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[COMPLETE] We Will Stand Tall [Smoke]

Destrier Posts: 180
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 16 HP: 65.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Suli :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath & Merlin :: Plain Black Dragon :: Frost Breath Dingo
#1



HEROES MAY DIE

It had come as a surprise to the Friesian, when he had heard of the two open positions of Captain. He was unsure what had become of Sage, the golden Pegasus that had held the rank previously, but he was sure that it wasn't his place to ask. The great Weyrleader had decided to put a tournament in place to fill those two positions, and it was without hesitation that Destrier had risen to accept the challenge.

The black steed had seen many battles in his ten years of life. It had all started in the land of Gassul, where he had been taken away from his mother at the ripe young age of nine months, and sent off to train as a warrior amongst the other foals and those more experienced than him. It had been a terribly difficult time, learning so much while his mind and body still had so much growing to do, but starting his training at such an age had no doubtedly saved his life more than once. The battles fought in Gassul had been lesser than those in Vallhea, where he'd not only faced off against other equids, but humans as well. They, armed with their swords and other such contraptions, had been the most terrifying foe to ever go up against. If not for Bran, his trusted, beloved rider, he was certain that he would not have made it through that first battle alive.

But now, Bran was gone, and Destrier would have to fight his battles alone. Or... would he? Much had happened during his short time in Helovia; he'd met Tor, who was quick to steal his heart away, even if they still had much to learn about one another. With her, he'd become a father to twins, the colt and filly constantly on his mind as of late. With their arrival, he had been given even more reason to fight for this land.

All of this was filtering through his mind as he made his way towards the chosen battleground; a spot cleared mostly of trees, the ground level and free of any major rocks or dips that could cause one to go stumbling to the ground. Perhaps not the most exciting of terrains to face off on, but it offered the most secure of footing. Coming to a halt, the Friesian lifted his head and awaited the arrival of his opponent, Smoke. He knew little of the grullo mare, never having spoken with her, but ocassionally seeing her in passing. She was a smaller built than himself, standing a good hand or so shorter than himself, but he doubted she was anything delicate.

It was when the Wild Rose stepped forward that Destrier regarded her with respect, dipping his head with a graceful arch of his neck, a silent welcoming to the mare and a wish of luck. He knew not what the outcome of the battle would be, nor if he would advance onward in the tournament; only time would tell.

When the time felt right, Destrier made his first move in the form of a forward lunge, muscles quivering as he moved into a gallop to quickly close the gap between them. Due to his breed's heavier nature, he wouldn't be as quick to move away from an attack or come to a stop, but his blows would pack more power. Coming up beside Smoke, Destrier bent his neck to try and land a bite on the mare's slated hide, doing his best to curve after her if she tried to move away.

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[[Setting - It is afternoon in the Edge, with the sun high in the sky. There is a light breeze. Footing is flat, and the area is free of trees.]]

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#2
It had amused her to have been suggested as an option for Captain, and pleased her that Mirage had remembered the conditions around her departure from the Foothills and her joining on the Qian and the Edge. Pleased her enough that she had accepted the suggestion that she instead help test those who were truly interested in advancing amongst the warriors.

So it was that she had been chosen to test the one known as Destrier first, and even now went to meet him for his battle. She only vaguely recollected having glimpsed the dark stallion, remembering that first glimpse mostly for the start it had given her, thinking that Indy was here amongst the trees of the Edge. There was certainly a similarity between the two stallions in appearances, but a moment of watching had set aside that thought. He'd moved differently, with a warrior's grace and quiet danger.

Stepping from the trees and into the clearing, she saw the stallion already present, and smiled to herself. She had to admit that she was eager for a spar, for some action instead of wandering around the forest, waiting for someone injured to cross her path or a stranger to be found. It was with enthusiasm that she crossed toward the center of the clearing, pausing several feet shy of her opponent. Her head bent in return of his silent greeting, dark eyes watchful as she lifted her head again to await his first move.

As she expected, he attacked first. An ear twitched for the irony of predictable stallions. He was bigger, heavier, and so leapt straight for her. She shifted her weight back on her haunches as his powerful strides brought him closer, path meant to sweep next to her. Ah, at least he was original enough to not try to barrel into her immediately! But she had no inclination to give him half a chance to think to know what to expect.

Instead of dancing aside, she lunged forward in an explosive burst, snapping at his near side even as he did the same. Their combined momentum, in opposite directions, did not give his teeth time to find purchase on her hide, and they glanced off. She didn't expect to have any better success with her own bite, but the tilt of her head as she bit at him gave her a glimpse of his slightly curving trajectory, and she smiled to see that he'd expected her to move aside.

Another stride was taken as they swept past each other like jouster's steeds, and then she slammed on the breaks. Her hooves slid on the flat ground a little, much better than getting caught in a gopher hole or on a tree root, and then she spun around. A dragon's cry resounded above the clearing, wide wings casting a shadow that circled in silent threat as Zaffre finally showed up. Amused exasperation shot from the mare to the dragon, responded to with merriment. It was a heartbeat's exchange, and then the grulla leapt after Destrier, cheerfully heedless of his superior size and weight. She knew she was more agile, built for sudden turns and bursts of speed, and she surged forward with a surge of satisfied confidence. She meant to run into him, drive her left shoulder into his right, teeth prepared to snap at his neck. Absently she wondered if he would turn and face her, or try to push back. Or perhaps something different? Would this become a battle of wits or would she be more than he was expecting? She doubted the last, for only a fool would fail to notice her battle scars when initiating a fight. She'd noticed his.

(( 617 words, 1/4

Leaps forward and past Destrier as he closes the last distance, biting at his side. His bite glances off due to their mutual speed. Stops and turns around, then goes after him with the intention of slamming her left shoulder into his right shoulder, and bites at his neck. ))

Destrier Posts: 180
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 16 HP: 65.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Suli :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath & Merlin :: Plain Black Dragon :: Frost Breath Dingo
#3



HEROES MAY DIE


Oh, no, Destrier hadn't missed the thin, bare lines that were scars, stretched out along Smoke's body like artwork on canvas. Each held a story, he was a sure, just like his own, but now was not the time to try and decipher them. They were enough to let him know not to underestimate his opponent, and perhaps for once, he could judge this book by it's cover. She had to be tough, and know how to handle herself properly in battle.

His teeth met skin, but they were unable to grab hold of anything, simply grazing against the mousey hue of the mare's hide. It would leave little damage, if any at all, and silently he cursed himself for such a petty attack. The nicking of her hide had left a numbness in his gums, when his teeth had been pulled against her side, but it was quick to fade. He wasn't surprised in the least that she was able to dodge the brunt of the simple attack, and instead of simply stepping to the side to avoid it, she charged forward herself, executing a similar to his own. It had the same effects, however, grazing his silken hide and leaving more of a lingering sting than anything else.

Gearing his speed down quickly, but never once stopping, Destrier turned to face the mare, who now faced him in nearly the same place he had been standing just moments ago. Their movements were indeed similar to those of a jousters, and really, the outcome of this match would be quite the same as such a tournament.

It reminded him, of course, of his days with Bran. Several times out of the year, the young boy had chosen to particpate in the sport, whether it be for fun, bragging rights, or honor within the village. It was demanding work for both he and Bran, for their armor was heavy and the hits taken were brutal for the young man, but in the end, it had served as a good tool on the battlefield. Bran's aim had increased a great deal, and for Destrier, he'd learned greater concentration and a better understanding of reading one's body movement.

The sound of a dragon's cry from high above was what brought him back to the present, and his dark eyes settled back on the form of Smoke.

It was the tensing of muscles that alerted Destrier of the mare's planned movement, and only a second later did she come charging forth. Considering their close vicinity to one another, he didn't have long to formulate a plan, but within three of the mare's strides, Destrier had turned to face his hindquarters at the her, coiling his hind legs beneath him before kicking out with all the force he deemed appropriate for a spar against his own herdmate. Although he was fighting for a Captain's position, he found it wrong to use all his strength on Smoke, unless she did the same to him.

His newly gained magic burned and flared from deep within his barrel, yearning to be let out, but for the time being he resisted its use.

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#4
As expected, her teeth merely glanced off his side, catching only slicked down hair and only for a moment. An appropriate enough opening sally, two opponents making passing attacks while getting a sense for the other. But it was pleasantly surprising to discover that he'd wheeled about as well, just as eager to meet and clash again.

It was her turn to leap forward, and he in turn responded with the unusual. He was quick, turning about to present his hindquarters. Suitable response, but not fast enough to meet her agility. With only a few strides to spare, made more as she shortened them, she veered to her right as his head went down and his heels lashed out. His right hind clipped her left shoulder, scraping away skin and hair and raising a line of pain and blood in its wake. The first she dismissed for now as a small distraction to be tended after, too small to hinder her movements. The latter stained her slate shoulder black beneath the open sore.

Even as her mind registered the sting of pain and dismissed it, she drew upon her magic. Blue skies, green trees, and brown dirt all disappeared from sight as a cloud of smoke arose from naught but empty air to surround them. Their bodies were obscured from each other's views, but she knew exactly where he was.

Halting beside Destrier's right side she twisted and reared, lashing out at his barrel and shoulder with her front hooves. It was a short gesture, just quick and high enough that her hooves should hit their mark and not pass over his back. So it was she was quick to drop down again, teeth snapping at where she expected his topline would be even as she pushed off from her hind hooves. It was a technique she'd used quite successfully on Paladin, to obscure her opponent's vision and come in quick and hard with rapid attacks, all with the hope that she'd be too quick for them to move away.

As her hooves touched ground, without regard to whether or not her teeth met any purchase on neck or withers or back, she sprung forward with a quick, short buck at Destrier's hindquarters before surging away from the already dissipating cloud of her namesake. A few short strides, and she wheeled again to see what he would do next. A grin crossed her features, matching her high spirits. It had been a while since she'd had a good match, and this was the first in a long while that she could say she was honestly enjoying. It was nice to be pitted against one who was not aware of her reputation. Who would truly expect a healer, no matter how scarred, to be a seasoned warrior? Especially one who'd so recently been nursing her latest foal? It was, quite honestly, exhilarating.

(( 481 words, 2/4, 1/2 magic/companion uses

Slows and veers to right as Destrier brings his hindquarters around, is clipped on left shoulder and receives minor scrape which she then ignores. Summons a cloud of smoke as she stops and rears to kick at his barrel and shoulder, aims a bite at his topline as she drops back down. Jumps forward a step and bucks at his hindquarters before racing out of the cloud of smoke to turn and watch him. ))

Destrier Posts: 180
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 16 HP: 65.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Suli :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath & Merlin :: Plain Black Dragon :: Frost Breath Dingo
#5



HEROES MAY DIE


His kick had landed, quite gingerly, upon the mare's shoulder. It was no surprise, the absence of a full on kick beneath his hooves, instead a clipping that would leave little but a lingering cut on her hide.

Within a second of her veering off, Destrier was back on solid ground, standing on all fours, and giving a harsh snort as he watched her retreating form. At that moment, a single thought ran through his mind. There was more at stake here than a position as Captain; even if he did not gain that title, he wanted to leave this tournament feeling accomplished, like he had given it his all and proved what a capable warrior he truly was. The Friesian could tell all the stories he wanted of his old days in Vallhea, or even Gassul, but none of his new family had actually been there to witness any of those great battles. He needed to prove himself right here and now, on this very day, to show them that he was a proper fit amongst their warrior ranks.

It was time to get serious.

Another moment, and suddenly, a thick smoke had consumed the entirety of their battleground. Unable to keep from it, a single breath brought the Friesian a great discomfort within his lungs, and it was only natural that he was brought to a fit of coughing. It stung his eyes, instinctually causing them to pull shut against the burning sensation that they felt. His barrel quaked as another harsh cough was given, head dropped from the action. Not a moment later did he feel the sudden, harsh clash of hooves upon him; one hit upon his shoulder, and another at the topmost part of his barrel, just short of his back.

Despite his coughing and burning sockets, Destrier wheeled about and orchestrated a kick at the grullo, hoping either to hit a leg or the tender underside of her barrel. It would have been a wonderful display to send her to the ground, but alas, he wouldn't put it past the able mare to keep her poise and take yet another clipping before turning to run off. His actions brought forth a strain to his shoulder, for although there was no visible evidence upon either it or his barrel, they would surely bruise, for they ached and cried as it became painfully obvious that this fight wasn't over yet.

Because of his actions, the snap for his topline was in vain, for he had put himself into a position where it would have been impossible for it to hit anyway. After all, his head had been dropped from the coughing, trying to expell the smoke that had been drawn into his lungs. His moved positioning had also put a hinder on her buck, however, it was successful in nicking his flank, resulting in a jolt forward from the Friesian. He was quick to calm, however, and focused back on the matter at hand.

She reminded him somewhat of a pesky fly. Coming in for the attack, doing her damage, and then running away, only to come back with stealth and get him again. As the smoke disipated, he could see that, unsurprisingly, she stood several strides away from him, waiting for his next move. The warrior did not wish to bring serious harm upon his herdmate, and would do his best to keep from doing so, but they did have several healers within the herd... did they not?

With that thought, his next move was quickly decided upon. Drawing in a deep breath, Destrier faced the mare fully, and began to work with the magic deep within himself. The very air was beginning to grow hotter and hotter, searing, threatening to burn should the grullo decide to take a breath. She would, of course, for she had to, and she kenw not of his magic. When she did draw oxygen, it would feel as though she were choking on the super-heated air, but she would likely remain conscious.

From the moment he had begun this rapid heating of the air, Destrier had moved into a quick gallop to close the distance between himself and Smoke, taking up the opportunity of her misfortune to get in his own attack. Slowing his bulk to a stop at the mare's left side, Destrier rose yet again upon his hind legs, lashing out with forceful lashes at Smoke's withers and back. His forelegs were relentless as pistons drew them about, but eventually, the Friesian dropped back to all fours and, with a quick buck at her, moved away to mimic her choice of style.

He was ready to go all out now; was she ready to do the same?

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#6
Lips curved in a smirk as the sound of coughing filled her ears. The smoke burned her own lungs, but it was her smoke, earned quite literately by fire all those years ago, and she was quite accustomed to its effects. So she didn't cough, and barely needed to squint against the pervasiveness of the tendrils that wreathed their bodies.

Her hooves beat against his flesh, once, twice, and she sensed his swerve away from the shifting of the air and the movement of the smoke upon it. But she was already dropping, teeth meeting nothing but air as her forehooves touched the ground and pulled her body forward. His haunches surged against hers even as she moved away, the back of his legs shoving against her left hind. It threw off her stride, having that leg pushed into her and up, straining muscles that protested sharply at the unusual movement. Her white-edged ears swept back sharply in irritation, knowing how very close she'd come to pulling a muscle and putting herself at a disadvantage. But it was tremendously satisfying to feel her hoof make contact, however brief, upon the stallion's side.

Moments later they stood across from one another, the air clearing around Destrier with only a few lurking tendrils of smoke to show for the flurry of movement it had previously hidden. Wary, distrustful, she watched him as his features became concentrated. And then the air began to heat, rapidly rising from the comfortable temperatures of the Edge and reaching, perhaps surpassing, the dry heat of the Throat. Surprised, Smoke grunted as the hot air scorched and dried her throat, making breathing quickly very uncomfortable.

It distracted her from Destrier's approach, lending him the opportunity to race toward her with greedy enthusiasm for the opportunity to strike back at her. Vaguely it crossed her mind that it appeared she had a knack for riling up stallions in battle.

The stallion's slowing was his first mistake. Her gaze narrowed as she became aware that his approach was not going to end in a driving shove. Fool to not use his size to advantage while I'm distracted. Before he came to a full halt and before his body could climb toward the sky with the intent to use her as a meaty ladder, she flung herself into a roll-back to the right. Each breath was a screaming torture, echoed by muscles in her left hind that rose in protest again at the sudden use after their abuse just moments later.

It was a pretty manuever that quite effectively spun her out of reach of the cocky revenge aimed at her with flashing forehooves. But she wasn't going to leave Destrier without a surprise gift, oh no. A thought prompted a shriek from above. In an equally pretty manuever Zaffre performed a wing-over that flashed sapphire in the air before dropping at the black stallion's head. Jaws of pale white-blue and dark midnight-blue parted as the sleek dragon flared his wings after the steep plummet. Broad leathery sails grabbed the super-heated thermals provided by the stallion, and dragon-fire rained down on him instead.

Easy trotting steps, interspersed by dry hacking coughs against the hot air that so rudely invaded her system, carried Smoke in an arc away from Destrier. None of his strikes would land upon her flesh this time, for his foolish forgetfulness of her greater agility had left him standing and lashing empty air while Zaffre struck from above. And her steps carried her away well before he planned to drop and mimic her buck-and-retreat. The grulla was disgusted by his amatuer tactics. For a stallion so liberally scarred and so near her own age, she had expected more. "Is that -cough- all you have?" She mocked him, mind reaching out in wordless welcome to the blue dragon that had swept over to her and now danced on the slowly cooling air above her head.

(( 656 words, 2/2 magic/companion uses

Is satisfied to feel her hooves hit flesh during rear, only mildly affected by the smoke clouds (is what happens when you have your magic for five years), shoved by Destrier's buck, strains muscles in left hind. Affected and irritated by hot air, distracted until Destrier slows in his approach. Performs roll-back to the right and gets out of the way of his rear. Zaffre dives at Destrier's head, makes use of heated air to catch himself from his dive just before breathing fire over Destrier's rearing body. Smoke trots out of reach of the last buck, still dealing with the hot air, and mocks Destrier while Zaffre flies over to her.))

Destrier Posts: 180
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 16 HP: 65.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Suli :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath & Merlin :: Plain Black Dragon :: Frost Breath Dingo
#7



HEROES MAY DIE

Everything was happening in one big, rushed blur. He was lashing out for the mare's striped back, anticipating the blow of his hooves colliding with her back, her barrel, anything; but it never came, much to Destrier's surprise. She had moved away, quite an incredible feat considering the intensity of his magic, as if it had hardly even effected her. Her smoke had taken him by more surprise. But whether it was just because of his lack of experience with magic, or the sheer density of the smoke, he was unsure.

Still upon his haunches, he was already planning his next attack, but it seemed Smoke's little friend had something else in mind.

It was the sound of wings catching themselves on the air that alerted the Friesian of the dragon's arrival, and there was no denying what was about to happen when he heard the sound of it inhaling. Reacting quickly, thankful he had already begun his descent to the ground, Destrier performed a rollback of his own as soon as his hooves had stricken the ground. The maneuver simply turned his front end away from the flame, if only to protect his face, but he wasn't left unscathed. The flame licked his broad shoulder, the mere heat of it enough to reach around his pectorals and singe the hairs there. The most central area where the flame had hit left a fairly large spot of barren black skin, perhaps about the size of two of his own hooves.

The Friesian let loose a squeal of pain as the flames melded into his skin, presenting their burn, threatening to spread. Destrier threw his head about, and gave a buck, but when his weight came crashing down on his forelegs, he instantly regretted it. His actions had been instinctual, but they had been enough to cause a surge of pain to shoot through him, an incredible, pulsating tingle throughout the majority of his right shoulder.

"You must focus, Destrier," a voice from within his head spoke. It was not his, however, instead holding a tone that was eerily similar to Bran's. The elven warrior's voice was calm and yet firm, just the way it had always been whenever the Friesian happened to become shaken in the midst of battle. A fearless warrior they both were, but they were still mortals, susceptible to moments of weakness and all the emotions in the world. Oh, how he wished the young man was here, cheering him on... Perhaps he was, though, looking down upon him from the Heavens with that familiar fire in his eyes and that childish, lopsided grin on his face.

His eyes met Smoke again, and this time, they held not the warmth of a friend, but the dangerous fire of a warrior. It was no surprise that she stood so far away, yet again and without fail. It was becoming an annoying tactic, if he could have said so himself; was she afraid to lock herself in real combat with him? More than likely, she was simply using their great size difference to her advantage. She was quicker upon her feet, as she'd shown him more than once already, but a real warrior was able to adapt to these kinds of things.

Without another moment to waste, Destrier pushed himself into another gallop, eyes glued to the form of the grullo as he moved. With each stride he found his shoulder crying in pain, begging to be put to rest, ready for this fight to end. The distance between the two contenders was not great, however, so he pressed on, hoping that the damage done to his shoulder was not enough to put him at the very bottom of this tournament.

He was anticipating her to parry to the side, and so halfway to her, the warrior put his war stomp to use. A dark, rounded hoof thrummed

against the ground just before he gathered all four legs beneath himself, and in that instant the magic was released, causing a quake in the ground beneath Smoke. Hopefully, she would be sent off balance enough to disable her from fully preparing herself to dodge his oncoming form.

The Friesian drew nearer and nearer to the mare, his plan clear and simple. He wasn't planning to move at the last second, or come to a halt just in time. If he was able, he would slam right into the grullo's left with his own, and send her to the ground if he was able.


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#8
Amusement washed warm within her as an image flashed through the bond. Destrier, looking quite surprised when her little bit of fancy foot-work left him striking nothing but air. And then there was a rush of satisfaction when he did his best to replicate her manuever during his attempt to dodge the flame that obscured the dagon's-eye view of the inky stallion. That satisfaction was heightened when a pained squeal reached her ears. Hard lessons learned the hard way, I would think.

He faced her again, echoing the positions they had begun in mere moments earlier. Her ears twitched as she noted the fire in his eyes. At last, he was taking things entirely seriously. This was what she'd wanted to test in him, how he would react when pushed to the edge, how he would handle those who worked in tangent with a companion. Though, it did have a little bit to do with the fact that she enjoyed riling stallions up out of an analytical consideration of what to do next. And he behaved much as she expected him to do.

He surged into motion, barreling toward her for a third time. So predictable. Not that I've given him much choice. She didn't wait for him this time. Didn't launch herself at him. Instead she flung herself aside immediately, powerful haunches driving her forward even as her forelegs pushed her to the right. It was a short gap he had to cover to reach her, but she had greater acceleration than the taller, burlier stallion, and she intended to put that to use, make him work harder to chase her down.

But it seemed he'd expected her to not close, and employed the magic that came with his position within the herd. There was no warning, for he used it mid-stride, before the ground shook. It startled her, the unexpectedness of having heretofore steady ground rumble underhoof, and she staggered a couple steps. It was all he needed, evidently, for with a lesser rumble of hooves he bore down on her the way she'd expected him to do before this. Like a runaway freight train he barreled into her, slamming into her haunches. Pain bloomed with the massive bruises that sprung into being across her left hip and haunch. Her unsteady footing from his war stomp and her stagger because of it, left her incapable of doing anything to prevent him sweeping her hind legs out from under her.

With a grunt and an alarmed snort she scrambled desperately with her forehooves while her hindquarters swung around, driven before Destrier's momentum and unable to get purchase on the hard, flat ground. He swept past her as she half fell, weight falling on her already bruised haunches and garnering another pained grunt. But she was up again a heartbeat later, ears laid flat back against her nape as she got her right hind underneath her and only slightly favored her left. Angered by the humiliation of being knocked off her feet, however briefly, she spun to her right, wary of putting too much strain on her already sore left hind. A moment was spared for assessing her injuries, weight shifting to rest evenly on all four hooves, before she determined she would not lame herself through one more attack. Then she flung herself after Destrier, keen to chase him down before he could realize that his last attack had not been quite as effective as he'd planned.

Determination and anger lent her energy and speed as she swept up on his left side, teeth snapping at his shoulder as she swung into him. It was her only concession to her injury, to put it as far away from him as she could. Another burst of speed, a snap at his neck, and she swerved away from him, slowing down with an irrate swish of her tail. Only then did she let herself feel the pain of her injuries fully, limping slightly as she came to a stop, resting her left hind.

(( 672 words, 4/4, 2/2 ))

Destrier Posts: 180
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 16 HP: 65.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Suli :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath & Merlin :: Plain Black Dragon :: Frost Breath Dingo
#9



HEROES MAY DIE


Although the distance was not far, Destrier was reminded of the great rush that came with the beginning of battle in Vallhea as he charged full force towards Smoke. With his comrades at his sides, they threw themselves into battle without a second thought, intent on taking down the enemy that they faced. In this instance, Smoke was the enemy, but the murderous intentions that had often come with battle were absent.

There were no doubts that he wanted to come out on top, to win one of the promised positions, but if fate decided that someone else were better suited; then so be it. Smoke was reminding him quite well that a warrior must be able to adapt to opponents of all types, whether they were smaller, bigger, had wings, or magic. Her screen of smoke had taken him by surprise, and he would remember well to keep a more open mind whenever he found himself in the throngs of battle next.

The motion of the mare moving forward and to the right was something new, but the Friesian did not slow his in his locomotion, instead, merely adjusting himself so that he had angled left, lining the pair back up again. The seconds seemed to go by in slow motion as they grew closer and closer until, finally, his magic was put to use and the Wild Rose was sent into a flurry of motion.

As she flailed about rather ungracefully, his chest rammed into her hindquarters, undoubtedly sending her off balance as he continued by. It was not without a cost of its own, however, for the collision sent a waver of raw pain through his system. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was a key factor in warding off most of what he felt, but it did not mask it entirely, but it was not nearly as harsh as the continued throbbing upon his right shoulder, where he could have sworn was still alight with fire even when it was not.

A flurry of hooves behind him alerted Destrier that Smoke was already upon him, surprisingly enough. Had their collision done nothing to slow the juggernaut? Although smaller in build than him, she was becomimg quite overwhelming, for it seemed nothing could slow her down. There was hardly anything else she could have planned to do than bite for him, lest her dragon be looming somewhere above him again, so it was with quick thinking that he executed his last defense.

Planting his hind hooves into the ground, Destrier pedalled his fronts in his best attempt at a quick stop, dropping his head down. At this moment, he was greatful for his choice in battleground, for the ground was smooth and free of any slippery stone or hindering rocks. Considering their great difference in height, her first bite was still able to reach him, but with his sudden decrease in speed, her teeth scraped across his hide instead of meeting the full purchase she had been looking for.

When he had come to a complete halt, the Friesian settled into a towering stand and let out a heavy breath, dark eyes finding the smoky form of his opponent as she cocked a back leg which was obviously hurting her. Destrier's barrel rose and fell as he gulped in air, refreshing lungs that felt almost unused throughout the entirety of the spar. His thoughts began to wander.

Had he done well? What would Mirage have to say, if anything at all? He'd done his best considering the circumstances, for magic and dragons had been a thing of lore before he'd come to Helovia. Destrier could only hope that he had done his new herd proud with his efforts.

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4/4 attacks, 1/1 closing defense, 2/2 magic

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#10




D e s t r i e r | S m o k e
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By my verdict DESTRIER is the winner.
Destrier has been awarded one VP.

DESTRIER -- post 1 (attack only)

[Realism]
0 | Attack: Biting at Smoke's side. I wanted to note here that you did not mention which side you are attacking, nor which direction you are coming from. There is little description to tell me much about it in this post. I do think it is good that you mention potentially having to alter the attack to her movement, though.

[Prose]
0| Emotion: this post had lots of material that could have been made emotional, but it read as dry.
+ 1| Flow
+ 1| Easy Read

SMOKE -- post 1

[Realism]
0 | Attack: Biting at Destrier. You give me a little more to work with in this post than Destrier's, but you still fail to dictate a direction. While you may not have wanted to control your opponent's movements, you still need to clarify Smoke's movements, which ultimately kept me from awarding this point.
+ 1| Defense: Speeding forward to make Destrier's bite ineffective.
+ 1| Attack: Trying to ram into his shoulder. The only thing that made me kind of nervous here is that you are assuming he doesn't turn around as well, and then I think you should have mentioned something about being wary of his hindend. I didn't take off because I assumed you were trying to avoid predicting the movements of your opponent.
+ 1| Attack: Biting at his neck.

[Prose]
+ 1| Emotion: The first half was kind of dry, but you picked it up toward the end.
+ 1| Easy Read
0 | Flow: You had some areas in this post where better transitions would have been appreciated and the repetition of words made me ogle a little.

DESTRIER -- post 2

[Realism]
+ 1| Recoil: Oh, yes. I absolutely love the mention of recoil from the bite.
+ 1| Defense: Using the same reasoning as Smoke to minimize the bite.
0 | "The sound of a dragon's cry from high above was what brought him back to the present...." I'm not going to count off here because it doesn't really affect the fight directly, but, as a sidenote, you should not space out during battle. The mention of past ordeals is great, but you can watch something unfold and think at the same time. You also say Destrier doesn't stop earlier but this break implies he probably is just standing there.
+ 1| Attack: Turning around to kick out at Smoke while she is charging. While I'm not sure why you had him turn around to face her to begin with if this was your ultimate decision, it was still a good way to turn the tide.
- 1| Dropped attack: No mention of her slam. Even if you are kicking out at her, you still have to mention all of her intended attacks and how they affect the scheme now. I have no idea what happened to Smoke's bite, nor do I know if she hit you at all. You can't decide where your hooves hit her, but you do have to mention where and if her attacks land.
- 1| Dropped attack: No mention of where/if her bite lands.

[Prose]
+ 1| Emotion: A little dry still, but it was better.
+ 1| Flow
+ 1| Easy Read

SMOKE -- post 2

[Realism]
+ 1| Injury: Taking the kick to her shoulder.
0| Magic: This magic was not defensive or offensive really in nature, but was more of an add on to the attacks she does later. It was not creative in use, so I won't be giving you points for it. I just wanted you to know it wasn't missed.
- 2| Powerplay: "Their bodies were obscured from each other's views, but she knew exactly where he was." -- You cannot, absolutely cannot, know exactly where your opponent is when surrounded by thick smoke without powerplay or telepathy. Destrier could have moved from where Smoke anticipated him to be, and she has no way of seeing that movement.
+ 1| Attack: Rearing and kicking with front legs at Destrier's shoulder. You kind of assume he is standing still here as well, but never directly mention it, so I didn't count off.
+ 1| Attack: Biting at Destrier's topline.
+ 1| Experience: Mentioning a previous fight with Paladin.
0 | Attack: Bucking at Destrier's hindend. This assumes Destrier hasn't repositioned at all, and you do not mention giving leniency in case he has. I also do not like that you run away immediately after and essentially rob your opponent of the possibility to have stopped her.

[Prose]
0 | Emotion: Very mechanical for the majority of the post. At the very end, you try to inject this, but I still don't feel anything while reading it.
+ 1| Flow
+ 1| Easy Read

DESTRIER -- post 3

[Realism]
+ 1| Injury: Coughing/eyes stinging resulting from the dense smoke. This was very realistic.
0 | Defense: Taking the kicks to the shoulder and barrel. A fine place to take this attack, but no mention of the extent of the injury or pain.
0| Attack: Kicking out at Smoke. I think expecting Destrier to be fast enough to able to kick out at the belly of Smoke in this situation is a little off, but that you mention being able to unbalance her during a rear is great and you mention some wiggle room in his aim, so I kept it at a 0.
+ 1| Defense: Dodging the bite entirely was realistic considering his movements.
+ 1| Defense: Redirecting the kick to his flank. You do mention it's a minimal injury, but nothing of pain. I didn't count off because you went above and beyond mentioning his start forward from it, which was very horse-like of a response.
- 1| Borderline Powerplay: "She would, of course, for she had to, and she kenw not of his magic." Okay, the reason I am counting this as borderline is because logically, yes, Smoke has to breathe and unless she metaplays, she cannot know of his magic. Still, this is declarative language about your opponent. You cannot say what your opponent does or will do. You only get to decide how the attacks they set out for your character affect your character.
+ 1| Attack: Using magic to try and choke Smoke.
0| Attack: Rearing to kick at Smoke's withers with his front legs. Which side? Smoke has completely moved away now so I have no reference for sides anymore. You also kind of assume Smoke is standing, but this is less worrisome since your magic would likely have her choking on air... but still.
0| Attack: This buck is described as "quick", but you still extend this rear for a long time, and then have to land, and turn, and all of this is while you are assuming Smoke is at a standstill. I think this is a good defense attack when you are planning to flee, but its timing was off. Also, as I told Kachie, I do not like when I see people fleeing their opponent and robbing them of the possibility of a counter.

[Prose]
+ 1| Emotion
+ 1| Flow
+ 1| Easy Read

SMOKE -- post 3

[Realism]
0| Defense: Directing his kick toward her hind instead of underbelly. While I think your redirection was great, you do not seem to take into account that his kick would be about the same time as her kick. You make it seem as though she immediately starts running, when she was bucking before running away, but you still mention her hoof hitting cleanly. I did not count off because of the exceptional amount of detail spent on her stride and almost pulled muscle.
0 | Injury: Magic. You downplay this magic a lot. Reading the description offered in the text and the records, I feel like there should have been burning mentioned. You also stop the effects in her throat, but what about her lungs? The drying out was realistic, and her reaction was still good, so I didn't count off. I just think you copped out here.
+ 1| Defense: "Rolling back" out of his reach. I think this was a good move, but I had to look up the maneuver on youtube because I'm not all too familiar with the names of western reigning techniques. I think explaining her front end movement would have been good instead of just using the term because when I first read this I had no idea what you were doing.
+ 1| Attack: Zaffre breathing fire at Destrier.

[Prose]
- 1| Flow: The flow here was disrupted because you did not clarify a specific move immediately, so I was confused. You also separated mentioning that Destrier's attack did not land from your defense, and left it after a full attack from a dragon. Ultimately, this post was very disjointed in its organization, and I did not have an easy time reading, but not because any single point was unclear, but because you order this post in a strange manner.
+ 1| Emotion
+ 1| Easy Read

DESTRIER -- post 4

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: Scrambling away from the flames the best he can. Good pain and description of injury.
+ 1| Attack: Warstomp. This was a good tactic to use considering he is expecting Smoke to dodge any of his direct attacks.
+ 1| Attack: trying to ram into her left shoulder with his good shoulder.

[Prose]
+ 1| Emotion: Much better in this post than your others.
+ 1| Flow
+ 1| Easy Read

DEFENDER -- post 4

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: Trying to leap out of the way but being unbalanced and hindered by the War Stomp.
+ 1| Defense: Redirecting his charge to her hind end. I think considering the unbalance caused by the quaking the slip of her hind end was realistic. Good mention of pain and injury.
+ 1| Attack: biting at his shoulder and slamming into Destrier.
- 2| Powerplay: "Determination and anger lent her energy and speed as she swept up on his left side, teeth snapping at his shoulder as she swung into him." -- You cannot assume you catch up to your opponent, you can only attempt. Furthermore, you directly state she throws herself into him, which is flatly powerplay, even if I hope you did not intend it as such. It is also unwise to assume your opponent continues running. Since there is no mention of Destrier's intent after the ram, you are sort of hoping he keeps running here.
+ 1| Attack: biting at his neck.

[Prose]
+ 1| Emotion: Probably your best in this whole fight. Smoke was pretty pissed off and it showed.
+ 1| Flow
+ 1| Easy Read

DESTRIER -- post 5 (defense only)

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: Stopping to minimize damage from the bite and avoid the slam. This was a great way to combat Smoke's continued assaults through running. However, you neglect pain here once more. Even if it is not painful, you should mention that, but since you have the other bases covered, I won't count off.
- 1| Dropped attack: Bite toward the neck. Even though I assume you are using the same "remained stopped", you should have mentioned it. You could have made a comical note about how she snaps at the air here, which would have made me smile. Next time, make me smile and don't drop attacks.


DESTRIER

[Bonus]
+ 1| Surroundings: You mention the footing of the terrain several times here, which I thought was nice.
+ 1| Breed Comparison: You mention breed comparison a lot, but you also forget it at points in this fight and assume Destrier would have the same speed as Smoke.

[Injuries]
None.

[Creativity]
Nothing of note.

Comments: I think this was an excellent fight, considering how much experience you have compared to your opponent. You did nothing that was wrong with the anatomy of the horses, nor did I feel like you made a lot of "rookie" mistakes. However, I want to urge you to keep in mind the breed differences between Destrier and your opponent. Destrier is a large horse, and that makes him slower. I know Friesians can be adept at footwork, but in terms of short range speed, a little quarter horse or mustang build is going to be more agile. You need to work on dropping of attacks and being sure you include details on injury, such as pain and well... the injury itself. I feel like that is what cost you the most points during this fight. Just because an attack misses does not mean you ignore it. It must be mentioned! Also, you struggled with emotion during this fight. It can be worked on, but if you read your post and it sound dry to you, it is dry and you should insert some heavy emotion words. Laughing, scowling, frustration, etc. should all be mentioned. Overall, though, you did a spectacular job. Keep up the good work!

SMOKE

[Bonus]
+ 2| Breed Comparison: You are constantly aware of the breed differences between Destrier and Smoke, and you use them to your advantage during the fight in a realistic manner.

[Injuries]
None.

[Creativity]
Nothing of note.

Comments: You often have a problem of handling attacks in a realistic manner. I think you downplayed sometimes, and in other cases maybe there was just a confusion of timing. A lot of the time, though, I felt like you were responding not based on how it was written but on how you judged the attacks as a player. Even if something comes across as ridiculous to you, you sort of have to go with the flow and handle it in a way that makes sense. Honestly, I felt like your biggest problem during this fight was not taking your opponent as seriously as you should have. I was also surprised by the density of powerplay in your posts. Be sure to read back and weed out anything declarative with regards to the other character. At times, your posts read as very mechanical and did not carry much emotion at all. Overall, you did well in this fight and had some great tactics for attacks and defenses. Good job!

TOTAL
Destrier - 70
Smoke - 69


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#11
Sorry for the wait. The Judge wanted to make sure their verdict was as accurate as possible before releasing the rejudge you requested.



D e s t r i e r | S m o k e
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By my verdict DESTRIER is still the winner.

DESTRIER -- post 1 (attack only)

[Realism]
- 1| Attack: in a way, this is a good opening attack, as it's really hard to do them, but I think that you could have executed it in a much better way. First off, you do not specify on which side of her you aim, nor where in particular, mentioning only that you try to bite (however, plus points for mentioning that you'd try and stick close if Smoke tries to dodge). As you did the first attack in the opening post, it also leaves little room for Smoke to say where she would be in relation to Destrier, which is kind of borderline powerplay. (If permission to assume the opponent comes in and stands there was given, it's always best to state so.)

[Prose]
0| Emotion: this post comes off with surprisingly little emotion, as it does contain a lot of his past.
+ 1| Easy read.
+ 1| Flow, though you did change tense a few times.

SMOKE -- post 1

[Realism]
0| Defense: I know that the attack was not the most detailed, but my reaction to your description was "I expected more" - not necessarily that Des would land a bite, but some description of how and where they glanced off, and most importantly: it still would've been felt, wouldn't it? Did his teeth just rake across her skin, and if so, what did it feel like?
- 1| Attack: "she didn't expect to have any better success with her own bite" lacks direction and aim. The left/right is not an issue here as they're clearly head to head, but would become one should the bite land after all, as Destrier would have to know where he got bitten. But on the whole, you could've aimed from anywhere between his muzzle and his dock: his entire side is too wide a target to just say "I try to bite".
+ 1| Attack: charge to his side.
+ 1| Attack: biting towards his neck.

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

DESTRIER -- post 2

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: teeth to his side. Though I really would've liked you to state where it hit, you did describe the sensation and marginal effects of it (hence the +1 and not a 0 as Smoke's).
+ 1| Counter-attack: bucking towards her. I like that Destrier moderated his power as this is just a spar.
- 1| Defense: however, you also should've written that the pair of you collide, probably mid-buck, as she'd already committed to the attack and had to hit you anyway. The only thing you couldn't have been able to specify was where your hind hooves hit her.
- 1| Defense: no mention of her bite.

[Prose]
0| Emotion: this post seems a bit dry and emotionless to me. Try to put more adjectives in it! (Though, I know, emotion is one of the hardest things in a spar, where you can't fuel yourself with anger.)
+ 1| Easy read.
+ 1| Flow.

SMOKE -- post 2

[Realism]
- 1| Fight mechanics: you had already committed to a charge, meaning you cannot break it off and throw yourself to the right. As Dingo's was not a defense (for example, Destrier turning and Smoke running into his ass), but a counter-attack, she couldn't decide how/where to hit Smoke, but as it was a reaction to a committed attack, you would've had to follow up the initial plan, ie crashing into him (mid-buck probably).
+ 1| Attack: smoke screen.
- 2| Powerplay: ".. but she knew exactly where he was." Maybe she knew where she'd left him, but she can't know he's still there, as that is up to Destrier.
+ 1| Attack: rearing towards his shoulder.
0| Attack: bite to topline. Topline is defined, as far as I could find, as "the upper curvature of a horse's withers, back, and loin", meaning all the way from the withers to the butt (all sources differ, some include the neck (which would only make it an ever broader region, some not, so I went with wikipedia in the end; however, "neck topline" (poll to withers) also exists, so the deeper I go into the mystery of the topline, the vaguer the aim becomes). Even under the circumstances, it's not specific enough for me, and I would've rathered you'd just said "where his withers ought to be" or "the middle of his back" or "his nape" or something, depending on what exactly you wanted to achieve.
0| Experience: I actually looked up the fight I think you were talking about, the spar between Smoke and Paladin way back then. They differ in aim, as there she tried to push Paladin's head down, here she's striking towards Des' back and later bites his back. Nor would I say it was "quite successful" as she didn't achieve what she intended that time.
+ 1| Attack: spinning away and bucking.

[Prose]
0| Emotion: I feel that Smoke was less present in this post, it was to me, really, in the last couple of sentences that you brought her out.
+ 1| Easy read.
+ 1| Emotion.

DESTRIER -- post 3

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: coughing from the smoke.
+ 1| Defense: taking the hooves to his shoulder.
+ 1| Counter-attack: bucking at her.
+ 1| Defense: missing the bite.
+ 1| Defense: nicked flank from buck, as he'd changed position.
+ 1| Attack: magic (I actually checked when/how he got the magic, and the posts made after that, to see if he had ever let anyone know of it, to make sure that the assessment that "Smoke wouldn't know" was accurate).
+ 1| Attack: rearing towards her shoulder. I was a bit iffy on this one, as it can be assumed that you assume that Smoke is standing still, however, as you never explicitly said so (only that Destrier attacked physically at the same time was magically) it's okay.
+ 1| Attack: turning away and bucking.

[Prose]
0| Emotion: this post was better, but not quite there yet!
+ 1| Easy read.
+ 1| Flow.

SMOKE -- post 3

[Realism]
0| Defense: moving aside from the kick. While I think it's a good reaction, I feel like you brush it off too much. The way that her leg is being "pushed into her and up" suggests to me he swept low, where the leg is the most fragile to a blow (no large muscles to absorb the impact) and then forced it up, but the only mention is "nearly pulling a muscle", while I feel like it should've left a more lasting impact given where it seems it hit.
+ 1| Defense: spinning away from his attack.
+ 1| Defense: avoiding buck by moving away.
+ 1| Attack: dragon fire, though you could've been more specific in its aim.
- 1| Defense: coughing from the heated air, dry throat. However, I think that you downplayed the effects of this, as you ignored the majority of other side-effects listed in the records (dulling of senses due to hypoxia, frequently disabling the ability to dodge (by this wording, I assume it means you've got a lot of trouble coordinating mind and bondy), yet Smoke easily just dances aside).

[Prose]
0| Emotion: you're nearly there, but in the end, not quite there enough.
+ 1| Easy read.
+ 1| Flow.

DESTRIER -- post 4

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: wheeling away and taking the burn on the shoulder.
+ 1| Attack: War stomp.
+ 1| Attack: charging at her.

[Prose]
0| Emotion: much better, but not quite there throughout the entire post.
+ 1| Easy read.
+ 1| Flow.

SMOKE -- post 4

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: trying to dive out of the way, but stopped by the war stomp, though it would've made more sense if she'd pivoted on her hind legs to the right, as they "take off" using them (and that would put her further away, as turning around her front end would swing her hind end out).
+ 1| Defense: almost toppled by the ram.
- 2| Powerplay: First off, you claim to overtake Destrier, and also that he is still running, which you have no real idea of. Secondly, you state that you swing "into him", which is powerplay (something like "swung closer to" would not have been). On the whole, the attack would've been a lot better if you'd only attempted to come up next to him and tried to bite once, and this could've been done in passing if he stood still, but with "Another burst of speed, a snap at his neck..." you seal it as Destrier running, something which was never indicated at the end of Dingo's last post.
+ 1| Biting towards his shoulder.
+ 1| Biting towards his neck.

[Prose]
+ 1| Emotion. This post felt as if she was more present throughout, and not just here and there.
+ 1| Ease of read.
+ 1| Flow.

DESTRIER -- post 5 (defense only)

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: braking to ruin her aim, first bite glancing off.
+ 1| Defense: second bite missing due to him standing still.


DESTRIER

[Bonus]
+ 2| Breed: throughout the fight, you were good with thinking about breed differences and how they affected the fight.
+ 1| Surroundings: it was only, really, in the first and last post you mentioned the terrain, but when you did you did it well.

[Injuries]
0| Nothing of note.

[Creativity]
0| Nothing of note.

Comments: Good job! You missed out on a few specifics and attacks sometimes, so a good rule of thumb is to always ask yourself "Where does my character aim? Which side? What body parts involved?", and to always read through your opponents posts carefully and tick off "Did I mention that attack, even if it missed completely?" for every attack. Otherwise, you did well, though you could work a bit on the emotion - I, personally, find it very hard to find emotion in a friendly spar, but towards the end, when he grew more reckless, it got a lot better! On the whole, you've got a good grasp on fighting and the fight mechanics, as well as how a horse would move.

SMOKE

[Bonus]
+ 2| Breed: throughout the fight, you were good with thinking about breed differences and how they affected the fight.
+ 1| Surroundings: it was only in a post or two you commented upon the terrain, but when you did it, you did it well.

[Injuries]
0| Nothing of note.

[Creativity]
0| Nothing of note.

Comments: Good job you too! What I said about emotion in spars would go for you as well, though it got better towards the end. On the whole, I find that you do not mention a lot of pain, nor properly take the damage you should even in hard circumstances (the kick to her hind leg, the superheated air), so it's something to think about for the future. On another note, I also do not recommend moving away at the end of a post, but rather I suggest ending with the attack, as it does not create the borderline powerplay situation where you try to force your opponent into just taking every blow lying down and not trying to prevent Smoke from dancing away again. You can end by preparing to move away, meaning they have a choice to let you, but as you don't know what counter-attack they might throw at you (you could find yourself in the situation where you wrote that you moved aside, but their counter-attack might be to bind you to the ground, and suddenly you've created a messed-up timeline), I really suggest ending each post on the attack. On the whole, I think you did a good job, and you've got a good grasp on fighting.

TOTAL
Destrier - 73
Smoke - 69

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