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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 30, 2013 8:04:16 GMT -7
It has gotten a little warmer out, just warm enough for the snow to melt slightly and turn into slippery sleet. The clouds are dark gray and ominous and the wind has picked up speed. The ice has not melted, so gladiators have to move carefully. It's more slippery than before. Unlike round one, posts are now 1000 words or less. Be careful not to go over the limit as points will be deducted. Two posts per person. Make sure you fill out the battle form and include all injuries from the first battle. Failure to do so will result in points being deducted. Three days to reply. If you lose two battles you are out.
Gray with Nirvana will post first followed by @deadlysecrets with Killswitch
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 30, 2013 8:52:32 GMT -7
Name- Nirvana Breed- Percheron x Shire x Frisian x American Saddlebred Age- 3 Gender- xy Height- 19 hh Alliance- Dark Health- Physical: 100% Mental: Depression and intermittent explosive disorder
The sun had faded while he and the others waited for round two to begin. The sun's rays could not penetrate the thick, gray clouds above. He tilted his head back to watch them, shivering as a cold breeze twisted his hairs before letting them fall back down onto his neck, muscular neck. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as another gust of wind weaved its way through his tassels. A moment later, he let out the breath, his black and blue speckled orbs opening once more. He looked around, cracking his neck as he stood by the entrance of the arena. He was cold but not as cold as he had been during round one when his pathetic opponent decided not to show up. He would be at a disadvantage in this round. His opponent would most likely be warmed up from their previous battle. He grit his teeth together, rolling his shoulders and stretching out his legs as he waited. When he had first gone into the arena, snow had covered every inch of the ground and beneath the snow had been a layer of ice. It was a little warmer out now, despite the sun being hidden behind a mass of dark gray clouds, so the snow most likely would have melted by now, at least a little bit, anyway, but would that be a good thing or a bad thing? Sighing, the draft mix walked forward and through the entrance of the arena.
Before him lay a vast land of white but as he went to go step on the snow, expecting it to be firm like it had been before, he lost traction and slid forward, uttering curse words under his breath. The snow had partially melted, leaving a slushy, wintery mix that wasn't going to be very pleasant to fight on. He looked around the arena, muttering to himself, before carefully walking into the center to meet his opponent. He didn't know much about the brute he was facing, just that his name was Killswitch. He'd never heard of the guy before now though that wasn't too surprising. He didn't pay attention to the rumors and gossip that spread from ear to ear. He had no interest in knowing who was the biggest and the baddest - though he thought it was some guy named Rigor Mortis or whatever. The head honcho of the Helkaer which was a group of arrogant pussies who thought they were all that. Ha. Nirvana bet he could take them all down without a problem.
Snickering, the young brute faced his opponent and arched a brow at him. "Hey there, hot shot," he cooed, flicking his tail against his rump. "Feeling big and bad today?" Laughing at his own joke, the behemoth stretched his neck out and trotted forward at an easy pace, careful not to go too fast on the slush beneath him. He reached down, aiming to grab ahold of Killswitch's ear, seeking to rip it completely off of his head or at least make a tear in the tissue. His back legs also kicked out as he passed the brute, aiming a powerful kick right at his opponent's rump. He wanted to do damage to his tailbone if at all possible or at least leave a bruise on his behind. His attacks finished, he trotted away, coming to a halt a few strides away from the beast and turned, keeping his eyes on his opponent at all times. He had been in plenty of battles before. This was nothing to him. He was just playing a cat-and-mouse game. For now, anyway.
tagged: @deadlysecrets w/ killswitch words: 614 notes: his first opponent never showed up so he has 100% physical health attack: 1 - bit at killswitch's ear, trying to rip it off or tear it 2 - kicked out with his back legs, aiming at killswitch's tailbone or anywhere on his rump
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 15:24:02 GMT -7
Name- Killswitch Breed- Andalusian/Shire/Belgian/Vladimir Draft/Thoroughbred/Lustiano/Appaloosa Age- 5 years Gender- Stallion Height- 16.1hh Alliance- Dark/Helkaer Health- 100% (physical)/ 90%(mental)-Multiple Personality Disorder
The smoky black stallion had been restless for days. Unlike a majority of those fighting in the tournament he had no scars, nothing to show of a previous fight. Why? His opponent had never showed. Jet had been furious. Killswitch had let him take over without quarrel, which was something rarely done, and he didn’t even get any action. It was pathetic. The beast had endured the cold and slipping on ice to get there for absolutely nothing. While everyone else had been fighting he had opted to keep himself busy by pacing and working on his footing. While the temperature was a bit warmer now it didn’t mean that the conditions were any better. There was less snow but there was now sleet added to the mix and the ice hadn’t even melted. This battle would be a dangerous one for the both of them. The stag lifted his head to gaze upon the ominous looking grey clouds above him as the wind played a little harshly with his mane and tail.
A long slow breath was let out and he looked ahead of him. It was time to meet his opponent, if he should decide to show up. Killswitch knew nothing of this Nirvana so he was curious to see what kind of stag he would be up against. Though there wasn’t as much snow as there had been it still clung to his legs as he trudged into The Coliseum with his head held high, ready for battle. Jet had begun to stir once more, noting the change of scenery and growled. An evil smirk crossed his maw as he spotted that round two actually involved an opponent for him. Time to shine Jet, don’t let us down. Killswitch commented and took a step back from the controls. Keep your mouth shut and everything will go great. Jet’s malevolent voice uttered. Killswitch nestled himself at the back of the brain as Jet took full control over the body. As usual Fox was in a deep slumber, if games weren’t involved he didn’t give a shit what was going on. He looked his opponent up and down as he walked up. The bastard was big, clearly draft in build, but Jet didn’t get intimidated easily. This just meant he had to make smart moves instead of going balls deep for everything. Strategy would be key here. “How about less talk and more fight. Ladies first." He sneered at the painted giant, an evil glint forming in his eyes. Oh, yes, this was going to be one hell of an interesting fight.
At sixteen point one hands Killswitch wasn’t exactly a large beast. He didn’t have the mass of a draft but he did have maneuverability and agility on his side. His height would make it easier for him to get at Nirvana’s more tender spots. The massive brute charged forward and Killswitch attempted to dodge the entire toothy attack but he had temporarily forgotten about the ice and slid slight. In response of that he tossed his head up to try and regain his balance but in doing so landed his entire ear right where Nirvana had wanted it. Shit. Jet cursed at himself as he felt his ear tear painfully. This wasn’t good. His left ear was now a bleeding stub. There was just enough to still make something wiggle but not enough to call it an ear. Blood immediately spewed from the wound and it hurt like a b*tch. That was going to take a long time to heal, but he didn’t dwell on it because he had more attacks to dodge. Legs were flailing out at him and Killswitch half spun/half slid out of the way of the danger-zone but just barely. He felt a nick on the left side of his rump but felt no blood was felt but he knew he was going to be feeling that as soon as the adrenaline wore off.
Breathing heavily because of the pain radiating from his left ear, Killswitch shook his head and blood splattered everything. He wanted to keep as much blood out of his ear canal as he could. It was bad enough his ear was pretty much gone, he didn’t want to add a clogged ear canal to the mix. Now it was his turn. Jet was pissed, he wanted to do damage in return to the behemoth. Killswitch surged forward at a pace that was fast but not so fast he would lose his balance from the ice. His green optics were completely focused on his opponent. Instead of charging and barreling right into the beast and aiming to bite his flesh like it looked like he was headed to do Jet had changed his mind at the last second and reared while flailing his front hooves aiming to rake at the tall beast’s broad chest. While his hooves were flailing his maw was aiming to take a decent chunk from the giant’s throat latch. His movements had been swift, he came, he attacked, and he got out of there as fast as he could, trailing droplets of red from his ear as he went. The tracks in the snow showed the tell-tales signs of a slippery surface. Not wanting to keep his backside to his opponent he turned to face him and noted that his left rump was beginning to feel a dull ache. That bruise was making itself known faster than he had expected because of the stress of fighting full force. The wind raced through the Coliseum and stung his exposed flesh as it went. Killswitch shook his head again to get rid of the blood clots that were falling into his ear.
Words: 954 Notes: Opponent never showed up for the last battle, he has no prior injuries. Killswitch is the name of the main personality and body which is why all actions refer to Killswitch and not Jet who took over the brain for the fight. Music: All That Remains: Become the Catalyst Notes: Good Luck!!! =) Attacks: Ran right at Nirvana and at the last moment rear and flailed his front legs aiming to do damage to his chest while also trying to bite at the soft skin of his throat latch with his teeth. Dodges/Damage Done: His left ear is torn off pretty much, only a small bleeding nub is left. He avoided the majority of Nirvana's kicks by almost sheer dumb luck but still managed to get nicked by one of his hooves on the left side of his rump causing a bruise to form and pain to slowly kick in.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 30, 2013 16:25:13 GMT -7
Name- Nirvana Breed- Percheron x Shire x Frisian x American Saddlebred Age- 3 Gender- xy Height- 19 hh Alliance- Dark Health- Physical: 1 - bruised forelegs from deflecting switchblade's attack 2 - tear in his neck on the left about 4 inches long; severe bleeding Mental: Depression and intermittent explosive disorder
Slates dug into the sleet and slush beneath him, feeling the slippery ice beneath the wintry mess. His breathing was heavier as adrenaline pumped through his system. Blue flecked eyes remained locked onto his opponent. He had noticed that Killswitch had no scars upon his smokey black hide. That perked Nirvana's interest. No scars meant no experience in battle. No experience in killing. It seemed so unfair to pit him against Nirvana, at least in the bay tobiano's mind. Already, the draft mutt felt like he was winning this little shindig. His first attack had hit and left him with a bit of blood in his mouth. He licked across his lips, smirking, laughing when he saw the brute's pitiful ear hanging on by a thread. "Ouch, that's gonna leave a mark," he snickered, prancing in place to keep his body warm. He was careful about where he set foot but as of right now he didn't really care about falling down. Killswitch could kill him and he really wouldn't care. But this battle was not a battle to the death... at least, it wasn't supposed to be, but accidents could happen.
His second attack hadn't been as successful as he had wanted it to be but he still felt a slight impact against what he assumed was his opponent's rump. He didn't bother to turn around and look as he trotted away, content to just get a few strides away before turning quickly. Bad idea. His legs splayed out as he slid, coming down almost on his stomach. He cursed again, pinning his ears and scrambling to get himself back up onto all fours. He heard rather than saw Killswitch coming for him. If he didn't get up now, this battle would be over much too quickly for his taste. Giving one final heave, he pushed his body up. His underbelly was cold and dampened by sleet. He stumbled backwards a few steps, nearly slipping again, but he held his ground as the other bastard came to meet him. When Killswitch stopped suddenly and started to rear, the nineteen hand beast did the same. He was taller than Killswitch, which left his underbelly exposed more than he would like it to be, but he wasn't just going to let this guy rear up and bring him down. His flailing legs met every kick from his enemy, snorting. He felt heavy hooves collide with his forelegs, bruising them, but he did not stop. He could feel himself beginning to lose balance but before he could correct himself, he felt incisors tearing into the left side of his nape.
Letting out an enraged noise, Nirvana jerked away from the other behemoth. He could feel hot blood leaking from the wound, trailing down his chest and left pillar. He didn't like the feel of it. He wasn't going to let this little shit get away with it either. Glaring at the other male, he let a sadistic smirk curl up his lips before he took off at an easy lope across the wintry terrain. Baring his teeth like a dog, he reached out his muzzle at his enemy's face, sliding to an ungraceful stop. He bit and nipped at whatever place he could manage, hoping to land at least a few attacked. His main focus were Killswitch's eyes. He had already taken an ear from the brute, why not try for an eye at well. He lifted back onto his hind hooves again, flailing his legs at the smokey brute's face. He wanted to ruin that pretty little facade of his. "Not so pretty now, big boy," he hissed as he came back down onto all fours, backing away from the other brute and bobbing his head, taunting his opponent.
tagged: @deadlysecrets w/ killswitch words: 645 notes: attacks: 1 - bit at killswitch's ear, trying to rip it off or tear it 2 - kicked out with his back legs, aiming at killswitch's tailbone or anywhere on his rump 3 - cantered forward and bit at killswitch's face multiple times, focusing mainly on his eyes 4 - reared up again, kicking at killswitch's face
dodges: 1 - reared up to meet killwitch and used his legs and hooves to deflect the attack
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 12:51:31 GMT -7
Name- Killswitch Breed- Andalusian/Shire/Belgian/Vladimir Draft/Thoroughbred/Lustiano/Appaloosa Age- 5 years Gender- Stallion Height- 16.1hh Alliance- Dark/Helkaer Health- 80% (physical)/ 90%(mental)-Multiple Personality Disorder
His ear hurt like a bitch. The cold touched the open nub with its icy fingers and stabbed at it repeatedly. Well, that was what if felt like anyway. Another head shake a big blood clot flew from his ear. The stag’s left side rump was beginning to hurt as he stood there, awaiting the massive brujo’s next move on the attack. This fight was more than making up for the fact that he hadn’t had a round one fight. He sure as hell was going to walk out of this without a pristine pelt. No matter, perhaps the rugged look would suit him even better. Jet sneered at the thought. The missing ear, the bruises, those were all signs that he had been in control. The fact that they weren’t dead was his doing, his strength allowing the body to continue on. Scars were a sign of a job well done. It was about time this hide had some scars on it. In Jet’s opinion Killswitch looked too much like a pretty boy. Now it was Killswitch’s turn to sneer. Focus on the fight asshole, he mentally hissed. Jet ignored him. His mind had never left the battle and the enormous black and white stag that was his opponent. It took a moment for his to realize that his front legs hurt a little bit from Nirvana’s own flailing hooves as the beast had tried to deflect Killswitch’s own dangerous daggers. More bruises, no doubt. It was a given.
Jet was pleased to see the amount of blood coming from the left side of his opponent’s neck. The scars of an opponent were also signs of jobs well done, but perhaps not well enough. Theoretically death would be the job well done, but they weren’t aiming to kill in this tournament. That was fine; it was the thrill of the battle that kept him going. Another gust of winds swept through the area and Killswitch tilted his head slightly to protect his mangled lump of an ear from the sharp pain the wind gave it. Jet growled at what he felt was a pansy move. The other two personalities rolled their eyes and went back into dormancy. With an angry war cry the other stallion charged forward. Killswitch moved sideways slightly, trying to find a less slippery spot on the ice. The sleet mixture on the ground was tinged red from the blood of the two fighting horses, by the time spring came the signs of their fight would all be erased from the land. His lone ear pinned back to his skull and the young stag bared his own teeth. He wanted to see more blood spew from the black and white behemoth. From natural instinct his head raised as the attacking bastard came at him with teeth of fury and he immediately returned the gesture with a set of his own angry teeth to try and block the attack. Killswitch was trying his hardest to keep his eyes just out of reach of those jaws. He lost an ear, he wasn’t about to lose an eye as well.
Pain seared the left side of his face but he didn’t quite know what was hurting him right now. He could see from both eyes so he knew it wasn’t one of them. What he hadn’t expected was a sudden rear and one of the flailing hooves managed to nick the right side of his face right underneath his eyeball. That was too close for comfort for the smoky black stag. Killswitch rose on his own back legs and reached out with open teeth and dangerous hooves to deflect everything that he could. His front legs were busy trying to block the blows while his mouth tried to grab at Nirvana’s cheek. His aim was to tear and rip- the order wasn’t important. Yet another attack came to an end, for now he chose to ignore Nirvana’s words. His focus was solely on the fight at hand. Killswitch barely gave the beast enough time to get far enough away before he went in with his final attack. The ground was slippery and his rump groaned but Jet didn’t give a shit. He wanted one last shot to make the beast called Nirvana remember him for good. His attack had been put into place before the other stag stopped walking. Killswitch trotted towards Nirvana a few steps, turned batter than he expected on the slippery ice and bucked out at his opponent. He hoped for his back legs to make contact with his face or neck since they were the more vital areas. As his hind legs touched ground against he loped off a few feet slipping a little at the initial contact with the ground but he regained his balance quickly then turned around to face his adversary and to take a peek and see the overall damage done. “If anything I think you made me look even batter.” Jet sneered maniacally. His face hurt like a bitch and so did the left side of his ass. There was blood dripping from the two inch long gash under his right eye that was also in the process of swelling from being banged. At least no damage was done to the eye itself. The pain from earlier on the left side of his face was from swelling and severe bruising, that side of his face would be tender for a solid couple of weeks. His ear was no longer bleeding, a few droplets got through the clot but nothing to cause a blockage in his ear canal. He hoped that his ear didn’t get infected, the cold was on his side with that so long as he took care of it and kept the dirt away. The stag stood there, tired and sore but ready for round three and whatever other injuries it would bring with it. The clouds remained just as dark as when the battle started.
Words: 998 Notes: Opponent never showed up for the last battle, he has no prior injuries. Killswitch is the name of the main personality and body which is why all actions refer to Killswitch and not Jet who took over the brain for the fight. Music: All That Remains: Become the Catalyst Notes: Good Luck!!! =) Attacks: Ran right at Nirvana and at the last moment rear and flailed his front legs aiming to do damage to his chest while also trying to bite at the soft skin of his throat latch with his teeth. While blocking he tried to bite at Nirvana's cheek hoping to rip or tear the skin there. He trotted forward did a turn and bucked at Nirvana hoping that his back legs made contact with either his face or neck. Dodges/Damage Done: His left ear is torn off pretty much, only a small bleeding nub is left. He avoided the majority of Nirvana's kicks by almost sheer dumb luck but still managed to get nicked by one of his hooves on the left side of his rump causing a bruise to form and pain to slowly kick in. The left side of his face is swollen from being bitten and kicked at several times. He kept his head raised and tried to keep his eyes from getting injured during the biting attack. He rose up and used his front legs to block Nirvana's hooves from doing a lot of damage. 2 inch cut under his right eye and swelling from one of Nirvana's hooves. Front legs will bruise slightly from blocking Nirvana's first rearing attack.
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 1, 2014 17:03:00 GMT -7
Health- Physical: 1 - bruised forelegs from deflecting switchblade's attack 2 - tear in his neck on the left about 4 inches long; severe bleeding 3 - left side of his face is bruised 4 - small chunk of skin removed from his right cheek; mild bleeding 5 - right side of his neck is heavily bruised making it painful to move his head
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Post by ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ on Jan 4, 2014 9:45:42 GMT -7
Gray; Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Completed No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: Made sure she didn't powerplay, stating her character 'aimed' to do damage. 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: Both posts were 600+ words, so both less than 1000 Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Correct Realistic Attacks: 9.5 Comments: I felt like they weren't as realistic as they could be. Biting at the ear and then just walking around to kick at his rump threw me off a little. Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: Realistic. Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: Realistic. Spelling/Grammar: 9.5 Comments: Spelling was wonderful, but I saw a few mixups with grammar. "neck, muscular neck." You repeated things a tiny bit. Total Score:79
Deadly; Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Completed No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: No powerplaying/godmodding. 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: Both posts were 900 Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Correct Realistic Attacks: 10 Comments: Realistic. Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: Realistic Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: Realistic Spelling/Grammar: 10 Comments: Realistic Total Score: 80
I found it really strange that I found nothing at all wrong with deadly's posts xD Wonderful job! Very close call, Gray you were off by one point.
Congrats to @deadlysecrets!
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 4, 2014 9:54:17 GMT -7
Congrats, Deadly! It was fun. <3
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 16:57:37 GMT -7
Thanks Gray. This is the second time we battled each other and both time we were each different by a single point. Congrats on your win against Enmity two in round one! Fights with you are awesome =P Good luck in round 3 hun <3
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 6, 2014 7:53:06 GMT -7
Good luck to you as well! <3
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