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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 16, 2013 8:59:11 GMT -7
It is sunny out with a few scattered clouds. It is bitterly cold out to the point that it almost hurts to breathe. The normally sandy arena is covered in a foot of snow and beneath that is a layer of ice. Gladiators must be careful not to slip. There is one pair in the arena at a time, so you will not see others fighting. Not following the setting will result in loss of points. The rules are simply. 800 words per posts, 2 posts per person. The battle starts immediately, you do not have to wait for your opponent to get there like in a normal battle. You can go for them right away. You are out of the tournament should you lose 2 battles. Good luck.
I will post first and then @deadlysecrets
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 16, 2013 9:17:20 GMT -7
He was excited. He had heard of this little tournament a few weeks after his arrival in WIld Equines. He had wanted to enter from the moment he heard about it, so that's what he did. He entered and now today was finally the day. He took deep breaths, waiting for his time to go into the ring. It came suddenly and he let out a huff, stretching his limbs and back before stepping forward into the arena. His first step nearly made him slip and he grunted, righting himself and looking around. What the hell? He stopped walking and looked down, digging at the snow with a hoof. He groaned when he saw the layer of ice beneath the snow, sighing to himself and shaking his head. This would make things more interesting for sure. He wasn't used to fighting in the snow, let alone on top of ice, but chances were his opponent, a mare by the name of Enmity, wouldn't know what to do, either. So he wasn't too worried. Instead, he took his time as he moved, figuring it was best to go slow and steady instead of charging like was usually done in battle. He waited for his opponent to get in the ring and he sneered at her, snapping his teeth in a flashy manner, before jogging toward her.
He was careful not to go too fast or step awkwardly. He didn't want to fall and become easy prey for this mare. For all he knew she could be crazy! Crazy bitch who would try and kill me, he chuckled, tossing his head as he pranced up to her, only to prance away from her. It was like a dance. He was going to keep her on her toes. He wasn't just going to go for a place right away. He was going to make this mare guess where he was going to attack and while he made up his mind, he was going to toy with her. That was his favorite part of a fight, being the cat while his opponent was the wee little mouse. He watched her every move, focusing on the blink of her eyes, on the expanding and contracting of her chest as she breathed. He took notice of the cloud that formed in front of her nostrils as she breathed. He took notice of every aspect of her, searching for any weakness. Scars, a limb, cuts - anything that would help him to win this battle.
He took a few more steady breaths and then took off, slipping slightly on the ice. He charged at her, rearing on his hind limbs once he was in front of her and kicking out with them. Left, right, left, right, left. Again and again, until he could no longer hold his balance, the duo toned kicked at her head and neck. He aimed for her ears, her eyes, and her nostrils. They were the weakest parts of her anatomy upon her facade. Damaging one or all three would make this short battle even easier for him to win. As he came down onto all fours again, he pranced forward, reaching and trying to take a bite out of her shoulder as he passed her, smacking his tail against her side as a tease. He was just toying with her. If he unleashed all of his fury upon this poor vixen she would be dead, just like his good for nothing father.
ooc: Name- Mudvayne Breed- Dutch Warmblood x Paint Age- 2 Gender- xy Height- 15.3 Alliance- Dark Health- Physical: 100% Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Insomnia, Kleptomania, Mythomania, Sadistic
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 20:10:02 GMT -7
Name- Enmity Breed- Appaloosa x Quarter Horse Age- 9 years Gender- Mare Height- 15.2hh Alliance- Dark/Helkaer Health- 95%(physical)-virtually blind in right eye, 100%(mental)
The perpetually angry mare was no novice to the fighting lifestyle. She was a warrior, born to maim and kill. This mare was ruthless and just didn’t give a damn about what anyone else in this world thought of her. Most would wonder how she could function being so angry all the time but it was her anger that drove her. The angrier she got the better she functioned. Fighting in the bitter cold and in snow wasn’t anything new for this battle-crazed veteran. However, the ice was definitely and added challenge. Thank goodness she knew how to walk on the ice so that helped her out a little bit, but walking and fighting were two different things entirely. She was eager to meet the new obstacle that awaited her. The varnish blue roan mare struck out at the ground with one of her striped hooves. Yup, solid ice was definitely under there. She knew this previously because she had already slid slightly on it. The bitter mare snorted at the ice with an irritated fashion.
Now it was time for her to enter the arena and she did so with a purpose. It was time for her to put her skills to the test. As far as she knew she was the only one fighting in the honor of Toxin Raj so she had a bit riding on her. At fifteen point two hands she wasn’t a particularly tall horse but she was stocky and built to throw her weight around. All in all she wasn’t a pretty sight. Her black mane stood upright because it never grew long enough to fall and her tail was medium length and sparse but that wasn’t why she was far from pretty. Just take one look at her face and it explained it all. There was a scar that marred the right side of her face. It started 3 inches above her right eye and ended at the corner of her mouth. The skin was pink and usually in some state of sunburn. The scar left her right eye clouded and virtually blind. All of her opponents saw her right eye and immediately thought that was her weakest spot so they went right for it. After years of fighting she knew how to defend that side of herself, she would have been stupid not to. Enmity hated stupidity.
The snow that she kicked up while she walked clung to her fuzzy roan body. Her opponent was already there waiting for him and she snorted. It was safe to say that she was no feminine wench. The stallion looked to be all wound up, one giant ball of battle ready energy. She watched with her single good eye as he charged her and reared. His hooves flailed wildly and as she rose up to meet him one of his legs clocked her right on the nose and she could smell as well as feel the blood start to trickle out of it. That bastard! Her own legs flailed about aiming for whatever frontal part of him she could manage to bombard and when she hit the ground there were crimson stains to the pure white snow. Let the bloodshed begin. Since the sun was shining today her vision was a little more compromised than normal. Instead of watching him charge at her, she heard every step he took which allowed her to dodge the majority of the bite he tried to take out of her. Instead of getting a good chunk out of her all he managed was a nip, not enough to break skin but enough to bruise. Once more Enmity snorted and this time a blood clot flew from her nostril and landed in the snow. Her eyes narrowed.
Now it was her turn to play the game. He was young, yes, but she had the years of experience. Despite the ice and foot of snow she was determined to move with as little hesitation as possible. The odds were stacked against her from the weather to her sight but she knew how to work around these things. Enmity surged forward, slower than she would have liked but she didn’t want to fall on her ass. Instead of meeting him head on she veered to the left, keeping her blind eye on the inside, and quickly lashed out with her teeth bared to try and take a chunk out of his rump while she kicked out with her back legs to try and make contact with his face or neck. Back on all fours she turned on a dime, half sliding, and came to a stop. His turn and she glowered at the young beast.
Words: 784 Notes: Good luck =) Attacks: Met his rear and flailed with her own legs. Charged at him and tried to bite the left side of his rump while kicking out and aiming for his face or neck with her back legs. Dodges: Dodged the main bring of his bite and only getting nicked by it instead.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 19, 2013 10:04:43 GMT -7
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[/b] Mudvayne Breed- Dutch Warmblood x Paint Age- 2 Gender- xy Height- 15.3 Alliance- Dark Health-Physical: Kick above his left eye making it bruise and giving him a headache; scrape on his left cheek; 2 in. tear on the left side of his rump; Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Insomnia, Kleptomania, Mythomania, Sadistic A surge of adrenaline pounded through his veins as he felt and saw his right hoof make contact with the mare's nose. It had been a hard blow. He could see the blood starting to spill from her nostrils and dripping down onto the snow. However, he had no time to relish in his success because the mare was up on her hind limbs as well, her legs kicking out just as his were. He met each kick with one of his own, blocking most of her kicks, but two of them landed right on target, both on his left side. One of her daggers made contact with his head right above his left eye, sending searing pain through his head and he knew he was going to have a headache after this battle. His eye might even swell from the bruising. The other kick landed on his cheek, scraping it slightly but not opening the skin enough to bleed. The injury stung worse than it would have normally because of the bitter cold and he snorted, tossing his head. He didn't like being hurt. He was a sadist, one that enjoyed causing pain, not receiving it. His next attack hadn't been as successful as his first. She had dodged smartly, keeping her shoulder away from him so that his teeth merely pinched her skin. He was annoying, wanting to have the taste of blood on his tongue, but didn't let the failure bother him. He blamed the damn ice for making his aim not as well as he should be. Next time he would be more on point. He would rip into her pretty roan pelt, making her cry and run back him with her tail tucked between her legs like a dog. Smirking, the fifteen - point - three beast slowed to a halt, taking a moment to look around the arena. Was there anything he could use that would help him in this battle? It didn't look like it. Everything was covered in snow. Hes shook his head, turning around to face the mare just in time to see her charging at him. He braced himself, determined to face her attack head on, and when she reached to bite at his rump he did the same to her hip. He hoped to tear apart the skin, just as he felt his own skin on the left side of his rump split open. Warm blood began to trickle out of the injury and he briefly turned his head to look at it, sending a glare to this mare named Enmity. Turning to glare at the mare put his face right in kicking range and he snorted, quickly jerking his head away to narrowly avoid her hooves. He cursed softly, spinning around again to look at her. He saw her slide and smirked, getting an idea. It could possibly hurt him as well but it was a change he was willing to take. He leaped forward, loping toward her with a graceful ease, only to speed up at the last minute. He slid forward, aiming for her right side, hoping to knock her over, while at the same time reaching with his maw and seeking to bite at her shoulder and withers. He was hoping her right side was her weaker point. He had noticed the blindness in her eye and wanted to use it against her. ooc:attacks: 1 - reared up and kicked out at her face with his legs 2 - charged and tried to take a bite out of her left shoulder 3 - bit at her left hip when she took a bite at his rump 4 - charged at her right side, hoping to knock her over 5 - bit at her right shoulder and withers dodges: 1 - blocked most of her kicks with one of his own 2 - jerked his head away from her kick [/div][/blockquote][/font][/font][/font]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2013 17:55:47 GMT -7
Name- Enmity Breed- Appaloosa x Quarter Horse Age- 9 years Gender- Mare Height- 15.2hh Alliance- Dark/Helkaer Health- 95%(physical)-virtually blind in right eye, 100%(mental)
Anger pumped through her veins, it sustained her and gave her life just like the blood that also coursed through her veins. Optics narrowed one sighted and one very much less than sighted. She knew she had done some damage to the young stallion. No, he wasn’t a stallion yet in her eyes. This beast was still a colt but it didn’t matter. She would harm anyone who crossed her path. Enmity didn’t discriminate and that just added to her ruthlessness. It seemed she was doing a hell of a job on the left side of this stag’s body. There was a cut now marring the left side of that seal brown face of his as well as a gash on the left side of his rump. She knew about that last one before she even saw it because she tasted the ominous metallic taste of blood in her mouth the instant it happened. There was no other taste like it in the world and to be honest she wasn’t a fan of it. Sure, she would never hesitate to rip at someone’s flesh with her teeth but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy the taste of their blood. Just watching their anger and hearing their screams kept her blood pumping at maximum volume.
It wasn’t until she had turned to wait and see what Mudvayne had in store next did she realize that the roan stag had also done some damage of his own. She felt the open wound on her rump and ever through her thick winter coat she could feel a trickle of blood. That was the second time he had made her bleed. The blood from her nose was much less as the clotting factors really begun to kick in. Her ears flattened to her skull so hard that it looked as if she didn’t even have any. This mare was pissed, not that that was any different from any other moment in her life but it had to be stated. The ice was making everything much more difficult but her small slide had helped her slightly with getting some traction on the ice where she currently stood. That slide had created a few grooves. They wouldn’t help her if she needed to move but it helped her while she stood there anticipated her opponent’s next attack.
She wasn’t disappointed when he surged at her though she was a bit surprised at how well he loped over the snow covered ice. It was obvious where he was aiming. Mudvayne wanted to get at her right side. He had spotted her clouded right eye and knew what that must mean. It was the same thought that every other beast had when they fought her and saw her right eyeball. Right side meant weakness. False. Enmity had adapted to her slight handicap in a way most horses would avoid. She kept her weakness to the dangers in order to strengthen it. When she went on border patrol it was her right side that was kept to the border where the majority of the dangers could be located. It helped her to learn how to function with the lack of sight. The bitch knew to listen more intently and feel the vibrations through the earth. To meet him she willingly gave him her right side in order to show him that it was no weakness. She was an adaptor, she was a survivor. Due to his quick movements she couldn’t dash away from him in time so she braced herself for impact. As he made contact with her she pushed right back with all of her might. It felt like two titans clashing. They were nearly equal in height and build. She had to admit they were a good pairing of gladiators.
There was no avoiding the teeth he had bared to her shoulder as she pushed herself right into him but the angle of her body prevented a huge gash. He had only managed to grab her and cause major bruising and swelling that would hurt for days. Her legs faltered slightly and she did slide a little bit but she had done a good job in meeting his charge that she never toppled over. Her own set of wicked teeth set out for the nape of his neck. She wanted to latch on and just bring him to the ground so when she thought she might have made contact she yanked and pulled backwards. The ice was slippery and this was a bold move but the blue roan mare held no fear within her. All she wanted was for this colt to be on his knees. When her attack was done she back up and just stared at him. Time for judgement.
Words: 797 Notes: I love the band Mudvayne by the way =) Attacks: Met his rear and flailed with her own legs. Charged at him and tried to bite the left side of his rump while kicking out and aiming for his face or neck with her back legs. As he charged at her she met him full force and attempted to push him back. Then she tried to grab at the nape of his neck and pull as hard as she could to try and make him loose footing to bring him to his knees. Dodges: Dodged the main brunt of his bite and only getting nicked by it instead. She went right into his attack and angled herself so that he couldn't tear at her skin like he wanted to. Instead she only got major swelling and bruising in the area.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 22, 2013 8:08:57 GMT -7
Two posts each have been completed and this can now be judged.
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Post by aliyaah on Dec 27, 2013 19:20:33 GMT -7
Mudvayne Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Completed in all posts. No Powerplaying/Godmodding 10 Comments: None 800 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: -- Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Snow and ice mentioned Realistic Attacks: 10 Comments: Well described first attack; good second attack Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: None used Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: All injuries believeable - I especially liked how you mentioned what they COULD become, rather than what they WOULD become. Spelling/Grammar: 8 Comments: There were several sentences were I feel you were missing a word, or words got mixed around. But otherwise your grammar was stellar. Total Score: 78 Enmity Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Completed all posts. No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: None 800 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: -- Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Mentioned throughout Realistic Attacks: 10 Comments: Very real Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: Believable Realistic Injuries: 9 Comments: The only thing that I noticed here was that the moment where he charged her and grabbed her withers, you addressed his biting her in detail, but the only mention of his tackle was essentially that "she met him so she didn't topple over". Him crashing into her still would have been difficult to manage and possibly caused some pain/an issue. Spelling/Grammar: 8 Comments: Some minor errors here and there, mostly fragmented sentences or lack of punctuation (if you would like exactly what they were I will find them for you). Total Score: 77 Oh my goodness this was soo so close! You guys both did so excellent. But the winner is fleabittengray
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