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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,472,true] Name- Predator Breed- Friesian Age- 7 Years Gender- Stallion Height- 17hh Alliance- Dark Health- 100% Physical l 100% Mental The sun rose ever so slowly, creeping over the horizon as the chilled grasp of the winter moon gave way to the warm embrace of daylight. Bright rays bathed the land, slowly seeping into the desert landscape and highlighting the reddish tinge mother nature had bestowed upon the ancient rock formations. A fitting hue for the land others had come over the years to deem the Battle Grounds. In some areas the sienna colored clay was so vibrant you could barely make out the blood of battles past and lives lost, it was as if they'd never been here and their troubles and toils were forever lost to the sands of time. That was of course only the case for some. Other regions of the land clearly told the tale of a brutal struggle between father and son, friend and foe, lover and ex, etched into the stones with a combination of splatters all over the walls and oddly shaped, long dried puddles marring the ground. It was in these reminiscent zones you could close your eyes and practically hear the screeches bouncing off the rocky barriers that enclosed the terrain in an arena type setting. You'd never know for sure what happened, unless you had been a bystander watching the clashing bodies, but you could most certainly try to imagine how fate played out for the souls involved. A looming figure stood above the landscape, his larger boned frame standing atop a rocky outcropping, which he figured was as good a place as any to survey the lay of the land. Contrary to what the hessian might look like in the early morning rays, he wasn't a ghost of the past, come to haunt the place his life and dreams had been lost to, nor was he a hungry eyed spectator come to watch fights unfold. He was here to become one of the many whom protected life as they knew it and life as they wanted it to be. He was here to protect Paratas, his kin, and squash the annoying parasite who had waltzed into his world and expected to leave with every god damn thing he'd worked for. His curiosity might be peaked at how anyone so small could find the balls to challenge someone so big, and his funny bone had been tickled the slightest at the thought of battling such a...tiny creature. Predator had the ability to lay all that aside though, threats against his beloved home and those he held near and dear - no matter how small the threat may be- awakened a furious raging fire within, boiling his blood and searing his flesh to the very core. He was possessive to a degree of obsession and he was protective to the point of over bearing. Predator knew he had the tendency to push those away by the passion he carried through life, but regardless, he would protect, he would fight, he would win. done. we've agreed on two hits one dodge, & two days max between posts. 663300

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/300uosz.png); height: 696px; width: 359px;,true] The laughing stock of the world; that's what he had been called in his young merry days. Slow growing, short, stunted, little legs, and lots of attitude. Everyone had picked on him. Everyone had insisted he'd never make it as anything in the world at one point or another he had proven every one of those challenges wrong. Now it was high time he took to the biggest challenge of all- claiming, stealing, and owning a harem. A strong, healthy, prolific, violent, bloody, perfect, harem. And hope to whatever god might be listening that his short stature did not bleed into every single one of his offspring. It was with that ideal set in his mind that he had set out to challenge a herd and the one he had chosen had been Paratas. Perhaps he could have done a little more legwork in the research department but the fact that so few stallions scents lingered there had made the place ideal for his starting grounds. It would mean less work emptying the herd of brutes and assigning the mares their new roles in the herd- and he knew they'd come around to his side because to him the ladies meant everything. All he asked for in return was a little bow-chick-wow-wow!- well, that is if he didn't have to fight for it. Kyrillos wasn't going to fight for anything like a few games. If the mare was that much of a bitch she could keep her precious body to herself and only herself- no other stallion. Period. Ah, but first he needed to get past the biggest barrier of all - plenty of pun intended. All his dreams and fantasies and ideas would go to waste if he couldn't fell the giant in his way. And oh boy was that giant firmly planted! With black pistons taking root where they stood the hellion had tiered over Kyrillos, a lumbering obelisk of shadows, bad humor, and even worse temper. The grullo tossed his head and snorted hard. Predator would be, ah, difficult to dislodge and he knew it. For all his bravado he really didn't feel as confident going up against the 17 hand giant as he had felt challenging him. His balls hadn't shriveled up and retreated or anything- far from it actually -but that didn't mean he was oblivious to the severe risks of such a fight. Win or Lose, Kyrillos would be limping away from the battle grounds today and probably every day thereafter. Pain was a cruel sickly-sweet mistress and she clung to every decision he made in life as though it were the only one that mattered and on some days it really was the only one that mattered; but for the most part Pain was just a lurking shadow to remind him that he was not always safe in the world and all was not forever well. His frosted black tail swirled behind him at half-staff, arched and swirling behind him, mimicking those of arabic ancestry and ever so close to the marwarii within. He stamped hard, trampling a small plant in the process and spun around to glare daggers into the dirt around him. What was he going to do? He'd gotten himself into this mess and he would be damned if he backed out now! No! He couldn't back out! He'd be a laughing stock for eternity if he did that and he couldn't become the butt of every joke out there. There'd be no respect for the little guys everywhere and it would be his fault. All his fault. Snorting he half reared and shoved his head into the air. It was time he got this over-with. With any luck he'd show Predator a thing or two about what a small-fry could do. For one thing it- well. . . he smirked at the thought and tucked it away for when he absolutely needed the gesture and marched to the designated battle field. Predator, not surprisingly, was already there and waiting. His ink-hide cast an ominous sensation over the mouse-dun pony stallion. A shadow of doubt colored his thoughts before being squished down with a brutal clarity of thought. I will win. There was no room for 'ifs' in his world only 'whens' and it would stay that way. By god he was determined to keep himself alive and win. He wouldn't leave until he won! Teeth bared in a sick grin he moved down to the massive heathen and swept a taunting bow in front of Predator. "So good to see you poised and ready. Ah I suppose you are going to finally take me seriously then my dear. Well then, good for you." he let the taunt slip out between his charcoal kissers with a lack of eloquence that said he felt the entire gesture wasted on the black soon-to-be-former-king. "Well, without further a-do lets get this show on the road," if there had been witness' to this battle he'd have winked at them. Instead he focused the bulk of his attention on Paratas' Champion and a sliver on what his first move would be and how he'd strategize. Name- Kyrillos Breed- arabian x marwarii Age- 6 Gender- stallion Height- 13 Alliance- dark Health- physical [ 100% ] mental [ 100% ] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - post status ( - complete - )

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,472,true] Name- Predator Breed- Friesian Age- 7 Years Gender- Stallion Height- 17hh Alliance- Dark Health- 100% Physical l 100% Mental Fear nothing, do anything and everything, then and only then you can win. The words twirled and swirled within his cranium until every little syllable, letter, and vowel sunk into the very flesh of his brain. He knew what the outcome of this impending battle was. He knew before the scrawny mutt even set one dainty hoof 'pon the russet colored sand. Paratas would remain in the hands of he, the demon who had ruled and commanded the rolling hills, expansive valleys, and shadowed forests for the past five long years. He who had spent hour upon hour molding his members into a respectable herd, raising his children to adulthood and then fucking bitches who threw themselves at his feet to restart the process all over again. Nothing would change. Predator would grow old on the post he'd selected years ago to fill his life with. More babies would be born, more members gained and lost, a new queen elected. This day was going to be another memory, another tick on his tally of threats squashed. Nothing more. His Spanish sculpted dome rose higher as his confidence grew, swelling in his chest until it puffed out like some sort of strutting bird, ready to show all what he was capable of. Predator's lids squeezed shut. He was gradually working himself into the 'zone', inflating his ego to record setting proportions. Tunnel vision consumed him. Everything else was thrown by the wayside. All his problems, all his heart ache, all the toils that plagued him on a daily basis. Gone and stored away for a different time, a different place. Today, right here, right now is what mattered, memories of the past were forgotten, thoughts of the future put on hold. There would be another day to meddle with his other affairs, but not in this moment. Now it was time to take the challenge fate had thrown at him and run with it, run into battle and emerge bitten, bruised and bloodied, but victorious. And run with it he did, fore the next instant his lids shot open, pupils widened to accommodate a newly risen hunger for combat as he sprinted down the hillside. Dust swirled around him, rocks scattered before him while he flew head long into the valley of sand. His pace was recklessly fast, much too rapid for most to maneuver the rocky incline. Predator managed to make it look effortless, his feathered daggers sweeping 'neath his chiseled frame with both ease and efficiency. His descent was noisy though, if anyone was in the immediate vicinity they would surely take notice of his speedy arrival. Predator cared not for what eyes may lay 'pon him nor what those individuals might think, his mind was focused solely on leaving the tricky topography for the flat expanse of desert. It took a mere five minutes for him to do so and as soon as his slated daggers hit the sand he became a blur, racing across the taupe colored terrain. Thick locks whipped about him, stringing his flesh. Pillars stretched to their full length, his belly hugging the ground. He created quite the picture. Probably the closet any Friesian came to resembling a Thoroughbred running down the home stretch of a derby. With such long strides he arrived at his destination in a short time. Stamina and years of hard work allowed him to pull to a sharp halt with little to no sweat across his hide. Granted the run hadn't been a long enough distance to tire him much, so it wasn't such a surprise he wasn't sweating, but it had allowed him to get a good deal of adrenaline coursing this his veins. The rush felt good. It readied him for what was to come. If... If his opponent ever decided to follow up on this challenge he'd ordered. As if on que the little mongrel suddenly came into view, his gait a bouncy sort of march. Morning rays kissed the hellion's figure, warming his blood and taking away the chill of a winter's night spent pacing as he waited for Kyrillos to hurry it up. Once he sauntered to a few yards length away Predator stepped forward, shoulders squared and head held high. The grullo's mouth opened, but what he said the commanding demon heard not. In one ear and out the other as they say. He supposed it was a jumble of weak stabs and jabs at him though, a few last attempts to poke fun. It was utterly rude not to answer the pony sized stallion so with a sharp intake of breath and a raise of his skull Predator let lose a blood curdling scream. The sound so loud and penetrating it had the ability to deafen all creatures, equine, canine, and the two legged humans. Then it was as if the world held its' breath, waiting for his next move. Well it need not wait long. With a violent toss of his dome he launched towards the other male, seconds after his ominous call. His body hung low to the sand, as low as possible for his 17hh frame in order to keep Kryillos from slipping under him to avoid the attack. He struck fast and unexpectedly, yellowed teeth snapping and aiming for his jugular, wanting to grasp the thin, pulsing flesh of his throat. Then with a snap of his vertebrae, not sure whether he'd made contact or not, Predator pulled back hoping to tear away something, preferably something vital. The more damaged caused the easier his job would be and the quicker his fight could come to a close. Let it begin. done. {aimed with snapping teeth at kryillos' jugular area} one + one hits, one dodge two days max between posts. 663300

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,472,true] Name- Predator Breed- Friesian Age- 7 Years Gender- Stallion Height- 17hh Alliance- Dark Health- 100% Physical l 100% Mental The satisfying sound of flesh tearing rang clear within his ears and only then did he know contact had been made. Bulging neck muscles hardened as the raven haired beast finished retracting his skull, a prize dangling between his incisors. He quickly spat out the thick piece of meat as if it were poison 'pon his tongue. Yes that jagged, charcoal hued mass of skin and muscle was what he had sought after, but it certainly didn't mean he wanted to devour the damn thing. Predator had claimed a place among the dark race since birth, he'd stayed true and straight on the devils' path unlike most. Some had this misconstrued notion that cannibalism plagued those devote followers though. Which certainly wasn't the case. He might enjoy the sight of his foe losing every ounce of bodily fluid possible, but that was his sadistic nature rearing its' ugly head and not the munchies. He cast little more than a second glance at the sizable hunk of meat he'd extracted from Kryillos, before his cranium flung back up. Body tensed instinctively and powerful boa arched, readying himself to either attack once more or dodge an oncoming barrage of strikes from the little mongrel. A sudden sting caused him to look away for a brief moment. Chocolate occulars quickly noted a set of scarlet colored teeth marks on his shoulder. At some point during his lunge for the bulge of his opponent's jugular, the slighter formed hessian in turn must have bitten through the ebonite flesh of Predator. All the grooves meshed together looked to be about the size of a yearlings jaw. It still hurt like hell though. You could plainly see the area of body tissue that was pinched by his front enamels and punctured straight through to the muscle. Fucking bastard, what was he some sort of teething puppy the way he was chomping on him like that? Whether it was the unrelenting heat pounding 'pon his imposing frame or his aggravation at the fact that he was merely fighting a poodle hybrid, for some reason or another Predator lost whatever control he'd had. Deep mocha spheres turned into blazing pools of burgundy as the Friesian's gaze shifted to glaring at Kryillos. Enough toying around, enough colts play. There was no need to hold back for the sake of this mangy pest. Why should he give a shit if Kryillos ended up writhing in pain, his tongue lolling out as blood dribbled down his chin? So without hesitating a moment longer he let lose another savage trumpet, the very rock walls seeming to shake at his call. Before the imposing beast could spring into motion to follow up on his battle cry something hugged against him. It took Predator a second's time to realize it was the miniature sized stallion. He never stopped moving for an instant, he repeatedly slithered along his figure in hopes of evading an attack. This act of cowardice enraged the towering Friesian. "Why not face your opponent instead of hiding beneath his legs?" The words left his mouth in a garbled snarl as flames licked within his gaze. Predator felt like a lactating female being continuously heckled by a hungry foal. How fucking aggravating... With a bellow full of vexation he swung his whole body weight to the side Kryillos was currently occupying in hopes to knock him either straight on his ass - with enough force applied to crack his ribs - or to the side. Just in case the latter happened Predator gave a half rear, fore pistons fiercely striking out at the smaller hellion's skull. By this point both males were clothed in the crimson garb of war, blood marring their hides and exiting wounds inflicted 'pon their bodies. He cared not about the pain nor damage exacted on his figure. Fore all this blood, sweat, and effort poured forth from his heart would all benefit the lands he'd slaved to protect for the better part of his life. It would be worth it. The aches, the soreness he'd be sure to feel, the scars added to his already flawed hide. It was all worth it in his mind. done. i didn't use my dodge. xD because i didn't know how to do this without making an extra post after yours, which i don't think is fair. so do you want to make your post and then just say your attack makes contact because predator won't dodge it? and i'll just post after saying what damage was done? i'm confuzzled. lol. {aimed with snapping teeth at kryillos' jugular area} {swung his full body weight at kryillos who's hugging his side in hopes to crack his ribs, followed up by striking out with his forelegs in case he didn't fall} damage done. {has a various sets of bloody teeth marks on his shoulder, a particular set managed to delve down to his muscle and leave puncture wounds} one + one hits, one dodge two days max between posts.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/300uosz.png); height: 696px; width: 359px;,true] "What's amatter? Poor baby can't handle something new?" Kyrillos felt a sick satisfaction at the knowledge that he'd dolled out damage to the shadow kissed stallion. It was, likely, no where near the damage that Predator had done with ripping that hunk from his neck but he was still pleased with himself. Beggars couldn't be choosers after all! He was caught, by surprise, by the violent force that Predator used to thrust his weight against Kyrillos. Startled into action Kyrillos abandoned his half-formed plan of attack in favor of disengaging the larger beast and saving his own hide. He bolted to the left, the weight and force of Predators charge knocking him off balance. his hips swung out under him much like a fishtailing truck and before he could get far enough away those damn hooves- damn! -struck hard on his back. Kyrillos would scold himself later for doing it but he cried out in agony as the massive knives sank deep into his flesh, bruising his bones. He hoped it was only bruising that he came away with. His hips rolled and rocked beneath him as they slammed towards the ground. It took quite a bit of effort- almost everything the grullo even had -to pull himself out of the way before Predator could land on him. Momentum he had to build momentum! Panting against the pain Kyrillos spun, wincing as agony raced up his back legs and through his hips. Something was wrong but he couldn't stop now. Couldn't hesitate. Hesitating could very well mean his life at this point. Gritting his teeth he tossed his head, nostrils flaring, and glared at Predator, pacing around the hellion. Well there went my chance to get up and under the bastard. . . Ky thought bitterly. He swirled his tongue around his teeth, rubbing at the blood that clung to his enamels. Don't let yourself lock up he scolded himself and forced his body into motion, propelling himself on his injured hindquarters. Blood oozed from both his neck and the two crescents that bit deep into his hips, on either side of his spine. If he didn't know any better he'd say predator was aiming to kill him. Why that was fine by Kyrillos! He didn't give a damn what the bastard wanted to do. Keep moving, watch, wait- There! With renewed vigor Kyrillos charged into action, arching his gun-metal neck and tucking his head low and under against his chest- as though he were going to try and knock the considerably larger predator over with his shoulder. If he couldn't get under the beast he'd just, well, he'd try something different, stupid, desperate. He didn't pull back on his speed, trying to get as close to Predators forequarters as possible he launched himself into the air, stretching his hooves out and baring his teeth in a strike not unlike the pounce of a wild cat. Where he would land he didn't know but he'd be damned if he didn't do something with this move! His hindquarters pulled up under his body as soon as he was off the ground, sharp flints guarding his precious underbelly from any surprise attacks he let a deep, rumbling bellow fill his lungs- though what came out was higher in tone and force than his rivals fierce calls that didn't make it any less pleasant to hear. Pain reared its ugly head as he tucked his hips under. Damaged, opened, flesh ripped and hissed as he flexed and pulled the wounds wider. His blood sprayed into the air. Dammit if his hips hadn't been hurt he'd have more force behind him! (( - ooc :: that works for me (: Kyrillos used his dodge so you can post a follow up on how Predator reacted to the attack and if he dodged or not. not sure if I'll need to post a follow up or not o-o - )) no attacks and no dodges left dodge ( - kyrillos dodged Predator when he lunged at him. narrowly escaping collasping on the ground. - ) second injury ( - he took Predators hooves to his back just above his hips; tearing his flesh muscles and bruising the bones underneath making it harder to push off with his back end, pivot, and bolt away - ) second attack ( - he charged at predator and leapt up at him in a move mimicking large cats with his hooves outstretched to strike at the stallion and his teeth barred to bite him. He tucked his back legs up under himself the best he could to try and protect his under belly. His goal is to land on top of predator or against his shoulders/hips and tear at his body - ) - - - - - - first attack ( - aiming a bite at Predators upper leg/shoulder. following through with pressing himself into the larger stallion and turning to stay as close to his side as physically possible - ) first injury ( - the bite landed on the top-ish area of his neck missing the jugular. a large portion of flesh was torn taking some muscle with it - ) Name- Kyrillos Breed- arabian x marwarii Age- 6 Gender- stallion Height- 13 Alliance- dark Health- physical [ 100% ] mental [ 100% ] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - post status ( - complete - )

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[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,472,true] Name- Predator Breed- Friesian Age- 7 Years Gender- Stallion Height- 17hh Alliance- Dark Health- 100% Physical l 100% Mental Charcoal knives struck out in repeated, fierce jabs. A quick one, two up and a quick three, four down. His sense of where best to attack was thrown off by Kryillos' stunted frame, so instead of risking not landing a blow he decided to strike out every which way possible. By closing all the holes he'd therefore close all escape routes. That was his aim. Steal away his ability to slither around like the snake he tried to be and flush him out from all possible hiding spots. If the runt of a brute wouldn't willing fight like a real stallion, he'd force him to. No more using his attacker as a shield. He was in the big leagues now and he need to play like males should. Cowardice would not be tolerated here. Kryillos had called upon the raven haired beast and challenged him to battle, there was no pussy footing around. If he wanted to decide that it hadn't been such a good idea, then so be it, but he would take his little fucking mistake and Napoleonic complex that had gotten him into this mess to the grave. There was no turning back. Predator continued to put pressure 'pon his opponent, spewing forth so much effort that a thin sheen of sweat broke out on his brow. He was to the point of practically groping the air when suddenly the dull, sickening sound of hoof on bone hit his laced back harks. Thud. What followed that pleasant thud was the sweetest sound his auditories had ever heard, it far surpassed the passionate wails of a whore in his clutches or whispering of a lover. That screeching holler of pain from dear, dear Kryillos. He felt immense pleasure tingling within and without hesitating a moment longer the Friesian flung all his weight towards the ground, his hungry eyes trying to make sense of everything through the thick mass of his dreads. He wanted to crush Kryillos. Break his spinal cord and break that damn, deep rooted pompousness that had caused this time leeching battle. Alas the bugger had fate and speed on his side fore he hastily fled out of further harms way. An aggravated snarl slipped from the behemoth's labarets as his rear came to a jolting stop, all hooves now back to earth and gathered 'neath him. His smoldering spheres burned with the desire for more blood shed, his plates only tipped in crimson when they should be coated. Predator wasn't satisfied he wanted more, longed for it and ached for it. Before a quick plan could be formulated an odd sight yanked his gaze to the left. Kryillos was hurtling at him, back pillars tucked and fore pillars thrashing about. His objective was unclear, but he appeared to want to leap the four hands difference between them and land atop of his back. The towering devil was left with little time to decide, so he did the only thing he could think of. Kneel. His joints groaned and knees cracked at the suddenness of his actions, but he accomplished it nonetheless. The only problem being that his rear half was still somewhat in the air. There wasn't much he could do though. So with head sheltered and butt up he braced against the extremely unusual attack. Predator felt flesh from his haunches being torn away by what he suspected was the path Kryllios' hooves had taken and soon red liquid began to trickle down the groove of his back. He'd avoided major damage though and with a grunt lifted himself to a standing position, all seventeen hands of him. Did Kryillos still think he could topple over the hessian? After everything? After he saw how close Predator held Paratas to his cold heart? After he saw how passionately he would defend it? Well then pity the fool who concocted such unattainable, impossible dreams because Paratas wasn't changing hands now or ever in his lifetime. He'd die on those hills and decay into the very ground he slaved to protect, down to the very last raven hair. one + one hits, one dodge attacks. {aimed with snapping teeth at kryillos' jugular area} {swung his full body weight at kryillos who's hugging his side in hopes to crack his ribs, followed up by striking out with his forelegs in case he didn't fall} damage done. {has a various sets of bloody teeth marks on his shoulder, a particular set managed to delve down to his muscle and leave puncture wounds} {has two almost identical pieces of flesh torn from his haunches where kryillos tried to leap atop of him} [disregard this i think we have it figured out] i'm sorry i don't think i was very clear love, i meant it wasn't going to be fair to you if i get an extra post in there because i couldn't fit the dodge in my other post. because that'd leave me with four posts and you with three. so i was wondering if i could just not use my dodge and i'll just post in OC what damage was done to predator. if not i'll make another post, i just didn't want to be unfair to you. so depending on your answer i'll edit this post accordingly. also love, could you explain kryillos' attack a little bit more? is he trying to jump on predator's back and stay there? sorry if i'm getting this all wrong. xD

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( ooc:: ooh! yeah yeah yeah yeah i grtcha now. nah it dorsnt bother mr if predator has that last post in there for the dodge. and yes ultimatrly kyrillos wants to end up on top of prrdator or on his side. ))

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i think this can be judged now!

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I will tally the judgements. I will post your results as soon as I can get a reply from the three anonymous staff that will judge <3

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Results:

- Ashley with Predator -

• Quality over Quantity - 14.5
  
• No God Modeling or Powerplaying - 14.5
  
• Realism of Attack - 14
  
• Attack compared to Other Opponent - 14
  
• Completion of Form - 15
  
• Spelling and Grammar - 14
  Total - 86 points.

- Fishie with Kyrillos -

• Quality over Quantity - 13
  
• No God Modeling or Powerplaying - 15
  
• Realism of Attack - 12.5
  
• Attack compared to Other Opponent - 10.5
  
• Completion of Form - 15
  
• Spelling and Grammar - 12.5
  Total - 63.5 points.

Congrats to Ashley with Predator.