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[complete] Sink into Reflex, Maskan

Kaj The Aurelight Posts: 381
Hidden Falls Conscript atk: 4.0 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2hh :: 8 Years 9 Months HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Arabella :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya Brit
#1



Air is split by large russet wings, beating it into submission as the heavy drafts slammed into his large body. Slowly he descends- it is an act of control that leaves his shoulders shaking and sweat beading along his spine. The wind is intense for Tallsun, but it is arid and hot, refusing to give those affected a reprieve with even a taste of a cool breeze. It is quite like a desert storm, one that Kaj is not accustomed to from life in the Edge and the rocky mountain range of his previous home. Dark coffee legs landed heavily, gratefully, along the plateau of coarse sand. Flight was aided by such heavy winds, if one was going with it, but his home lay directly against it and struggling against it was futile. Even he, blood of Noriker beating in his veins through his father’s influence, cannot use the strength and mass of his species to fight the overbearing southwind. Small particles of sand whipped up into his face and soft azure eyes squinted against the irritating sensation, banners snapping in the wind and momentarily blinding him whenever a particular gust would end and his forelock would flop back haphazardly across his vision in a streak of alabaster and gold.

Gaze, narrowed as it was, swept over what he could see through the tiny slit of vision he had. It is not a desert by any stretch of imagination, but it is flat enough to allow the wind free reign to build up power and speed. In fact it’s rather rocky, with shelves and clumps of rocks and boulders that jutted up from the flat landscape. Everything is mostly a dark red, almost like clay, but there is a surprising amount of green in the nooks and crannies where moisture can accumulate. Still, it’s dry and almost stifling, and Kaj yearned for the cool mists of the Edge. Nerves flutter like plucked chords in his chest, vibrating and playing a song that he is not used to hearing inside. It is a day for battle, for pride- a chance to rise in the ranks; show that he has the characteristics of a rank away from the masses. This battle is not fueled by adrenaline, rage, or any need to protect a person or a homeland. That is a battle that Kaj knows well, days far back when he felled many to protect his Mage. The chorus of the heart pounding in your ears, the roaring of a lion resounding from your own chest…that is something Kaj understands. He has fallen prey to the lust of battle many times, and feels almost uncomfortable in his skin doing something like this. Fighting another without that aid, that drive. It is a discomfort he knows will go away, once the first blows have been traded, but it makes him eager to get it over with; prove himself, because he isn’t about to let this title go to another without fighting for it tooth and nail. Even so he curses his kind nature at times for also supporting those who are running against him, knowing they are just as likely to win.

The thought is enough, and he is posturing without realizing. Already hulking frame lifted skyward, large chest pushing outwards in a display that normally would have made him feel embarrassed. This wind, annoying as it was to him, may come in handy for him during the fight. His wings ache from fighting against it, yet the idea of flight makes them twitch with interest as if they are sentient. Kaj slammed one long leg down onto the ground, feeling the reverberations up his leg that remind him of the toil in the Heart with Ink and Ree. Crown tilts up and he bellows, demanding that his challenger show his face. The gold-hearted stallion is no longer there, and instead he is the warrior that fits him best. His skin does not feel uncomfortable any longer, and he remembers every lesson that had been driven into his head from birth. This is all he knows, all he will likely ever know, and he is deeply satisfied with that. His song is carried swiftly away from his mouth and across the plateau on the back of the wind, a messenger that will deliver his demand to the one who will face him on the rocky expanse of sand. Defensively he prepared, wings moving forward towards his shoulders and centering his weight by moving his legs out away from his center of balance. Shoulders hunched and head dropped from regal pose, ready for the moment his opponent would appear and decide this battle.

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Word Count: 783
Setting: Relatively flat plateau, thick red sand that isn’t easily kicked up thus the smaller amount of particles in the air. Heavy south wind. Multiple boulders and shelves/ridges, other than that flat and almost barren. High noon, bright sun, cloudless day.
Other: 1/1, 0/4, 0/1
800 IC word limit; 4 Posts each, Defense post for Kaj
Gah I’m so nervous but good luck <3


Madyrn Maskan Posts: 87
Deceased
Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 16
Whit
#2


Amg I am sorry for being so slow ;-; I will make this thread a priority so we can finish it quickly <3

Also because this is an IC spar the land must exist someplace in Helovia. Maybe the heart based on your description?



"A fine display pegasus," rough vocals slide out from a smirking maw as Maskan steps into view, shedding the shadows from his backside with a certain reluctance. Still in their depths Madyrn remains, orange eyes flashing occasionally as he turns his head to watch the battle unfold. They have come at the request of their darling sister, each of them set to battle one of her warriors to test their skills. They both had to resist the urge to roll their eyes at this, certain that none of her soldiers could better them.

But they could try.

Maskan lets a wide grin split his maw as he weaves around the palomino in a wide circle. He maintains a casual walk at first, as unperturbed by the prospect of battle as he is by the wind blowing. This is where he belongs, where he has always belonged. The thrill of it occurring once more is an infectious giddiness rising in his gut that makes his eyes dance and his muscles twitch with anticipation. The excitement spirals through his legs and he shifts into a trot, his neck rolling like a dark wave breaking on the shore, tossing his head and spattering his mane against the opposite side of his nape.

He is ready, but he can't be sure Kaj is. The display is impressive, but those hooves sunken into the dirt with their stillness suggest otherwise. Does this warrior not know the first thing they learned as colts? Never stop moving. Maskan sighs, wondering just how thrilling this battle will truly be.

"Your move golden boy," he calls out, hoping to entice the duckling to move.



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Kaj The Aurelight Posts: 381
Hidden Falls Conscript atk: 4.0 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2hh :: 8 Years 9 Months HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Arabella :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya Brit
#3



No problem <3
Also I’m really sorry ;____; I was using the Explore Board type of land to give myself a bit of wiggle room so that was my mistake. This can be in the Heart if that helps then <3 would you like me to edit the summary at the bottom of my previous post to include that?

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Like a serpent he appears, slithering across the rocky terrain like a shadow. Words ricochet within Kaj’s listeners long before he is seen, praise that he is not used to receiving making him vaguely uncomfortable beneath his stony exterior. His mind is stuck in a mode he falls far too easily into, and though this is a spar that his mistress has set up, the compliment makes him feel uneasy and on edge. Even so he retains enough sense about him to give a curt nod. This is the man he must go against, and he has to prove himself. Even if he failed and his brethren advanced, so long as he pushed his soul into every blow he would have done all he could. Shards of sky linger heavily upon the frame of the other stallion, sizing him up for the fight to be. This is why he does not attack. One does not run headlong into a fight when opponent first makes face, for there are certain areas that are to be more vulnerable with every horse. He is older, and that only makes Kaj move his hooves to keep up circulation. Maskan was far more experienced, wiser with battle. However age may go in his favor, for Kaj had more energy in his prime. Surprisingly he is fiercely pleased to note that they are of equal mass, for that means he cannot simply slam the stallion to the ground for a win. Doing so was always terribly boring, disappointing. No, he could go rounds with this brute and be equaled out in weight alone. Even stranger, they are of equal height. It’s almost disconcerting how similar they are, for they will have the same advantages. Laughing pumpkin orbs stared back at him, clashing gazes. Kaj remains still and evaluates, for he is given the time to. In a normal fight, one for blood and honor, or for territory, this would not be granted to him. It would have been done in the charge towards battle, with little time to do it at all. Perhaps he seems weak; a fledgling in the older stag’s eyes, but wit can overcome brawn in a fight.

He is circled like a vulture, and muscles tense in preparation, grim face staring down the grinning one directed at him. After a few moments long legs extend and the darkly inked man is moving at a swifter pace. His own grin slowly slipped onto his face. A smirk. Oh yes, he knows what he will do next. Attacking Maskan while he is moving is not something he wants to do, for there is too much motion and momentum that Kaj does not have. Maskan however does not stop, and Kaj knows that he will not be led along and given every advantage. He can deal with that. Golden boy? The irony is rather striking. He chuckles internally, the fire building in his veins at the challenge Maskan is presenting to him. This is what he lives for, and his heart is racing faster even than the blood that pounds in his ears. He is almost dizzy with need to strike the first blow, to sing the words he has written into every bone through memory and experience. Eyes watch as Maskan circles. Tensing subtly, glad that he had prepared his muscles beforehand so that it is hopefully not as noticeable when he is ready. He debates his options, matching his own mass against Maskan. Rearing is out of the question, for it is definitely harder for a brute of his size to rise up like that. However he has an appendage Maskan does not- his wings. The circling does not stop, and so in a burst of energy and spray of sand Kaj lunged to his right towards Maskan. There is a moment where he fits in a single stride, for Maskan is at a decent length. Strong hindquarters drove him forward from his stride, forelegs lifting at a decent height. Powerful pillars drove down with purpose towards the brute’s left foreleg, intending to scrape and bruise it. Legs were vulnerable, especially forelegs. But he is not done, and as he does this his right wing rose towards Maskan’s face, slamming down towards his eyes to hopefully block his view and leave his legs open territory. It is a strange angle for his wing, to move it forward and then back so that the long hard flight feathers are the ones presented to the other stallion. There is little defense, for they are in close quarters by that point, and Kaj could not manage a bite with his wing in the way as it was. In his head, he mocks his previous words.

Your move now, isn’t it?
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Word Count: 800
Other: 1/4, 0/1


Madyrn Maskan Posts: 87
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Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 16
Whit
#4


A quiet descends upon their fighting ring as the two stallions prepare for the inevitable clash - the world is waiting with baited breath. Even the wind has stopped blowing momentarily and so the red dust settles prematurely back upon the topsoil. A short respite as the air soon stirs back to life, tangling Maskan's mane with cruel fingers.
In truth he is grateful for the air - it will help relieve the heat of this noon day.

As Maskan moves he can feel the gaze of Kaj settle on him like a tangible weight. He bows his head and picks up his knees, displaying his might and shielding whatever weaknesses the duckling hoped to obtain with his eyes. The old warrior simpers though, for he is returning the favor - it is a routine as well practiced as the turning of the sun, the sizing of one's opponent. Like Kaj he finds that they are equally matched in build, save for an extra pair of appendages adorning the duck. Maskan wonders if he'll use them, a natural advantage, or if he'll play more fairly than that? Maskan would hope Kaj doesn't think himself so superior as to deny his natural talents, but in opposite hooves the dark brother probably would have deigned to use them, if only to prove a point.

The interval for posturing and bluffing was spent as a golden body shuddered into motion like some rusty machine come to life. Teeth glinted beneath black lips as Maskan grinned wolfishly, delight dazzling in the depths of his vibrant gaze. So we begin.

Kaj breaks right abruptly, but his speed and movement would have been given more had his limbs already been in motion. As it was he hung for a heart's beat to shift his energy from resting to action, and in that time Maskan's head snapped around and he broke to the left. His strong shoulder led the diagonal charge towards Kaj, hoping to cut off the stallion's plans by abruptly changing his target. In a flurry of feathers Kaj threw himself skyward, hooves shooting out towards the jutting shoulder of Maskan. He drops his head for safety and slams on his forehand, the motion sending a painful jolt up his bones as the ground here is unyielding. The hurt is naught but a dull bite and is easily dismissed with the greater focus on maneuvering.

Those forehooves sweep down to Maskan's nape rather than his more vulnerable limbs now that he cut in closer sooner, throwing off Kaj's aim. His crest sways as it's buffeted, and though it is likely to bruise with that blunt trauma, his mane keeps even a hair of his hide being sheared off. Overhead the wing whizzes by, stirring the air about Maskan's ears, but otherwise his already dropped head keeps him safe from being clobbered by the chicken-arm. Maskan laughs into the dirt, a sound of true delight as he revels in this game of toiling bodies. Maybe Kaj would be fun to play with afterall if he kept this up.

Kaj's attacks happened simultaneously and in the time frame of Maskan hitting his brakes. Because the blows were oriented to his front end and largely deflected, they did not hinder the remaining momentum spiraling through Maskan. His foreward movement had been mostly eaten by the ground when he stopped, but pieces of it still spiraled through him and he used it, alongside his significant strength, to shove his haunches up and left. A hefty buck was throw towards Kaj's right side, likely to land near his barrel or shoulder. The blow would not be impressive with the way they were tangled together, unless the duck moved into it or backed away, but it should do enough to force the palomino on the defensive.

When Maskan's haunches landed the two should stand side by side, facing the same direction. With Kaj on his left, Maskan shoved off on his right side, hoping to ram himself into the stallion. With little distance between them it wouldn't be as useful as otherwise, but it should rattle the golden boy all the same. All the while Maskan's lowered head shot up, teeth snapping for Kaj's nape in a quick flurry of bites to drive him away and overwhelm him.

Youthful vigor be damned, Maskan was still young at heart.



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Kaj The Aurelight Posts: 381
Hidden Falls Conscript atk: 4.0 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2hh :: 8 Years 9 Months HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Arabella :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya Brit
#5



In a flurry of motion that he starts, they begin. Every thought is lost in a rush of now, now, now. Pulse is jumping wildly within his body, an animal inside. Yes, this is what he has been craving. Ever since his arrival, he had been aching for a niche to carve out, a place to call his own. This is it. This is his place in the world. The calm of his face has been broken completely, a small grin upon his aureate visage that is almost wild. Eyes are sharp- shards of aquamarine that promise Maskan that no matter who leaves as the victor, Kaj was going to give his all, because that was who he was. This was his world, and there was no way he was going to go quietly from it.

But now- battle. Previous musings were proven correct, Maskan having the advantage of momentum with their large bodies. Kaj knew it was inevitable, he would have had to have made a move at some point. Avoiding it any longer was foolish, and the fire of need had already driven him forth before patience could win out. Instead of diving away Maskan turned a broad shoulder inward, and they are in close quarters. It was not what Kaj had intended or desired but he is in a haze at that point, his own blood pounding so hard in his ears he almost feels dizzy. The sound of sliding, and the sudden lurch of the shadow stallion's hulking frame is enough to alert Kaj to what had transpired without having to fully see the sudden halt of his partner's body. His hooves find flesh, but his own wing is a blur of color that blocks his view. A jolt went up his forelegs from the blunt impact, a blow he had not anticipated but didn't regret. Perhaps not a smart move to move his wing in such a way, but by the time his forelegs are back on earth it has passed harmlessly over Maskan. The massive devil had successfully evaded him, but with the passing of his appendage his vision had cleared. The act twisted him somewhat to the right with the drag of his massive wingspan, but it didn't disrupt his forward motion much. Large chest huffed with excitement more than toil, eyes bright with exhilaration and lust for battle.

He spins, a motion that Kaj only has a few brief moments to prepare for. The coil of hind muscles is familiar, and he must act. Stay close or move away? But Kaj's body had decided for him already, even if his mind was a few seconds behind. The lurch that had brought him forward to attack Maskan was still thrumming through him. His body was in motion; it brought him forward, a slice of pain lacing up his right side as impact came to him. It was not a solid strike from Maskan, but it grazed him hard and would surely bruise, perhaps even bleed. Kaj winced when his hind legs came forward to push him onward and his right side twinged angrily at the action. The brute certainly had a kick to go with his massive frame.

Maskan shoved to the left, but Kaj was already headed diagonal into the man towards their right. They would surely collide, and Kaj had a single breath to bring his wing up high to avoid it being injured. Teeth flashed, and instinct drove his head down until he was nearly worshiping the earth with his nostrils- oh damn that sand burned!- to avoid the blows. The collision had taken all his momentum, but with his head down he had a better hold on his balance. Cranium already lowered, and knowing he didn't have much time before the brute changed direction with his teeth, Kaj took a daring chance-trust yourself- you can't let him win- and flashed his own teeth towards the hefty foreleg of his opponent, hoping for a good blow. It wasn't easy to kick out and especially up at the same time, something he was hoping for to avoid injury. The furious wind made his forelock sting against his face, eyes squinting as he tried to see well enough to aim. He needed to get away in order to obtain a better view. Grunting, he shoved his right shoulder towards the soft spot right behind Maskan's elbow, hoping to drive into his ribs and knock him away or shove the breath out of him. Kaj hoped that the massive push would get Maskan far enough away to gather himself correctly and let his mind free itself from instinct to protect someone who didn't exist. This was a friend, an ally he had to remind himself. You have no one to protect, Kaj.


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WC: 800
Other: 2/4, 0/1
Notes: Oh dear lord this was so hard I had to delete nearly two hundred words to make it fit. Hope it makes sense!


Madyrn Maskan Posts: 87
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Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 16
Whit
#6


The sound of bodies slamming together rung in dark ears like the sweet flutter of birdsong. Perhaps a cringe-worthy ruckus to others, but to Maskan it was the symphony of existence.

The impact shuddered up his body and hummed into his bones, but the distance was too close between them to earn any pain worth gritting teeth about. He'd hit the ground harder than that often enough on his own.
His teeth met only each other within the air.

His mind barely had the time to deliver a response, though he felt initially frustration, as any warrior does when their mark is missed, but that quickly shifted to a joy born from the thrill of competition. Half a set of twins means he was well accustomed to the drive to compete and prove oneself as better. Though he and Madyrn got along well most of the time, they weren't named after fire and shadow because of all their similarities.
The harder his opponent, the more fun was to be had. Make him bleed and he'd be fucking giddy.

Maybe he underestimated the duck... but he wouldn't admit to it. Should Kaj prove to be an eagle in the end, he'd never hear of it. Can't let him get cocky after all.

Not much time was given to ponder the true avian affiliation of Kaj however, as the cruel grip of teeth found something besides air. Not Maskan's teeth, but his leg.
An indignant squeal erupted from his muzzle while the offended left forelimb jerked away, rising and lifting a few times with his right foreleg as he tried to comprehend the abrupt hurt he felt. Weight leaned back onto his haunches to help free up his forehand for escape.
Not a snake as he first thought, just a yellow, fluffy, duck.

His leg was left red and raw along the cannon, the skin irritated from the hair loss. What blood there was only came in small beads, but it stung like hell.

Retaliation was sure to come, as Kaj seemed to know well. Rather than let Maskan gather himself, the boy's shoulder jabbed out, striking Maskan in his ribs. He exhaled a grunt, the pain an internal sharpness that made his body hollow around the source of impact while legs shuffled him to the right and away. His teeth flashed somewhere in-between, but it was high and wild, searching for anything yellow, perhaps a wing, in the haste to return fire while also putting up a shield.

The sensation of a dull ache settled into place on Maskan's left side as he stumbled to a halt, his still stinging left forelimb granting him less grace than usual. The sensation of pain left grim lines on Maskan's face, a glower settling within orange eyes. Somewhere along the sidelines the other brother laughed.

"You bite almost as good as you bark," Maskan growled out, referring to the previous bluffing done by Kaj. "Which might be saying something if you were a dog," Maskan's dour features shattered into a wide grin, laughter in his eyes.

No time for water breaks kid, Maskan's mind roared as he charged forward, offering only a few breathes in the time since he'd broken away from Kaj. Each stride on the hard ground echoed on his bruising ribcage and every sigh of the wind sprinkled dust on the tender flesh of his limb.
Their aches were like a dim fire feeding the machine of war that was Maskan.

He broke over the ground like a wave on the shore, furious and unrelenting - Kaj was the beach.
Forward motion slacked abruptly, an extended neck promising a bite, though it never came; a feint. Instead forehooves slammed the ground, once more rattling the bones and reminding Maskan of his age as much as his nipped cannon. His momentum sprung upward instead, knees popping to his chest as Maskan lifted in a tall rear. Haunches trembled with the new pose and weight, rear hooves digging into the ground as he gathered the strength of his hindend.
Was this why Madyrn always called him an ass, because it was the powerhouse of his body?

Maskan lunged forward with that hind shove, knees sweeping out in front of him, aimed towards Kaj's neck and withers, along the right side. Maskan hoped to use his weight and momentum to shove into Kaj and restrict him while black lips peeled back and teeth aimed for Kaj's head or neck.

Eventually Maskan would slip back to all fours, whether Kaj moved away or not, and in doing so Maskan would bring his hooves into play, hoping to scuff them alongside Kaj's right foreleg.
An eye for an eye.



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Haha awesome :3 I had to shave off 100 myself.




Kaj The Aurelight Posts: 381
Hidden Falls Conscript atk: 4.0 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2hh :: 8 Years 9 Months HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Arabella :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya Brit
#7



Like two boulders they crashed, massive frames unrelenting as they found each other physically. Kaj huffed out a soft noise as the breath that had once rested in his lungs was forced out his muzzle. Shoulder and hip protested at the sudden force presented to them, smarting a bit. At least my wing was spared.

Everything after that was momentum. Honestly he didn't want to get kneed or kicked in the face, but he wasn't going to stand for the old timer ridiculing him. He would win his respect or walk away bleeding. Anger and determination fueled him at these thoughts, and when his teeth found flesh he dug them in. Iron flashed into his mouth; blood. It wasn't substantial, but it was enough to make him dizzy with the familiar tang. A squeal fled Maskan's throat, and Kaj jumped in surprise. Maskan was moving back to get away from the pain, a natural instinct Kaj had faced a thousand times before. However he really did not want to get a face full of hoof, so he let his own crown move skyward. The surge that had brought him into Maskan had vanished when they'd collided, and he had to force himself to move with the momentum gone. However shoving Maskan away had proven to be a smart move, and he similarly shoved himself backwards- though not quickly enough, as the wild snapping of teeth clipped the top of his right wing, right along the bone where his marginal coverts lay. The thin bone protested sharply. Anger flashed in azure eyes, fleeting. Composing his face quickly enough, knowing not to let Maskan rile him up. If Kaj let that happen, then all rational thought would flee and strategy would no longer matter.

He sobered himself with that thought, not wanting irritation to force him out of the competition. So when Maskan set blazing apricot eyes on him, Kaj stared passively back. Glaring and huffing wasn't his thing, and so kept quiet. The words went right over him, and he merely offered a blink in return to the insult. Old man isn't very creative.

Movement. But this time, Kaj had space and time to prepare. Maskan was charging head-on, and he widened his stance to prepare for yet another collision. Wings tucked close to his sides, the right one aching at the movement. Like hell he was going to let Maskan get at them again. The wind was blowing towards him, and though the sand stinging his face at random intervals was not desirable, at least his forelock was no longer whipping his face. Cocoa hooves planted themselves into the sand. It came fast, a bite aimed far too close to his neck. Instinct took hold before he could stop, crown snapping up to avoid a blow that did not come. It's a fucking trick! Kaj was not one to curse, but was mostly upset at himself for not catching on. Minute narrowing of his eyes belied his frustration.

The rear Maskan went up into was prepared better, but Kaj would not allow his spine to be within reach. They were both tall, and Maskan having new height on him vertically made him alert to how easily his spine could be snapped. It didn't cross his mind that this was just a spar; too many wars had been fought, deaths seen. He was used to people trying to kill him. So Kaj rose to meet him, though not nearly as high from lack of preparation. Forelegs struck out towards Maskan's chest, but it seemed the other's pillars had a similar idea. Pain went streaking down his lower right shoulder to his knee, and he screamed. He landed sooner, and the flash of pain that traveled up his leg into his shoulder made him grimace and push weight onto his left leg. It ended up helping, for when Maskan slammed into him, Kaj knew he had to move or risk staying too still. Moving with the motion instead of against it, he wheeled off to the left. Teeth scraped his right lower neck due to this movement, and he hissed at the small sting. The injured right wing, aching slightly at the top, rose high and went crashing down towards Maskan's head. Kaj put as much weight into it as he could, hoping to smash it down onto the other man's crown while his teeth were still near his neck. As Kaj did this he turned even further to the left, planting front legs into the sand and coiling up, bucking out as hard as he could towards Maskan's ribs and flank. Pain flashed up his leg at the motion, shaking slightly, but he ignored it to the best of his ability, needing to follow through the entire motion.

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WC: 798
Other: 3/4, 0/1
Had to go down from 1,112 this time. You're killing me lady! This is like my first ever serious spar so hope I'm not too terrible?


Madyrn Maskan Posts: 87
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Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 16
Whit
#8


A scream tore apart the air inside Maskan's ears.
They slicked back to his neck, cutting off the miserable sound of defeat.

Maskan took no joy in bringing agony to a foe such as this, and truthfully he was startled by the sudden outburst of the noise from Kaj's chest. He hadn't thought he'd struck so harshly, but perhaps he was being overzealous in his desire to crush the yellow youth, as was often his nature to take something to far.

The alarming cry had distracted him, allowing one of Kaj's hooves to slip past his own limbs and strike the meat of his breast. They were in close quarters and with legs so tangled the blow was not as direct as it could have been, but the skin along the left side of his chest grew taut with swelling as the flesh beneath took a deep bruise. It would further hinder his left side's mobility as the pain in his chest, though not dire, would be constant with each stride.

Soon this would need to end or they'd both never rise again. Mirage would have his head if that was the case, and she was a hell of a lot scarier now that she could turn into a dragon.

As it was sweat darkened the nape of Maskan, brought on by the exertion as much as pain. A bit more Maskan urged himself, gritting his teeth as he fell away from Kaj. He could not let his age best him, but he would have to remind Madyrn they needed to start training their endurance more.

As hooves reunited with the ground, Kaj's wing met Maskan's head. Barely able to catch the movement in his peripheral, Maskan jerked his head to the right, but the strong, bony front of the wing cuffed him across his left cheek like a club. His body staggered to the right, thrown off by the force of what Maskan had always considered a weak appendage, and lead by the momentum of his swinging skull. The buffeting blow brought a ringing to his ears and stars dancing in his eyes; it felt like his senses had just been jostled free and were swimming around with his brain. The skin split faintly, revealing a line of red, but the cut was shallow and soon scabbed, although beneath the surface the tissues were more damaged and he knew he would be tender to the touch for some days. He was sure Madyrn would constantly poke at it.

In the short time since Kaj wing-slapped him, Maskan had traveled somewhat to the right to re-cooperate. Though he still felt partially unsteady, there were no time for water breaks.
Hind hooves whistled through the air from Maskan's left side. His rump tucked instinctively and his body tensed, but Maskan hadn't the time to evade properly by the time he grew aware of the buck. Luckily he'd put enough space between them already, and by pulling more underneath himself he helped shave off Kaj's reach even further. Those hind hooves just grazed the roundness of his ass and felt more like a kiss than an attack.

The touch and sudden thrill of fear shot adrenaline into Maskan's system and helped yank him back to clarity. Knowing he needed to act quickly to gain distance, Maskan shoved to the left, being rough on his right limbs which ground into the hard soil. As his left side hit the dirt in stride, he winced. Pain jerked up his left cannon, but Maskan barreled through it with gritted teeth and sinking ears. Maskan meant to curve around, following Kaj's movements and staying on his right side. Maskan's left shoulder led him, hoping to use it to jam against Kaj's right flank. Feeding off the anger he felt with each step of pain Maskan's teeth flashed out at Kaj's coup in that same instant.

Maskan's true intent was to upset Kaj's balance or movement somewhat, so that Maskan could lunge forward, lifting himself up partially. Maskan arched to his left, towards Kaj, forehooves reaching out to Kaj's rear legs, but attempting to grip along either side. The act was as much to further tangle up Kaj's motion, but would also help Maskan haul his girth onto Kaj's rump, where he meant to force his weight entirely upon Kaj's backside and hopefully collapse or trip his haunches. In essence it was a clipped attempt at mounting Kaj, a display of dominance and an assault, Maskan's hooves likely bruising Kaj's legs where they would squeeze against.

Maskan reflected that Kaj was rather pretty, but not quite his type. His genitals did not stir, although Maskan mused that would be quite a surprise if he'd been willing to risk his manhood for a little mid-battle poking.



"talk"

W: 800
3/4




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Hidden Falls Conscript atk: 4.0 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2hh :: 8 Years 9 Months HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Arabella :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya Brit
#9



All down his leg there was fire, the length of the wound distracting and painful. Blindly striking out, he somehow managed to land a blow against Maskan. Kaj didn't know where his hoof landed, and was just thankful it wasn't the injured one. His first instinct was to move away, uncaring of the next offensive attack. Being so close made it hard for Kaj to get away, collect himself, and get the pain under control. Sweat clung to his body around flanks and neck, darkening his golden canvas into a muted ochre. Crimson was apparent on his leg, and splattered in an artful array over his right wing and neck from vengeful teeth. None of it was pleasant, but the insistent throbbing of agony up his cannon and shoulder easily made the others pale in comparison. Focusing on it was not going to help him though, and though his wing ached fiercely when it made contact with Maskan's left cheek it at least seemed to stun him enough for Kaj to get in one more desperate attempt to push the other stallion away. Though it didn't connect, Kaj was more focused on getting distance between them. Every stride was a jolt of electricity, muscles twinging in protest. Leaning more weight on his left side, Kaj curled his wings inward to try and stop the throbbing he felt.

Running wasn't in his blood, despite his mother being of a lighter breed. Kaj was meant for heavy blows and brute strength, but he hoped the slight head start he had on Maskan was enough to give himself some reprieve. He was starting to very slowly wear down, the pain in his leg distracting. Sky blue irises were blown wide when the sound of hooves followed after him within moments, breath coming a little too heavy for his liking when he realized Maskan was pushing himself into pursuit. Turning to try and look at him was a mistake, for the sun was almost directly in his eyes. Wincing he tried to keep his eyes open, but it was hard with the wind still screeching. The slam against his flank was missed until the very last moment, but then the motion was unavoidable. Kaj stumbled and his leg screamed at the action. Gritting his teeth, he felt teeth graze his ass, hardly enough to do more than draw a drop or two of blood. Man, does he have a biting fetish or something? Of course he knew teeth were weapons, but he'd been bitten on the neck, wing, and ass. He was starting to think this was just a way to make Kaj ache uncomfortably rather than do any real damage. Staggering, his pace slowed against his will. With his mass, falling wasn't an option. In fact losing his balance at all wouldn't be good- if Maskan shoved him when he was off-balance then Kaj would be royally screwed. But he would soon really regret the way he'd worded that.

An embarrassing shriek escaped as Kaj felt strong legs clamp around him. WHAT THE FUCK?! The weight was substantial, and Kaj couldn't keep himself up without staggering and nearly falling. He wanted to kick so badly, shove his hind hooves into Maskan's legs, but there were multiple problems with that plan. First was that with his size, bucking and rearing didn't agree with him considering the time it took. That, and he didn't have the strength to lift himself and Maskan in order to kick. Sharp hooves dug into his sides, sure to bruise. Kaj tripped and flailed awkwardly, unable to hardly even move with Maskan pressing so much weight onto his backside. Kaj could do nearly nothing, pinned as he was, a struggling bird beneath the cat's paw. He shook himself as best he could to try and dislodge Maskan, forcing himself forward and wriggling. Long wings moved as far back as they could, ignoring the strain in his shoulders to try and smack Maskan away. They pushed the air, using the force to try and raise himself higher while also aiming for Maskan, though it was unlikely to hit considering his wings weren't made for the motion or lower target. Trying anything to get to a position where he could actually fight. It was embarrassing and the show of dominance made him both angry and flustered, wondering why he had to prove it in a way that Kaj didn't understand. Displays of dominance were normal where he came from, but he'd never experienced one like this, and it only continued to drive noises from his muzzle as he struggled. He hated feeling pinned and helpless, and fought the best he could to get Maskan off him so he could stop being so confused about these weird customs in Helovia. Was this normal?

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WC: 800
4/4, 0/1
Notes: LMAO I love this spar! Poor confused Kaj, oblivious baby <3 Love Maskan here


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#10


A sound fettered from Kaj's maw that was most unlike any mareish giggle or moan of delight that Maskan had ever known. All the same it brought the wide grin to Maskan's facade - an expression of triumph often worn when in this position. The moment would be short lived however, as Kaj was certainly no compliable bottom. It was not something Maskan was well experienced with, as he was not one to take unwilling lovers.

Kaj swelled beneath him like a mountain being born of the earth; powerful and unyielding. Gone were the supple hips of a fine lady smelling sweetly of ripeness, like a peach aloft in a tree - come instead was the sharp odor of sweat and blood, a cruel reminder to Maskan's fantasy that he rode a dog of war. He grit his teeth as he struggled to maintain his balance on the thrashing golden retriever, but trying to keep up on two legs was proving far too arduous. Maskan's strength had already been waning and now he felt it flood him almost entirely. With the sweeping of Kaj's wings towards his head, Maskan lost all desire to remain on his dog any longer.
Though the wing did not strike him, nor come very close truthfully, Maskan still felt the tender reminder of the last embrace of Kaj's wing on his cheek. Call it head shy, but Maskan slid off towards his right, tucking his nose defensively.

In the process of dismounting Maskan had enough frame of mind to forcibly shove towards Kaj, though it was less a feat of assault as defense as Maskan hoped to help get Kaj away from him or keep Kaj unbalanced while he gathered himself back on the ground. Similarly Maskan's hooves might clobber Kaj's hind legs with this movement, likely his hocks, but the blow would not be strong.
Maskan's teeth too were revealed with his gaping maw, but he delivered no bite force even if they found Kaj's skin. Maskan was more concerned with dodging that chicken wing at the time. He might leave a trail of spit however, which would surely wound Kaj's fashion sense.

Maskan intended to whirl around as soon as he was back on his feet, to direct his ass towards Kaj in case the youth had any immediate ideas of revenge. Staring down the face of a loaded gun tends to make you think twice.
At least, that was his plan.

Maskan pulled up short of his maneuver and his stride however, his head flung unexpectedly high when he'd just been cradling it in his chest moments before. The sudden slide off the gilded rump of the yellow rooster had left Maskan graceless and unkind to his injured foreleg and chest. His body hit the ground with a flop and the impact had sung all the way his foreleg, but it hadn't been a love song.

A grimace split his features into a grotesque display while his body limped in its next stride, still fighting to complete the pivot. Maskan fought to erase the image of injury from his features, and could only hope having his back towards Kaj would help shield him. It would not do well to appear weak now of all times.
Maskan could continue the fight, if needed, but he thought as much as felt, that the spar had finished. To let it end when he'd been astride the male was surely not how Kaj envisioned the finale, but it would do well for the bird to know humbleness. Hopefully he had the brains to not be enveloped in rage, but rather to learn how to avoid it happening again, by living through it this once.

Able to see most of Kaj behind him, Maskan still twisted his head over his shoulders and flicked his ears back towards his opponent. Maskan proffered a rough grin to help hide the wincing.
"You fight like that all the time, Mirage would be content to call you her Winglead." Maskan complimented, truly proud of how well Kaj had fought with him.


W: 686
4/4

Great fight!


Kaj The Aurelight Posts: 381
Hidden Falls Conscript atk: 4.0 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2hh :: 8 Years 9 Months HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Arabella :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya Brit
#11



Ok. Ok. Keep calm. This surely must be a custom in Helovia. This is a custom. This had better be a custom. WHY THE HELL IS HE DOING THIS?!

Why yes, Kaj was having a minor mental meltdown. Everything was about power in his homeland. If you held the title of best Protector, you had to defend it constantly. The oblivious stallion was used to all of that. Biting, intimidation, threatening, even full challenges. But never, never had they faux-mounted one another! It made Kaj's masculinity quiver and roar with rage, but it was easily silenced under the experience of acknowledgement of power. It was true he'd been put in his place before, so he turned to that instead of freaking out like he wanted. Every nerve screamed at him to lift himself to the air, damn fairness and sportsmanship. Kaj had stayed away from the air because he could not always rely on it, and was a bit rusty on the ground. Even so he had the desire to let the wind fill his wings, to show Maskan that he was no duckling, but a fierce bird of prey that was king of its domain- the sky.

Nevertheless the earthquake of his body had successfully removed Maskan, the weight sliding like thick mud off his hind end. With the new freedom, Kaj erupted into life like a volcano. Compared to having Maskan's fat ass on him- not that he'd ever use such vulgar language off the battlefield- he felt light as a feather.

Instinct took over for a few brief moments out of his control.

Freedom!

Spirit told him to hail towards the sky, show Maskan that he meant business, but Kaj slammed down that urge. Once again Kaj reprimanded the battle instincts driven like runes into his mind. This was not a fight to the death. Blood would not be spread over the sand that afternoon. Inwardly he kicked himself brutally in the face for getting so distracted, again. A blow came to his legs, but with Kaj's new movement in taking the loss of weight to his advantage, it was hardly even worth being called a scrape. Teeth grazed over his canvas in the same manner, and much to Maskan's idea Kaj did move away. He'd had quite enough of those teeth in his hide, thanks. Gritting his own, the ochre brute whipped his tail as fiercely as he could at Maskan's stomach, knowing it wasn't a true attack but also aware of how annoying the sharp sting of a tail could be. Wind buffeted at his wings, and it nearly lurched him skyward with their position. It was almost impressive, considering his frame. Maybe he was the fat ass.

Coming down from that brief hop skyward wasn't nearly as pleasant. Fire surged up his injured leg, dizzying him. Was it the wind kicking up the sand that made his vision so blurry? Every sharp breath that followed ached, both from the bruising in one of Maskan's first attacks and the harsher ones from the 'mounting'. But he could take more pain than a few bumps and bruises. What really killed him was the long streak down his right shoulder, persistent. Kaj needed more than anything to get off it, but tried to ignore it. Yet, when he turned, Maskan had his hind end aimed threateningly towards the younger stallion. Good, he needed space too. Needing a moment of reprieve as well, Kaj let his wings unfurl as if trying to touch the horizons of the earth. The wind came, and like an open canvas they were filled and he was aloft. The instant relief from his leg was bliss, and he could barely hide it. Hovering where he was, he thanked the wind just as much as he cursed it, remembering the sting of his forelock and the sand in his eyes and nose early on.

Quietly he remained where he was, though it strained his clipped right wing and shoulders to keep himself in one place. Hearing Maskan was a little difficult, so Kaj tilted his appendages slightly to bring himself forward on the next downstroke. Slowly his war face melted off like dripping paint, and a relieved, respectful smile took up the pedestal of his visage. It was over. "Thank you, sir. You are a worthy fighter, it was a pleasure and an honor to spar with you." Though the cadence of his words seemed almost old-fashioned, glow of kinship was hoisted within his irises. Maskan had won his respect fairly, and Kaj had no problem with admitting his highly likely loss. Youth was sore, and tired. But...he was happy. He'd fought his best, and learned a lot from the teacher his Queen had chosen for him.

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WC: 794
1/1
Thank you! You were awesome!

Injuries: Bruised right side, bruised two ribs on right side from first kick. Bite on right wing where the marginal coverts lay. Long gash from lower right shoulder to a few inches below right knee. Sore right wing from smashing Maskan over the head, slightly strained shoulder muscles. Bite on lower right side of his neck. Slight graze near croup from teeth. Bruising on flanks. Very light scrape over back of right hock. Generally sore and bruised heehee. (This is more for me than you, Blu ^^ Or I'll forget and won't put it in his little liner thingie majagie haha.)


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#12


K a j | M a s k a n
- - - - -
By my verdict MASKAN is the winner.
Maskan has been awarded 1 VP and has unlocked the battle buff ENDURE.

KAJ -- post 1 (attack only)

[Realism]
0 | Attack: Trying to scrape Maskan's left foreleg. I think this is a fine attack, however, this sentence. "There is a moment where he fits in a single stride, for Maskan is at a decent length." -- I have no idea what you are trying to say here, but I feel like you are assuming Maskan is within a stride's length away from Kaj. The distance Maskan keeps is defined as "wide", so I'm thinking like a wide roundpin, which I think there is more wiggle room than a stride. Good directions and tactic.
- 1| Attack: Wing to the face. The angle you are attacking at makes it to where this seems unlikely, since you are trying to place Kaj's wing in front of Maskans face. However, Maskan's head is there or should be assumed to be since Maskan's head is not explicitly ducked. Kaj's wing cannot evaporate around Maskan's head and then reappear in front of it.

[Prose]
+ 1| Emotion
+ 1| Prose: You write beautifully.
- 1| Easy Read: I had a lot of trouble with the statement quoted above. I honestly... do not know if I'm interpreting it correctly or not.

MASKAN -- post 1

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: Charging left to cut off Kaj's attack.
+ 1| Defense: Halting and dropping Maskan's neck to redirect Kaj's attack to the nape. Originally, I thought the nape was too far of a target, but after considering the turn and the head drop, I figured some part of his neck could be hit.
+ 1| Recoil: Taking recoil pain from the sudden jerk of the stop.
+ 1| Defense: Missing Kaj's wing swipe because of his position.
- 1| Attack: Kick to the barrel or shoulder. I think this is out of Maskan's range, well out of it. Maskan and Kaj are the same build, so I'm assuming the same length. Kaj's front end just hit Maskan's nape, and with your turn left, there is an even wider gap between the right side of Kaj and the left side of Maskan. You would be lucky to hit a hip or barrel, I think, but certainly not a shoulder.
+ 1| Attack: Shoving Maskan left toward Kaj's right side.
+ 1| Attack: Biting at Kaj's neck.

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

KAJ -- post 2

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: Continuing with the forward motion to lessen the damage of the kick was good.
0 | Injury: I don't think this detracted badly from the defense, and you also sufficiently describe the wound; I wanted to note that "right side" is extremely vague. Where on his side is this hitting? It's a small detail, but important in determining the actual severity.
+ 1| Defense: Moving Kaj's wing out of the way. A lot of people surprisingly forget about the wings in battle, so it was refreshing to see you remember it.
- 1| Injury: You do not state where Maskan's shove hits Kaj, the severity of it, or any pain associated with it.
+ 1| Defense: Ducking Kaj's head to avoid Maskan's bite.
+ 1| Attack: Biting at Maskan's foreleg.
+ 1| Attack: Throwing Kaj's shoulder at Maskan's ribcage behind the elbow.

[Prose]
+ 2| Emotion: Kaj has tons of presence throughout this entire post.
+ 1| Easy read
+ 1| Prose

MASKAN -- post 2

[Realism]
+ 1| Recoil from impact with Kaj.
+ 1| Injury: Bite to the foreleg. While I normally think it's smarter to avoid injury to the legs, I think Maskan's involvement with his own thoughts before this makes it realistic. It's obvious he comes into this fight underestimating Kaj, but I think you play this well.
+ 1| Injury: Shoulder ram to the ribs.
+ 1| Attack: Blind-aim bite vaguely toward the wing.
0| Attack: Rearing and tossing Maskan's front end at Kaj's neck/withers. This is a lovely attack, but you fail to mention which side it's directed to. I am assuming right, but since Maskan and Kaj have broken away, I do not know for sure where you are aiming.
+ 1| Attack: Bite to the head/neck of Kaj.
+ 1| Attack: trying to scrape legs down Kaj's foreleg.

[Prose]
+ 1| Easy Read
+ 1| Emotion
+ 2| Prose: You had some absolutely beautiful writing in this post. It was a pleasure to read.

KAJ -- post 3

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: Moving backwards to try to avoid the bite, but not being able to completely.
- 1| Defense: Rearing in response to Maskan. I think you had limited options here, with your response to the feint. However, rearing would put Kaj in a state of unbalance, and Maskan is a large opponent. The way Maskan's rear is written is more of a launch of his front end toward Kaj, kind of like a Maskan-javelin. I'm also not sure why you split Maskan's rear and jump when they are writen as a fluid motion. The rear is not an attack, but the preparation for one.
+ 1| Attack: Kicking with forelegs toward Maskan's chest.
+ 1| Defense: Taking the leg scrape closer to the shoulder and meatier upper leg.
0| Defense: Moving with the momentum versus against to minimize damage. I thought this was great, but the timing was off for me. I do not think Kaj would be on the ground and be able to shuffle movement in the same amount of time Maskan is leaping in the air and impact.
+ 1| Defense: Redirection of the bite to the lower neck.
+ 1| Attack: Wingslap toward Maskan's head.
+ 1| Attack: Bucking toward Maskan's ribs. Direction here would have been nice, though I oriented myself through your mention of left turning and using his right wing. I think this area is still a large aim, but at least you used ribs this time.

[Prose]
+ 1| Emotion: You got too mechanical in the end of this post, but overall it was good.
+ 1| Easy Read
+ 1| Prose

MASKAN -- post 3

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: Lessening of the force from Kaj's foreleg swipe by situational circumstances (distance, messy leg tangling, etc).
+ 1| Injury: The way you describe taking Kaj's wing to his head, along with the disorienting effects, was written well and realistically.
0| Defense: Right movement and tucking of the hind to avoid the majority of the blow. I am uncertain about the timeframe of this. His right movement seems more like disorientated staggering, paired with the loss of senses, seems to me that Maskan would not be able to react as quickly to this kick or get out of the way. It was still a good defense in theory, if the time frames correlated better.
+ 1| Attack: Ramming toward Kaj's flank with Maskan's left shoulder.
- 1| Attack: Biting at Kaj's croup. This attack is well and fine, but the order you have these attacks makes this less possible. Anatomically, the flank is in front of the croup, given that you are attacking slight from behind and at an angle, for his shoulder to hit the flank and bite out at the croup, his neck would have to be curved around some, but you don't mention it and the head is by default in front of the shoulder. I think switching the order, croup bite then flank slam, would have made this perfectly okay.
- 1| Attack: Trying to clamp onto Kaj's rear legs while Maskan mounts him. The movement of this string of attacks is wrong. First you are hitting his flank, then biting at his croup, now you are behind Kaj? I thought originally that I was misinterpreting Maskan's movement from the beginning, but you clearly write: "Maskan meant to curve around, following Kaj's movements and staying on his right side." This means Kaj and Maskan are moving approximately the same, and so there is no chance for Maskan to be falling behind because you mention no movement that justifies this sudden shift in direction. Kaj was last stopped to a halt, so even if Maskan is not moving forward, he is still not going to be falling farther along Kaj's side in aim.

[Prose]
+ 2| Emotion: Very, very Maskan.
+ 1| Prose
+ 1| Easy Read

KAJ -- post 4

[Realism]
+ 1| Injury: Taking the shoulder ram to the flank and being slightly unbalanced.
0| Injury: Bite to the ass. You minimize this attack, but you do not really have any defense to justify doing so. While realistic, it was just sort of brushed off, I think.
+ 1| Defense: Flailing and squirming to try and get out from under Maskan.
+ 1| Attack: Trying to hit Maskan with Kaj's wings to help dislodge him.

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

MASKAN -- post 4

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: Avoiding potential injury from the wings and struggle by dismounting.
0| Attack: Shoving at Kaj while dismounting. I am confused on how you are accomplishing this. Are you pushing with his weight or his hooves?
+ 1| Attack: Trying to scrape Kaj's rear legs in the descent.
0| Attack: Meek bite. There was no defined aim or even an intentional lack of aim for this.

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

KAJ -- post 5 (defense only)

[Realism]
- 1| Dropped attack: Failure to mention Maskan's shove.
+ 1| Injury: Distraction causes Kaj to take the scrape to the legs.
+ 1| Injury: Taking the mild bite and moving away.
- 1| Attack: Tail swipe. You are not allowed to attack during the closing defense, as your opponent does not have the ability to respond to it.


KAJ

[Bonus]
+ 2| Surroundings: You consistently mention the wind and dirt obscuring his vision as well as the sun.
+ 2| Breed Comparisons: You are always aware of the size relationship between Kaj and Maskan, as well as using Kaj's wings to his advantage.

[Injuries]
None.

[Creativity]
+ 1| "Ok. Ok. Keep calm. This surely must be a custom in Helovia. This is a custom. This had better be a custom. " -- Cackles.

Comments: Overall, this was a great fight. Your writing is excellent, and Kaj's personality is really prevalent throughout the fight. I would work on how you take injuries and defense strategies. I feel like you took a lot of avoidable damage throughout this fight to avoid having to describe a defense. You also did not justify a lot of injury, which I feel is selling your character short. Maskan is a good, experienced fighter, so it makes sense that Kaj would be taking damage; however, if you never attempt to avoid the injury, he would take damage no matter who he is fighting. You do not need to dodge everything, but you should think of some way to react that puts your character in an optimal response position. Keep up the good work!

MASKAN

[Bonus]
+ 1| Breed Comparison: You sort of ditch the breed comparison after the first round, and I never saw you use it in consideration of attacks. Your writing flows very naturally, but surely Maskan would still be sizing up his opponent at certain points.
+ 2| Surroundings: You mention the gusts of wind, the dirt, as well as the effect of the hard packed earth.

[Injuries]
None.

[Creativity]
+ 1| "Not a snake as he first thought, just a yellow, fluffy, duck." -- I found it very amusing Maskan referred to Kaj as "the duck" the entire time.
+ 1| Mount attack was creative and amusing.

Comments: You are an excellent fighter, and it shows. Even when I have disagreements with your movements, I am never confused about what you are actually doing throughout. I think you got a little confused with movement direction in this battle, but other than that it was a very solid fight. I loved the amount of personality I saw from Maskan, as well as the consistently good responses to attacks. Excellent job!

TOTAL
Kaj - 77
Maskan - 83

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