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LINKIN PARK

Linkin had no idea what force was powering his hooves and making them move across the ground to the battle field. Perhaps it was the reminiscence of his friendship with Bayleigh, or perhaps it was out of the goodness of his heart. Bayleigh had gotten stolen, and while it did have him rather angry, he was far more angry with Bayleigh at the moment than with who had stolen her. Maybe his logic was backward, but he could still hear her accusing words echoing in his head, how she had blamed him for sparing her rapist son, whom he had no idea would become a rapist. And then she'd had the nerve to rub it in his face, as if she were celebrating the fact that she had been right and he was wrong. As if by default all children of rape grew up to be rapists themselves! Linkin let out a snort, growling deep in his chest. His pace was determined, but harsh, stalking forward with almost predatory movements. He didn't know anything about Razorblade Alliance, only that he was some Dark who thought it would be fun to steal a mare. He didn't know where he'd come from, what he looked like, or anything about his past. Quite frankly, he didn't care either. He just wanted to get the battle over with. But even if he won this battle today, he would not want to see Bayleigh's face ever again. He had tried to be friends with her again, but she had ruined it. And he could not find it in himself to give her another chance.

The weather was cold and dreary, much like Linkin's own mood. The battle field was unfamiliar territory to him. This would be the first time he'd set foot on the territory. He'd never had to fight a battle before, but he was finding himself looking forward to it. At least this might be a way for him to unleash his anger. All of the pent up rage had to be useful for something. He was not an inexperienced fighter. He spent a lot of his free time training by himself, though he would admit that he had never outright sparred with a partner before. His last fight had been with Rigor Mortis, and well, that had not turned out so well. That fight he had lost, but he would be better prepared this time. Even if he did not win today, at least he would be able to walk away and know that he had made the stallion bleed. It was cruel to say, but Linkin was unsure that he would try again if he happened to lose. He continued on, his hooves stepping heavily on the cracked terrain. The air was cool and dry, and the silence was so immaculate it felt deafening. Linkin did not see any other horses here fighting battles, but that reassured him more than anything. It would mean less distractions. For his first battle, he figured he would pick something easy. There was no need to give himself an unneeded disadvantage. He did not know if Razorblade Alliance had any fighting experience, and he was always going to assume the worst. Choosing the easiest form of terrain would make that part of the battle equal for both of them.

He walked a few paces more before settling on a spot. The land was flat, clear of any debris. There were a few trees growing in the far distance, but Linkin did not figure that they would pose much of a problem. He didn't figure that they would drift that far away from the spot he had chosen. The air around him felt tight with tension, even if it was before his opponent had even arrived. He hoped that he would not have to wait for too long. He was ready to start the battle now and waiting any longer might hinder the careful concentration he'd mustered. He was not afraid - this was not a battle to the death, and if Razorblade Alliance decided to change it to be that way, he would simply walk away. It was not worth dying over Bayleigh - not if there were other methods he could do to get her back instead. Even if their friendship had been severely damaged - if it even still existed - he did not think she would want him to die for her freedom. At least, that was the Bayleigh he knew. Perhaps she had changed too much for him to judge anymore. He took a couple of deep breaths, practicing inhaling and exhaling, trying to pour more oxygen into his muscles. He did not know if Razorblade would take advantage and make the first hit, or if he would give that courtesy to Linkin. Either way he wanted to be ready. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Name- Linkin Park
Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Mustang x Quarter Horse
Age- Five
Gender- Male
Height- 16.3 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 95% physically - colorblind; 70% mentally - mild schizophrenia, paranoia, derealization, depersonalization, avoidant personality disorder, anger issues
Terms- Three hits, one dodge. Five days to reply. Winner gets Bayleigh, played by Misty.

Hits- one two three
Dodges- one
Attacks- none
Injures- none

muse good
count 825
notes none
tagged fleabittengray with razorblade alliance

[fleabittengray]

there is no turning back now

YOU'VE WOKEN UP THE DEMON IN ME

Name- Razorblade Alliance
Breed- Belgian
Age- 8
Gender- xy
Height- 17
Alliance- Light/Dark
Health-
Physical: 100%
Mental: Split personalities; bipolar disorder; insomnia; panic attacks; perfectionism; auditory hallucinations; pyromania

He awoke from his sleep slowly, feeling disoriented and out of place. He blinked, snorting and grunting as he stretched out his forelimbs and heaved his heavy draft blooded body up onto all fours. Dead, half-decayed leaves clung to his side. He turned his head to look at them, huffing out a breath that frosted in the air in front of his nares, and then gave himself a rough shake. Most of the leaves detached from his chestnut frame, exposing the light dapples in the faint sunlight, but still a few more clung on. Razor growled to himself, giving his head a shake and yawning before glancing around him. Where was he, anyway? This wasn't the Whore House. He couldn't hear the screams of the tortured and the raped. In fact... it was quiet. Complete silence aside from his steady breathing. Chocolate eyes narrowed, confused. What the hell? He took a few steps forward, not knowing in which direction he was going, and the sound of leaves crunching beneath his dinner plate sized daggers filtered through his perked audits. This place was unfamiliar and he couldn't remember how he had gotten here, though he had a hunch. He figured that since it had been a few days since he had slept, and he was due to report to the battlegrounds to fight for the wench Bayleigh, his insomnia must have triggered another panic attack and he must have ended up here and passed out. Wherever here was.

"You best be finding your way out. Don't want to be late for your little meeting, now, do you?" The large hellion grunted, shaking his head and weaving his way through the endless maze of trees at a slow trot. It seemed that the forest went on forever but, at last, the foliage became less dense and he exited into... into where? He squinted, pausing in his movements, and surveyed the expanse of land before him. It was empty, for the most part, aside from the rocks and a few cacti. There didn't seem to be any real life. Strange. Was this a part of the Free Lands? It seemed too dead to be, added to that fact that there was no one mingling. There were scents of others here but they were faint, fading. There was the scent of blood as well. In fact, that seemed to be the one smell that permeated the air the most. That, and... he took another sniff... death. An invisible brow arched and he took a few, measured steps forward. Yes, it was the scent of death and blood that was here the most. Now that he was really paying attention, he could see carrion birds circling overhead and a few of the "rocks" were not really rocks at all but fallen, broken bodies of equines, ranging from pony to draft in size. His head tilted curiously as he continued to walk on. It was only once he had walked for at least an hour that he discovered where he was, and it brought a sinister smirk upon his maw.

A familiar scent had reached him on the breeze. It was the same scent that had clung to Bayleigh's pelt when he had first captured her. Linkin Park was here and that must mean he was at the Battlegrounds. The beast chuckled, going from a walk into a steady lope. He took deep breaths, following the scent to an area of flat lands with little debris around to get in the way. Well, that's no fun! he hissed to himself, licking his lips before letting out a low nicker to make the other hellbeast aware of his arrival. There were no words uttered as the sun began to set, casting long shadows on the cracked earth. Razor merely cantered forward, tucking his chin to his chest and keeping his pace steady. He was smiling as he neared the other brute and, at first, it looked like he were going to only run past him, but upon reaching Linkin Park, the Belgian quickly reached out toward the other male's throat, seeking to sink his teeth into his windpipe, while simultaneously coming to a halt, sliding a few inches. If he had met his mark, he would hold on. If he did not, well, then he welcomed to other to attack him. Linkin better have brought his A game because Razor wasn't here to mess around. He wanted to get this done and over with so he could go back and play with his newest whore.


"words!"

tagged: ebon w/ linkin park
words: 768
muse: high
music: various
notes: three hits, one dodge. five days to reply. winner gets bayleigh, played by misty.

attacks:
1 - he cantered toward linkin park and reached out to bite his throat, hoping to catch a hold of his windpipe.
dodges:

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LINKIN PARK

What I've felt
What I've known
Sick and tired
I stand alone

Why are you doing this, Linkin? Why are you fighting for someone who thinks of you as nothing but trash? As bad as the ones who raped her? Linkin's mind snarled at him. He could feel the beast breathing heavily in his mind, as if he were slowly being crushed by its very presence. Because this battle enraged him so, and with the absense of Kathy, the beast was as big and bold as it had ever been. The last time he had felt this terrible was when he'd been rotting away in the cells of Rigor Mortis, beaten and bloody, so delusional that he barely felt as if he were alive. Inhale. Exhale. Linkin's gaze was stretched out over the distant horizon, but he was seeing nothing. The entirety of his consciousness was focused on the thoughts that danced in his head, forever teasing him. You shouldn't be here. You should just leave her to rot. Accusing you of those terrible things! The beast hissed. Linkin considered it carefully for several seconds before rejecting it. However angry he was at Bayleigh, she did not deserve to be stolen away. This battle would be the last thing he ever did for her, and then he was going to sever communication from her completely. She was not welcome in Forbidden Ruins, though he would have to consult Kathy before making that particular judgment official. If she disagreed with him, then he would simply up and avoid Bayleigh instead. Though who knows, she might decide to blame you for letting her get stolen instead. He thought harshly. He churned his hooves on the ground, pinning his harks to his skull and focusing on tearing the Earth at his feet, trying to get rid of the surge of anger that possessed him at that thought. It was not that he did not feel guilty - of course he felt guilty that she was stolen, and perhaps she did deserve to blame him for not blocking her. But after everything else she'd accused him of, he could not take one more accusation from her.

Linkin's violent digging halted as he heard a nicker. He abandoned the task and glanced up to see a stallion approaching him. He assumed this to be Razorblade Alliance himself. He was only an inch taller than Linkin was and looked to be of draft descent. He was medium gray in color, with dark eyes. He was silent as he approached Linkin, the only noise he'd uttered was the nicker that had alerted Linkin of his arrival. Linkin immediately felt unnerved by him - especially by the fact that the hellion was smiling. Did that mean that he was an experienced fighter that was well accustomed to fighting, or was he eager for the bloodshed that was to come? Or was he simply doing it because it would be unnerving? Linkin's gaze settled on Razorblade, intense and strong. Linkin said nothing. There was nothing to be said; there was only the battle. If anything, he would let his attacks do the talking for him. Linkin had never dealt with a steal before now, and he was not enjoying it. It all seemed pointless to him, but perhaps what he thought was a waste of time was some kind of sick game for others. What Razorblade Alliance wanted with Bayleigh he didn't know. Perhaps he was treating her well, or perhaps he was forcing her into slavery. He didn't know. And he didn't want to know. Though, if he was treating her well, maybe it would be in his best interest to let her stay, though based on Razorblade's eerie grin, he was beginning to think otherwise.

Linkin eyes watched carefully as Razorblade began to move toward him, his pace at a canter. His pace was almost casual and it took Linkin several heartbeats to figure out that the hellion was making his first attack. Trying to figure out where he was going to attack wasted away several more precious seconds, and Linkin figured it out the moment Razorblade's teeth sank into his neck. How could you be so stupid! The beast snarled as white hot pain flashed in Linkin's brain, blinding him to every other sense of consciousness. Razorblade's teeth had missed his jugular vein and his windpipe, but the effect was terrible enough. Razorblade clung on to Linkin's neck and Linkin let out a whinny of frustration and terror. He had never felt so close to death. If he bit any deeper or shifted to just the right spot, Linkin's jugular would be punctured and it would be all over. I'm not going to die for Bayleigh. He snarled inwardly. He rapidly tried to figure out his best course of action. Attempting to rip Razorblade away from his neck would do far more damage, but Linkin could see no other option as the stallion clung on. The blood was hot and uncomfortable as it ran down the length of his nape. With a snarl of defiance, Linkin jerked away violently, trying to tear Razorblade away from him in the cleanest stroke he could manage. Pausing for a few, struggling, gasping seconds, Linkin made his own attack. He felt dizzy and lightheaded from both shock and bloodloss, but he tried to attack anyway, regardless of whether his jerk had loosened Razorblade's grip on his throat. He half-reared, aiming both of his pistons for Razorblade's face, neck and shoulders - depending on whether he had managed to free himself. His blows were uncoordinated and shaky, but they were strong and swift. Even if he did not hit the intended target, if he did manage to hit something, it would be damaged appropriately. Or so he hoped.

Name- Linkin Park
Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Mustang x Quarter Horse
Age- Five
Gender- Male
Height- 16.3 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 80% physically - throat injury, colorblind; 70% mentally - mild schizophrenia, paranoia, derealization, depersonalization, avoidant personality disorder, anger issues
Terms- Three hits, one dodge. Five days to reply. Winner gets Bayleigh, played by Misty.

Hits- one two three
Dodges- one
Attacks-
1) Half-reared and attempted to bruise/cut Razorblade's face, neck and shoulders with his front hooves

Injuries-
1) A gash in his throat from Razorblade's teeth, heavy to moderate bleeding and mild bruising

muse good
count 991
notes Linkin is colorblind - which is why he described Razorblade as medium-gray.
lyrics Unforgiven II by Metallica
tagged fleabittengray with Razorblade Alliance

[fleabittengray]

there is no turning back now

YOU'VE WOKEN UP THE DEMON IN ME

Name- Razorblade Alliance
Breed- Belgian
Age- 8
Gender- xy
Height- 17
Alliance- Light/Dark
Health-
Physical:
1st attack: Scrape on his right cheek, 3 inch gash on the left side of his neck
Mental: Split personalities; bipolar disorder; insomnia; panic attacks; perfectionism; auditory hallucinations; pyromania


This battle, it meant very little to him. In all honesty, Razor did not care if he lost or if he won. He had already done what he wanted with Bayleigh, had tortured and tormented her to the best of his abilities, had starved her and not allowed her to drink water, making her weak and vulnerable. There wasn't much else to do with her and he might have even let her go back home with the next few days or weeks but the fact that it was difficult for her to carry children was just too good to be true. It was perfect for her current occupation - a whore and nothing more. At the moment, she was alongside Clover, a broken gal if he ever knew one, and Willow, the temptress who refused to be broken and yet still listened to each and every command for fear that a child's life would come to an end. What a silly bitch she was! Didn't she knew that the children would die anyone? Once they stopped serving Charm, once they became too independent, they were slaughtered. There were some that remained loyal to him, addicted to his wicked love, but still others grew up and left Neverland far behind. It was frequently these slowly developing princes and princesses that Charm used to trick Willow into her obedience.

His corrupt smile grew larger, spreading to his coffee tinted orbs and making them spark, a fire lighting in those brown pools of lust and darkness. He thought once more of Willow's stupidity before focusing again on the battle as his mouth filled with hot, metallic blood. He huffed out a breath, not enjoying the flow of liquid that dripped down his throat, but he refused to let go. He did not pull. He did not move. He simply stood there and held on, applying a steady pressure to Linkin's neck. He knew that he could easily kill him right now. Linkin's life was in his hooves. By just sinking his teeth in deeper or pulling back would result in a fatal injury. Razor could almost feel the pulse of the others jugular vein but it could have just as easily been his imagination. He chuckled, the sound distorted by the mouthful of flesh he currently had, but the noise was cut off by the sudden jerk of the brute's neck away from him. Razor grunted, attempting to hold on, but Linkin had pulled at exactly the right angle in just the right way. He was left with a few hairs on his tongue which he pressed against the back of his teeth, unmoving as he waited for Linkin to retaliate. There was a brief pause where the Belgian took the opportunity to pin his ears and snap his teeth at the crossbred mutt, though his chin was quickly pulled back to his chest as the other half-reared.

An annoyed squeal left the beast's maw as he felt one hoof graze his right cheek and he jerked away from it, though this proved to be a mistake. Moments later, he felt another hoof make contact, this time with the left side of his neck. He flinched as he felt his skin slice open, ears laying back in discomfort, but he wasted no time in assessing his injury. Instead, he lunged once more for his opponent, rearing above him. He knew that it exposed his sensitive underbelly but it was a risk he was willing to take. He was up only for a split second, front pillars kicking at Linkin's face before coming back down hard, aiming at the smaller stallion's head. He wanted to knock him out, to make him see stars, to bring him to his knees and forfeit this match. He began to laugh, a deep chuckle the flowed from his lips like poison. He licked his lips, winking at the beast before turning and sprinting away. His heavy hooves thudded on the terrain in a steady rhythm and he looked back over his shoulder, wondering if Linkin would give chase or if he would stand there like an idiot. Either way, he was just toying with him. He was the cat and Linkin was the mouse; he wasn't quite ready for his meal to be over just yet.


"words!"

tagged:

[/font][/font] ebon w/ linkin park
words: 729
muse: high
music: a little piece of heaven - avenged sevenfold, hail to the king - avenged sevenfold
notes: three hits, one dodge. five days to reply. winner gets bayleigh, played by misty.

attacks:
1 - he cantered toward linkin park and reached out to bite his throat, hoping to catch a hold of his windpipe.
2 - he reared up, kicking out at linkin's face a few times, before coming back down, aiming to hit linkin's head with one or both hooves as he did so
dodges:
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LINKIN PARK

Could you be there?
'Cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven, too?

Linkin's eyelids fluttered as he tried to regain his proper footing. He felt terrible and sick, his head swimming and his senses spinning away. He was vaguely aware of the beast shrieking in the back of his mind, but he was muffled as Linkin tried to come back to reality. It came back but slowly, his vision beginning to clear and steady itself. It was then that he became aware of the awful burning in his neck, and the hot streaks of blood down his nape. However, he had managed to tear free and almost felt like collapsing in relief. He was breathing heavily as blood continued to trickle down his throat. He could see wounds on Razorblade's face and neck. He felt an unexpected pleasure in watching the beads of blood on the wounds. They were not what he had been hoping, but they had been better than nothing at all. However, just as soon as Linkin had studied Razorblade's wounds, he was staring at the underbelly of the beast as he reared in front of Linkin, lashing out his hooves at Linkin's face, mirroring the attack the gold champagne had just done moments before. The mixbred let out a whiny of frustration, attempting to duck away from the menacing hooves, but he was unable to get low enough in time. He took a blow at his left ear, and then another dangerously close to his eye, so close it brought involuntary tears. The third struck him on the nose, causing him to snort and jerk away violently, tossing his skull to the side in a vain attempt to protect it from any further damage. Through the blinding pain, Linkin did not realize that he had missed Razorblade's most devastating blow, as the larger hellion slammed into the ground seconds where his head had just been. Linkin was only aware of the agony in his head. All three blows stung with the same ferocious intensity. Linkin's poor dodge had done little to lessen the impact of Razorblade's hooves. He could not tell if they were bleeding, but they were bruised indefinitely.

FOCUS, FOCUS YOU FOOL! The beast screeched in his mind. Linkin's brain was too foggy to focus properly, the haze of pain that had settled over him felt so tempting to give in to. And besides, what was he truly fighting for anyway? He could not escape the undeniable truth that he did not want Bayleigh back, nor could he escape the sick thought that he could leave her there and be done with her for good. But he could not give in to that temptation. If he thought Katherine would not forgive him for beating up Castle, then she definitely would not forgive him if he chose to let Bayleigh stay with this hellion. And was it really up to him to "punish" her? Yes! The beast raged. No. He argued, I am not judge, jury and executioner. New determination hardened his tired muscles as he watched Razorblade flee from him. With barely a thought, Linkin chased after him. His skull throbbed with every foot fall, but he forced himself to keep going, feeling the pain dull as his adrenaline took over. He was infinitely thankful that he had chosen an easy terrain, and did not have to worry about tripping over anything. He watched Razorblade look back over his shoulder and at that moment, Linkin put on a burst of speed and attempted to ram his side into Razorblade's, hoping to push the stallion off balance. At the same moment, he reached down with his enamels, searching for the flesh of his shoulder - though any spot would do at this moment. He then put a halt to his speed. If he had succeeded in knocking Razorblade over, he would be in the opportune position to deal some more damage while the stallion was vulnerable. If not, then he hoped that Razorblade would continue on his momentum and have to double back to deal out a counter attack - thus giving Linkin the upper hand in seeing him coming. If neither scenario worked, well, then, he would just have to play it by ear.

Name- Linkin Park
Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Mustang x Quarter Horse
Age- Five
Gender- Male
Height- 16.3 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 70% physically - injuries to his left ear, left temple, nose and throat, color blind; 70% mentally - mild schizophrenia, paranoia, depersonalization, derealization, avoidant personality disorder, anger issues
Terms- Three hits, one dodge. Five days to reply. Winner gets Bayleigh, played by Misty

Hits- one two three
Dodges- one
Attacks-
1) Half-reared and attempted to bruise/cut Razorblade's face, neck and shoulders with his front hooves
2) Ran alongside Razorblade and attempted to ram his side into him, hoping to knock him over, and trying to bite his shoulder in the process

Injuries-
1) A gash in his throat from Razorblade's teeth, heavy to moderate bleeding and mild bruising
2) A blow to his left ear, moderate bruising
3) A blow just above his left eye, moderate bruising
4) A blow to the bridge of his nose, moderate bruising and mild bleeding

muse good
count 713
notes none
status complete
lyrics unforgiven ii by metallica
music by and down by a perfect circle
tagged fleabittengray with razorblade alliance

[fleabittengray]

there is no turning back now

YOU'VE WOKEN UP THE DEMON IN ME

Name- Razorblade Alliance
Breed- Belgian
Age- 8
Gender- xy
Height- 17
Alliance- Light/Dark
Health-
Physical:
Scrape on his right cheek; 3 inch gash on the left side of his neck; badly scraped knees that will leave scars; minor sprain in right front ankle that will heal in approximately two weeks; large 4 inch tear in his left shoulder with heavy bleeding
Mental: Split personalities; bipolar disorder; insomnia; panic attacks; perfectionism; auditory hallucinations; pyromania

Adrenaline coursed through the draft's body, making his blood boil and a dull ringing sound in his ears. He shook his head to try and rid himself of the ringing, the annoying buzzy. It sounded like a hundred bees all settled in his ear canals, buzzing away as they crawled throughout his skull. He shuddered at that thought, the mental image making his eyes widen and, for a moment, panic consumed him and he felt his limbs go numb. They shook as they struggled to support his weight but he was snapped out of the delusional fear as the realization that his attack had hit his mark - three times, to be exact, though his most devastating blow had been dodged. No matter, at least he had managed to get his hooves on Linkin, leaving him with hopefully a few good bruises to remember him by. Maybe there would even be lasting brain damage, though Razor wasn't sure that his kicks had been powerful enough to render the shorter brute mentally retarded. He allowed himself a brief smile, chuckling quietly as he bolted away from the more agile equine, and concentrated only on the dull thudding of his hooves. At least it was making the ringing tolerable. He glanced once more over his shoulder, causing his speed to slow for just a fraction of a second, but that was a second too long.

A sudden burst of speed from his opponent, a shove against his side, and suddenly the Belgian found himself half on the ground. He lost his footing, his front legs buckled under his weight, and he slid an inch or two on his knees. He let out a hiss of pain as he felt the skin scrape away from the joint, only to have his attention grabbed by the powerful bite to his left shoulder. Unable to move away, he took the full force of the attack and felt his shoulder tear open. He snorted in protest, scrambling back up onto all fours as the blood drained from his wound, running in little rivers down his appendage. He cast a glare at Linkin, snapping his teeth, but when he went to take a step forward to give an attack of his own he felt pain shoot up his right front leg and his eyes widened in shock. He limped forward a step, ears pinning back as he steadied himself, and then with all the strength he could muster, ignoring as much of the pain in his legs as he could, he kicked back with both hind limbs, aiming directly for Linkin's ribcage.

Holding his heavy body up on two legs, one of which was injured, was not an easy feat to do and he wobbled slightly, causing the attack to not be as powerful as he would have originally hoped it to be, but he knew it would be enough to leave a nasty bruise that could take weeks to properly heal. Satisfied with that fact, he collected himself together again and hesitantly trotted forward. Each step on his injured leg made his ears lace back against his skull but that was the only indication he gave that he was in pain. He continued his two-paced gate around Linkin Park, keeping both eyes on him as his sides heaved with his heavy breaths. This battle was almost over, but who would be the winner? They had both sustained bad injuries, wounds that would take quite some time to heal, but he knew that it wasn't always the most wounded that lost. This battle was still up in the air. And Linkin still had one attack left.


"words!"

tagged: ebon w/ linkin park
words: 613
muse: low
music: various
notes: three hits, one dodge. five days to reply. winner gets bayleigh, played by misty.

attacks:
1 - he cantered toward linkin park and reached out to bite his throat, hoping to catch a hold of his windpipe.
2 - he reared up, kicking out at linkin's face a few times, before coming back down, aiming to hit linkin's head with one or both hooves as he did so.
3 - he kicked back with both of his hind legs, aiming for linkin's ribcage on the right side.
dodges:

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LINKIN PARK

At this moment, Linkin was doing one of the most terrible things he could ever do in a battle; doubting himself. It was really no surprise; he spent his entire life doubting everything he did. But, in a battle, it meant loss of concentration and self confidence. If he could not grudge up the motivation to keep going and was going to continuously remind himself of every mistake he had made during the battle, then he was not going to win. His injuries were throbbing, each time his blood pumped, he felt a greater pulse of pain in his head injuries and more drops of blood trickle down his nape from his throat wound. The dust kicked up from their running had obscured his view, and being colorblind, it was hard to distinguish between the gray particles of dust and the slightly darker gray of Razorblade's coat. The stag seemed to have momentarily disappeared from view, and Linkin realized that it was not because his vision was poor - it was because he had succeeded in toppling the larger brute over. Razorblade had landed on his two front knees, but in the time it took Linkin to observe that, the brute had already risen to his hooves again. His quick recovery made Linkin wonder once more if the stag was a veteran battler or if this was his first time, just like Linkin's. Linkin braced himself as Razorblade took one step, but it was faulty - perhaps too injured from the fall? The gold champange quirked a brow and tilted his crania, his opticals narrowing. There was a dark gash in his shoulder that had not been there before, and Linkin absently passed his tongue over his lips to find them stained with blood. His attack had been far more successful than he had anticipated, and it filled him with a new sense of purpose. Perhaps he was not completely useless in battle after all. He had thought he was prepared, but now he felt rather foolish. These injuries had not been there when he was training. He did not have to fret over terrain in training. He did not have to constantly be on alert for another attack. His training ultimately felt worthless, but it seemed he wasn't faring as badly as he'd thought.

Razorblade's final attack came swiftly and Linkin flinched backward to avoid the flints that sliced for the right side of his ribcage. He managed to avoid the worst of the attack, but he did not come away completely unscathed. The tips of Razorblade's daggers grazed across his skin, leaving two angry lines. Linkin huffed, more out of relief than of frustration. Finally managed something useful. The beast snorted in him. He twisted his crania, trying to get a good look at the new injury, but the beast snarled at him. Stupid prick! Attack him! He obeyed immediately, realizing that the battle was not over yet. You're being so stupid. He snorted at himself. Trying to check injuries! Leaving space in between attacks! If you want to win, you have to focus. Linkin took a couple of long strides and pivoted around on his front hooves, swinging his rear end to Razorblade. When he felt certain he was facing the brute, he kicked out with his hind legs, much reflecting the attack Razorblade had just inflicted on him. He was not aiming for anything specific - the fact that he was facing away from Razorblade made it difficult to judge or aim. His goal was to at least hit something. With his final attack made, Linkin trotted a couple of paces away from Razorblade. His breath came in ragged gasps, as the adrenaline in his blood began to wear off. It was impossible to see the injuries to his skull - he would have to have someone else look them over when he returned home. He could not see the gash in his throat either - but looking down now, he realized that the wound had been bleeding far more than he had realized. His entire front was nearly soaked with dark gray blood. The only injury that he could see were the two scrapes to his right ribcage. They stung, but they were hardly life threatening. Linkin snorted at the irony of the situation - the only injury he could see was the least damaging one.

Linkin said nothing to the other brute; he did not even look at him as he was inspecting himself. He suspected Razorblade was doing the same, but who knew. He could have left already and Linkin would not have noticed. The battle was finished; he had completed his first challenge. He did not feel good about it, but Linkin didn't feel good about most things. He did not intend to see Razorblade ever again - not unless he lost and was somehow convinced to make another challenge. If he lost, he felt he would probably discuss the whole matter with Katherine and see what she thought. He could picture her stepping up to challenge instead, and that induced immediate horror in him. She could not fight for Bayleigh, no. She was not trained in fighting, and he could not bear to see her hurt - especially not after how Bayleigh had objectified her. And are you not objectifying her for not allowing her to fight? Perhaps he was. But it was not because she was a woman. It was because he loved her and did not want to see her come limping home; though he could imagine how difficult it would be for her. However, he was trained in fighting; she was not. Even if it hadn't prepared him very well, he still had knowledge of fighting moves from it, and was strong enough to perform them and recover from injury. He let out a sigh. He supposed he would deal with the issue of losing when he came to it. If he won, then he would escort Bayleigh ... somewhere. He twisted his lips wryly at the sudden dilemma. He did not want her home in Forbidden Ruins, but it was truly awful of him to deny her any home but the Free lands, wasn't it? Especially if she were hurt? But he would not see her. He would not visit her or speak to her. If she needed to recover, she could recover, but he did not want any part of it. Perhaps that made him a terrible person, but at least he was honest.

Name- Linkin Park
Breed-Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Mustang x Quarter Horse
Age- Five
Gender- Male
Height- 16.3 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 65% physically - injuries to his right ribcage, left ear, left temple, nose and throat, color blind; 70% mentally - mild schizophrenia, paranoia, depersonalization, derealization, avoidant personality disorder, anger issues
Terms- Three hits, one dodge. Five days to reply. Winner gets Bayleigh, played by Misty

Hits- one two three
Dodges- one
Attacks-
1) Half-reared and attempted to bruise/cut Razorblade's face, neck and shoulders with his front hooves
2) Ran alongside Razorblade and attempted to ram his side into him, hoping to knock him over, and trying to bite his shoulder in the process
3) Kicked out at Razorblade with his hind hooves, hoping to hit any part of his body

Injuries-
1) A gash in his throat from Razorblade's teeth, heavy to moderate bleeding and mild bruising
2) A blow to his left ear, moderate bruising
3) A blow just above his left eye, moderate bruising
4) A blow to the bridge of his nose, moderate bruising and mild bleeding
5) Two small scrapes to his right ribcage

muse good
count 1101
notes none
status complete
tagged fleabittengray with razorblade alliance

[fleabittengray]

there is no turning back now

YOU'VE WOKEN UP THE DEMON IN ME

Name- Razorblade Alliance
Breed- Belgian
Age- 8
Gender- xy
Height- 17
Alliance- Light/Dark
Health-
Physical:
Scrape on his right cheek; 3 inch gash on the left side of his neck; badly scraped knees that will leave scars; minor sprain in right front ankle that will heal in approximately two weeks; large 4 inch tear in his left shoulder with heavy bleeding; heavy bruising to his chest
Mental: Split personalities; bipolar disorder; insomnia; panic attacks; perfectionism; auditory hallucinations; pyromania

Every step was pure agony for the Belgian brujo but he grit his teeth against the pain and continued to trot his small circle around the slightly smaller Linkin Park. Razor observed him, his breath coming out in quick huffs and puffs as his heart thudded a steady beat in his chest, eyes partially narrowed as he waited for the other brute to make a move. For a moment it seemed that time slowed down and the ringing in his ears increased tenfold, a sound so annoying that it caused him to snort in protest and shake his head, trying to rid his ears of the noise. "Pay attention!" The words were hissed loud and clear inside of his skull and his head shot up in surprise. He wasn't at all prepared for the sudden impact of hooves against his chest and he let out a whoosh of breath, his lungs emptying, leaving him gasping for air as his hind limbs slid under him and he half reared to bring his chest out of kicking range again. He whinnied in annoyance, harks pinning flat against his skull as he nipped at the air, before carefully lowering himself back down to the earth and standing there as Linkin trotted a few steps away.

He snorted, tossing his head and watching Linkin assess his injuries. He glared at the other equine before reluctantly turned to look at his own injuries. He could not see the one on the left side of his neck but he could feel the hot liquid still seeping from the wound, running down his neck, throat, and chest. He turned his head to the left, cringing in pain as the movement forced more blood from the neck wound, and glanced at the incision on his shoulder. He grimaced as he looked at it, rotating that shoulder and groaning softly in pain. That was going to take some time to heal, but that wasn't the injury he was most worried about. He was more worried about his legs. His knees he believed to just be scrapped but his ankle... Hesitantly, he placed more weight down on his right forelimb, his head shooting up and his teeth gritting as the pain made him shudder. That was the injury that concerned him the most. Leg injuries were serious for horses because they were always on their feet! If this didn't heal properly... he was fucked.

Fucking prick, he snapped internally at Linkin, pinning the equine with one more glare as he began to walk. He took his time, favoring his injured leg, and nonchalantly walked past Linkin as if nothing had happened between the two of them. He took his time, keeping as much of his weight off of his leg as he could as he made his way out of the battlegrounds.


"words!"

tagged:

[/font][/font] ebon w/ linkin park
words: 475
muse: low
music: vampires will never hurt you - my chemical romance
notes: three hits, one dodge. five days to reply. winner gets bayleigh, played by misty.

attacks:
1 - he cantered toward linkin park and reached out to bite his throat, hoping to catch a hold of his windpipe.
2 - he reared up, kicking out at linkin's face a few times, before coming back down, aiming to hit linkin's head with one or both hooves as he did so.
3 - he kicked back with both of his hind legs, aiming for linkin's ribcage on the right side.
dodges:
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[fleabittengray]

this can be judged now!

[aliyaah]

sorry this took so long guys. Had some problems with finding judges. xD

Roleplayer & Character: Ebonite with Linkin Park

Quality of Quantity: 14.5
Comments:
- Usually stayed on topic of the battle, why he was fighting or the injuries. Didn't stray too far, but in the second post does.
- Quantity was good but lacked a little quality
- Appeared to stay strong if not get stronger as the battle moved on

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14.5
Comments:
- No instances that I found.
- “Ran alongside Razorblade and attempted to ram his side into him, hoping to knock him over, and trying to bite his shoulder in the process “ Who’s to say that Linkin could keep up with Razorblade? Or that he wouldn’t out run him?

Realism of Attack: 14.5
Comments:
- The attacks were usually done in response to whatever situation Linkin was in at the time. No insane attacks.
- Could have used a little more detail

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14.5
Comments:
- Overall they seemed smooth and went well with the injuries or position Linkin was put in.
- Think size difference when you attack your opponents

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- All the posts had completed forms.

Spelling and Grammar: 14
Comments:
- There were quite a few instances of grammatical error as well as spelling error. I can send them over if you'd like.


TOTAL: 87

Roleplayer & Character: Gray with Razorblade Alliance

Quality of Quantity: 11
Comments:
- The posts were either on topic or very off topic.
- I feel Gray could have posted longer, her posts were amazing, but lacked detail.
- Started out strong but in the end you could see there was possible lose in muse

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14.5
Comments:
- I didn't find any instances of this.
- Saying how long an inure will last isn't good, it's almost as though your saying I'm giving you this injury and it will last x amount of days.

Realism of Attack: 14
Comments:
- Most of the attacks appeared realistic, however the last attack where the horse bucked while standing on a sprained ankle did not. It seems hard to believe that a horse, despite wanting to look strong, would risk hurting itself more to buck. There are other forms of attack that could have worked better there, especially since the horse trots around afterwards showing it was capable of movement.
- They were beautiful attacks but could have used more detail

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14.5
Comments:
- There were only two posts where this could be considered, so it's harder to tell. However the second time, Linkin's attack seemed more creative and more realistic.

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- No instances where the form wasn't complete.

Spelling and Grammar: 13.5
Comments:
- There were two places that "past" was used instead of "passed" as well as a few other spelling/grammatical mistakes.
- Several missing commas and periods

TOTAL: 82.5

CONGRATS TO EBON with LINKIN PARK

[fleabittengray]

congrats, ebon! your posts intimidate me xD

[Deleted]

Now the drama can begin with Bayleigh

[+ ebonite +]

Aw, thanks, fleabittengray. <33 It was a great battle. I was super nervous. x__x

@lady did you want to do a post with him getting her from the lands, or him escorting her home or what? (:

[Deleted]

+ ebonite + : maybe escorting her back, she could be going into labour with Chole and then Ashy with Cam could come and get her. Though she is really sick mentally, so it wouldn't be easy at all

[+ ebonite +]

[ooc] Alright. In Forbidden Ruins, right? ^^ Did you want to start it or shall I?

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+ ebonite + sorry for not getting back sooner since I have been away... Yes Forbidden Runies and if you could start it, it would be great