof so the tip rested on the ground in a more comfortable position. "I'm glad to see another joining the military ranks of the Throat." she said. "I don't know if anyone has told you yet, but an equine named Tio basically trotted up and told us he was going to invade the Throat a week or so ago." Her ears went back. "I've got complete trust in Kri and the soldiers here, but I'd be pretty stupid to not take him seriously." She would've liked nothing more than to go out and shove Tio off a cliff herself, but she was almost certain he had a trick up his sleeve. He had to be either incredibly stupid, arrogant, or cunning to issue a public threat. Maybe he simply wanted to scare them, leaving their imaginations to run wild with fear at what he claimed he could inflict. The increased patrols and spars had certainly left some of the soldiers a little more haggard than usual, Aryel included. This horse seemed to be made of tougher stuff, almost like he was used to being in a constant state of alert. The thought left her curious as to his origins. Maybe she would ask later. The thunder rumbled again overhead, causing her to look up. Good thing they were getting some rain. Tallsun would no doubt bring a drought to the desert once it began in earnest.

"Speaking her mind." Rare moments of thought. Taking action.


Some things I cannot change / but until I try I'll never know.



Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.

Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.

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She spoke so fast. So many words. Gaucho tried to focus, but the ebbing pangs in his shoulders and the wooosh of the rain, made it difficult for him to focus. He lost most of what she said, only hearing thank you and spar and mud; still, that about summed it up. Tentatively, the bay reached his black muzzle out towards her wither. His nostrils flared somewhat as he took in her rain-soaked scent, quickly surveying her lithe blue form to ensure she was alright. Meaning to brush his nose against her skin, should she stand still, he slowly pulled away. A herd was family to him - regardless of how well he knew them. Victory, unless in battle, meant little to him; nothing compared to ensuring that Aryel was alright.

As she spoke of Tio, the bay grunted as if amused. "In-vade?" He asked, his deep voice chuckling at the idea. Although he had only seen a little of the Throat, he was certain they would be a formidable enemy to any who challenged them. As she spoke of Kri, he huffed a sigh, having not yet met their leader. He understood leader's were busy and yet...it frustrated his mind. Tossing his head no, he looked at Aryel again, deep blue-grey eyes appearing kind, if not completely intelligent. "Tio. No. Not with sar-gent Aryel to fight." He said with a nod, trying to pay the mare a compliment, but utterly failing at the wording. Still, he assumed she would probably get the gist of his intentions. Flicking his tail, he cast his eyes to the sky, squinting as large drops of rain continued to fall. While sparring in the rain was good practice, merely standing in it did not seem to be as good of an idea. "Gaucho to Throat." He told her simply, and began to walk in the direction of their herd land. Fearing, as she had during battle, the ramifications of flying in such a storm.



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#11

Aryel
I'm through accepting limits / 'cause someone says they're so.





Aryel watched him as his muzzle brushed her withers, but made no move to pull away, and her ears remained pricked upright. Maybe she even leaned into it just a little, accepting his gesture. She glanced over him for any sign of bruising, hoping she hadn't kicked him too hard, although with his tank-like build, she doubted she had inflicted very much damage. He certainly had a few rough edges, but on the whole, she liked Gaucho. As he spoke, she found herself needing to think over his second phrase before answering. She had already noticed that he was a horse of few words, but it seemed he had difficulty even pronouncing multiple syllables, or understand long sentences well. She could get a general meaning, but maybe it would be best for her to keep her words short for his own ease. She chuckled, recognizing his words as a compliment of sorts. "I doubt Tio has such respect for myself or the Throat." She burned with anger as she recalled how Tio had threatened Kri, telling her he would rip off her wings and force her into slavery along with her herd. He would never hurt her Commander, or the other herd members. Never.

A brief gust of wind and rain blew across the field, whipping Aryel's mane and tail and forcing her to squint against the deluge until it went back to normal. She nodded as Gaucho decided to go back to the Throat. "Good idea." she muttered, glaring up at the sky. Her thicket was calling her name. She turned and began cantering away, careful to slow down as she passed Gaucho so she wouldn't splash him with mud. "But we should talk again sometime!" she said as she drew level with him, before speeding up again. She settled into a comfortable rhythm, the sound of her hoofbeats lulling her into a calm that could only be brought on at an easy run. Gaucho would be a good addition to the Throat. She could feel it.

-exit Aryel-

"Speaking her mind." Rare moments of thought. Taking action.


Some things I cannot change / but until I try I'll never know.



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Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.



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