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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 30, 2013 8:12:40 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.Zohyd// with Fancy As Hell will post first followed by Gray with Mudvayne
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Post by Zohyd// on Jan 1, 2014 21:29:25 GMT -7
back the f*** off {beauty is skin-deep; ugly cuts to the bone} Round one was complete and Fancy as Hell had won that one. She had beaten her Perlino opponent without taking much damage, now she was moving onto round two and her opponent was a stallion named Mudvayne. Seventeen point one hand bodice entered the battlefield yet again. It was a little warmer out now, the snow was beginning to melt- but the ice that covered the arena floor had not. It was now more slippery than it had been before. Again Fancy had been in this situation before. She grew up in the North so this environment was still home. Her dappled hue was marked slightly by her Perlino opponent. She had an irritating bite mark beneath her barrel, a couple of scrapes along the side of her barrel, a sore shoulder that she had worked out mostly and a sore rib towards the back of her rib cage. The damage really was minimal as Fancy had been through much worse. Now that she was stepping into the arena her adrenaline was starting to rise again and those endorphins were kicking in. Whatever little aches and pains she had were subsided now. Oh how the body worked in amazing ways. Green orbs watched as her opponent entered the battle arena. Fancy wasn’t a fan of the equine species and stallions weren’t excluded. It was hard to tell if she hated mares or stallions more. It must depend on her company- and at the moment stallions were the ones she least preferred. The seal brown roan tobiano that was entering the ring wasn’t very large at all- even smaller than her last opponent. He also looked young, younger than the Percheron mare. So she had height and experience on her opponent- no doubt. Fancy as Hell had been fighting since birth. So even if her opponent had as well, she would still have over a year of experience on her opponent. The stallion’s breeding was questionable, perhaps paint and some sort of Warmblood. Not the most nimble of breeds but he was lighter than her, so perhaps he would be light on his feet. No worries, Fancy was very light on her feet for her breeding, it was a reason as to why she was so successful in her fighting career. If she could do enough damage to her opponent or get ahold of him then being light on his feet wouldn’t matter. At that point it would be too late, as sure enough her substantial size over him would take over. As he came closer Fancy began to prance in place. Muscles bulging beneath her dappled hue. She was never one to let the fight come to her. Oh no, fights almost always worked out better when you were the aggressor. Orbs scanned over him- taking in the hits he might have taken from his earlier battle. She noted the scrape along his left cheek, saying that he might have taken some more damage to his cranium. He also had a tear on his left rump. The question now was where did she want to attack? Fancy danced sideways as the saying raced through her mind; amateurs went forwards and backwards, pros moved side to side. If she attacked his rump area then he could skitter forward possibly and avoid all damage, but if she went for his cranium area he could either turn or skitter backwards. Fancy was going to use some of her size to her advantage here. Be light on her feet until she gets close enough where her size will reinforce. Her draft breeding and the five inches she had on the young stallion made a difference in battles. Her first attack had worked well on the Perlino mare, and had enough damage done early on to seal Fancy’s win. She was going to try it on this smaller opponent. Knowing if she made the right contact in the right places it too would be a short and easy fight. The ground was slippery, she was going to have to make it rough enough to get an edge to lurch forward. Fore daggers cutting into the ice, letting chunks escape t from the frozen liquid. Wedges were a better term. She did this fast, not giving the painted stallion much of a chance to realize what she was doing. And in a blink of an eye her attack started. Hind daggers were placed in the wedges, finding traction upon the frozen ice. The beginning would be the only part of this battle where she had time to do this maneuver. All other attacks would be counterattacks and would be up close. Powerful haunches lunged the seventeen point one hand wench towards her painted opponent’s left side. Her daggers were aimed carefully; right dagger to hit behind his shoulder blade, left forelimb to triangular section on his boa where the spinal cord ran. Maw parted to reveal her blood stained ivories that were aimed for the crest of his neck. If her right dagger hit where she planned it to, then it could dislocate his shoulder. If he moved, sure enough the power behind her attack could cause damage someplace else. She was hoping that would be her first hit. If her left dagger hit in the right area it could easily dislocate disks or worse. Then if she got a good enough hold of her painted opponent she would be aiming to take him down- hard of course. It would be like being body slammed by a brick wall. Fancy didn’t go easy on anyone. Once you willingly stepped into the arena with Fancy as Hell, it was game on. Fancy never bothered to speak a word to her opponent; she didn’t to her first one so why should she to this one? She was not here to throw around words, she was here to fight. Talking was just a waste of time and energy. words; 1000 tag; fleabittengraystats; signature: fancy as hell initials: fancy molding: mare era: four ancestry: percheron elevation: 17.1hh pigment: grey locks: silvery cream designs: dapples orbs: green association: dark physical health: 95% (large chunk of skin missing up by her crest, irritating mark under barrel, scrapes on side, sore rib) mental health: 100% Attack: 1.) Right dagger is placed to dislocate his shoulder, left is to hit the spinal cord when it's running through his neck. 2.) Hoping to grab a hold of his crest and bring him to the ground. TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 2, 2014 10:33:37 GMT -7
Name- 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 (first battle); bruised left hip that will become sore and make it difficult to move Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Insomnia, Kleptomania, Mythomania, Sadistic
A set of emerald optics were staring straight ahead at the entrance to the arena. He was studying it, watching as pairs entered and then exited moments later with limps and bruises. He observed them all carefully, knowing that he would be facing one of them in the next round. He stood motionless, a wintry gust sending his tassels flying, his banner tangled around his hind legs. It had grown warmer but it was still cold enough to burn his lungs, plus the wind was picking up and making it seem colder than it actually was. Slowly, he inhaled, testing the atmosphere. He could smell blood. It was all around him. Wounded gladiators dripped blood from the tears in their skin. He saw one brute with a torn ear and he made a mental note not to let his opponent get near his ears. He had already taken a hit to the head from his previous opponent. He still had a throbbing headache from the assault and the scrape on the left side of his cheek stung but it had begun to scab over. His worst injury was the two inch tear on his rump, on the left side. He could feel it still bleeding, the scarlet dripping from his hind pillar and onto the snowy ground.
He took one final deep breath and began to move forward into the arena. The path leading toward it was worn down and muddy. The snow was beginning to melt but that didn't mean that the ice was melting. Carefully, taking his time, he entered the ring. He eyed his opponent, a mare by the name of Fancy As Hell. She was taller than him and had more muscle in her broad draft body. He would have to pick is attacked carefully for this one. He continued to walk until he came to the center of the arena.. Another gust of wind made his tresses dance and a confident smile spread across his chapped lips. He did not make a move to attack her. First, he had to see how she handled herself in this environment. He wasn't used to the snow and ice but that wasn't going to stop him from trying. But for now he would watch.
The mare began to paw at the ground and before he realized what was happening, the percheron came running right toward him. Mudvayne remained calm and simply stood there, his muscles coiled like springs. He waited for her to come a little closer before releasing the coils of toned muscle and springing forward away from her attack. He slid forward a few inches, his ears pinned back. He let out an annoyed grunt when he felt a hoof make contact with his hip. The pain was intense and his leg buckled for a moment before he managed to pull himself back up. He turned to face the mare, emerald eyes narrowed as he surveyed her.She was a big girl so he figured going for her legs would make the most sense. It would be dangerous, of course, but what battle wasn't?
Once again, the two year old surged forward, careful not to go too fast. He stretched out his head and neck as he got closer, slowing briefly to bite at the upper portion of the mare's leg. He wanted to take a good sized chunk out of the meaty forearm but he didn't stick around to see if he succeeded or not, though. Instead, he kept moving, kicking out with a hind leg as he did so. He was aiming for her right hind leg. If he put enough power into the kick he could possibly break it. He smirked to himself, trotting off a short distance before turning to look at the gray bitch. If she wanted to fight, she would have to come to him. He wasn't going to go for her. That was too easy and Mudvayne liked a challenge.
ooc: Attacks: 1 - bit at the upper portion of her right upper leg, hoping to tear a chunk out of it 2 - kicked out at her right hind leg as he moved away from her, his main goal being to break or crack the bone
Dodges: 1 - he jumped out of the way of fancy's bite and kicks except one hoof connected with his left hip
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Post by Zohyd// on Jan 2, 2014 14:16:52 GMT -7
back the f*** off {beauty is skin-deep; ugly cuts to the bone} Her younger opponent could move quickly on this slippery terrain, she would give him that. When she attacked there had not been a lot of space between them and yet he was able to spring forward like his ass was on fire without managing to slip. Let his ego overpower him and think he is immune to the arena floor. Eventually he will slip. He was being careless in his actions, not thinking them through. This was typical in a younger opponent. Lack of experience is what it came down to, or perhaps he was just dense in the head. Fancy didn’t really care, but she did plan to make him pay for it. Her hoof had made contact with his left hip and she watched him buckle. Single audit flicked forward as she heard a grunt noise escape from his vocals. She wanted something a bit more painful- that would be music to her ears, but she would take what she got at the moment. Green orbs watched as he then turned to face her, taking her in. She sure as hell didn’t look very pleasant. A nasty mean look was plastered upon her façade. She had the ability to be beautiful if she ever lightened her features, however it was rare to come across this Percheron wench when she wasn’t scowling. Orbs watched as he came towards her. She could read him like an open book. He was moving slow- careful not to slip on the ice but it wasn’t helping him fake out his opponent in any way. Once again, Fancy didn’t let the battle come to her. She too lurched forward. Her moment altering slightly as a hind dagger slid across the sheet of ice. If he wanted to charge at her then he was crazy. Her substantial size would overpower him in this category, sure enough he would take more damage than she. Before their bodies were to collide Fancy watched as he stretched his boa out and she knew exactly where he was aiming for. She was moving towards him now- no longer standing still and unless he managed to memorize her gait he would be off of his target. Dappled wench felt his ivories close upon her left forelimb- but he had no time to clamp down. Her natural gait was high stepping with a ton of knee action. His attack could very easily bite him in the butt. As he comes down to attempt to bite her leg, that limb is moving up. Sure enough a good uppercut to the jaw would teach him a lesson there and all he would get would be a mouthful of her fur. If he didn’t get that baby face of his out of there and fast then a, uppercut punch is exactly what he was going to get. Fancy had her mind on something else though. He had left his jowls and wind pipe wide open. Percheron wench didn’t hesitate. Those blood stained ivories were revealed as she tucked her dial slightly and aimed for his throatlatch area. It was vulnerable and lethal. Maybe next time he would think twice about leaving himself open. As her opponent’s painted bodice moved past her she saw his weight shift and that he was about to send a rear kick in her direction. Fancy attempted to move away but the sheet of ice had failed her. Hind limb slid out far behind her, allowing her haunch muscle to take the hit. This too would be another muscle that would need to work itself out. If she stopped moving sure enough it would cramp as Fancy could already tell it was a knot. The painted stallion might be small but he had some power behind him, give him another couple years and some more fighting experience and Fancy would be intrigued to see where he was at. He was trying to go for her limbs, she knew how small horse brain’s worked. Drakkar had spent time trying to teach her a gravity lesson when she threw it back in his face. There are only certain points you can hit in the leg that will take down an equine and if you miss your mark it is like poking the dragon. May the odds be ever in your favor at that point. Green orbs watched as he trotted off, putting space between the two. He seemed to be proud of himself- though he had not done much damage. And trotting off like that was like running away. He couldn’t stand the close quarter game so he was retreating and trying to get a mental break before his next move; at least that is how Fancy saw it. Fancy moved towards him immediately, not wanting to stand still in case that haunch muscle decided to cramp up into something she couldn’t work out. Once she got close enough, she lunged again. This time her hind daggers sunk in hard to the sheet of ice, preventing herself from slipping. Her bodice lurched forward and up. Lethal fore daggers striking out threatening to do some serious laceration damage if they were to come in contact. Again that maw of hers parted as she ducked below and allowed her ivories to be aimed to the soft underside of Mudvayne’s nape: the fragile and vital confines of his throat. Hopefully she could leave a gash there or take out a nasty chunk. If that all failed she had her body weight in her favor. Her bodice was still lurching towards him in this attack. If she didn’t get what she wanted on the underside of his nape then she would allow her seventeen point one hand bodice to barrel into his fifteen point three hand bodice. Gravity and thick limbs with lethal daggers could take care of the rest once her opponent was knocked off balance. words; 997 tag; fleabittengraystats; Name- Fancy as Hell Breed- Percheron Age- 4 Gender- Mare Height- 17.1hh Alliance- Dark Health- Round One: large chunk of skin missing up by her crest, irritating mark under barrel, scrapes on side, sore rib Round Two: Mudvayne manged to tear of some hair on her leg. Because Fancy slipped trying to avoid his kick, it landed on her haunch muscle, making it knot immediately. She will keep moving so it does not cramp up completely. Needs to be walked out for a couple hours. Attack: 1.) As Mudvayne came at her she too went towards him. If he did not get his face away soon enough after taking a chunk then he could possibly have gotten her knee action to his jaw. While that was happening she aimed to take a chunk out of his throat latch area. 2.) Fancy moved close towards him before lurching towards him head on. Daggers aiming wherever they might hit. Teeth aimed again for the underside of his boa where his windpipe and vital organs are. She also has her body weight behind this, so if contact is made the collision could be messy between the two ;] TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 3, 2014 15:07:45 GMT -7
Name- 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 (first battle); bruised left hip that will become sore and make it difficult to move, 1 1/2 in laceration on the left of his neck from Fancy's teeth, 3 in. cut on the right side of his neck from Fancy's hooves, sore jaw, 5 in. tear on the left side of his neck just above the jugular vein with heavy bleeding Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Insomnia, Kleptomania, Mythomania, Sadistic
Mudvayne had experience fighting. He had fought equines larger than Fancy, had taken them down to the ground and killed them. However, it had been quite some time since his last battle and the conditions today was something he had never been prepared for. He wasn't enjoying sliding on the ice or the cold snow that came up to his knees. His lower limbs felt frozen and stiff. The longer he stayed in the arena, the colder he became - an obvious sign that he was not giving his all. He had been doing better in the first round. He'd come out with hardly any injuries but this one was different. He couldn't focus. He blamed the kick to his head. He now had a throbbing headache, one that the cold wasn't helping. He felt disoriented. The throbbing was spreading to his left eye and he growled under his breath, pawing at the snow with a foredagger. He dug down to the ice, looking at it before looking back up at Fancy. He was not enjoying this fight, which was a first for him. It had to be the headache. Hopefully there wasn't any internal damage. He didn't want to walk around like an idiot for the rest of his life.
The mare was charging at him while he lunged for her. He knew better than to hit her head on, that would be suicide, so he went right. Her knee came up when he went for her leg but he didn't move in time, receiving a blow to the bottom of his jaw. It was painful, but at least he had managed to get his teeth on her. Unfortunately, his attack was avoided and his teeth merely scrape against her skin. He cursed under his breath, willing the throbbing in his head to go away, but instead it just got worse. He was beginning to feel dizzy but there was no way he was going down with in the arena. He would rest before the next round, that should solve his problem. The first problem, however, that he had to avoid were the mare's teeth going right for his throat. He quickly brought his chin down against his chest, nipping at Fancy's muzzle. He escaped her teeth, but just barely. At least his kick had landed, though it wasn't where he had originally planned on kicking her. He was willing to take any hit he could get.
Waiting for Fancy to come to him, Mudvayne took a few deep breathes, ignoring the stinging in his lungs. She charged at him and he braced himself, staring her down without no inkling of fear in his emerald eyes. At the last second, he pushed off his hind legs and leaped to the right, avoiding her massive hooves but the bite to his neck he could not avoid. Her teeth grabbed onto his nape just above where he jugular vein was. He jerked his head away, tearing open the skin and letting blood seep out of the wound. He snorted, shaking his head and sending blood flying. He glared at the female before rearing up, making sure to keep his chin tucked against his chest. He kicked with his front legs at her face and neck, hoping to give her the same headache he had. This battle had not been his best, but he wasn't going to ever back down from a fight.
ooc: my muse decided to fly away to narnia -__- and then i got distracted by a7x oops Attacks: 1 - bit at the upper portion of her right upper leg, hoping to tear a chunk out of it 2 - kicked out at her right hind leg as he moved away from her, his main goal being to break or crack the bone 3 - nipped at her nose when she went for his throat the first time
Dodges: 1 - he jumped out of the way of fancy's bite and kicks except one hoof connected with his left hip 2 - dodged to the right when fancy charged at him again, avoiding her hooves
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Post by Zohyd// on Jan 4, 2014 22:55:48 GMT -7
back the f*** off {beauty is skin-deep; ugly cuts to the bone} Name- Fancy as Hell Breed- Percheron Age- 4 Gender- Mare Height- 17.1hh Alliance- Dark Health- Round One: large chunk of skin missing up by her crest, irritating mark under barrel, scrapes on side, sore rib Round Two: Mudvayne manged to tear of some hair on her leg. Because Fancy slipped trying to avoid his kick, it landed on her haunch muscle, making it knot immediately. She will keep moving so it does not cramp up completely. Needs to be walked out for a couple hours. Since Fancy's weight was continuing to push Fancy forward, when Mudvayne reared to strike out at her, he struck her behind her right audit where a large bump will form that is painful when she pins her audits(something she always does) and is going to be beyond irritating! And she got a nice surface scrape that drew blood on her boa and will be sore. This fight may now be judged! Good luck Gray <3 TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 15:21:11 GMT -7
fleabittengray & Mudvayne Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10/10 Comments: No comment needed, it was done as it was needed! No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10/10 Comments: I saw no powerplaying or godmodding here. 1000 Words Or Less: 8/10 Comments: All of your posts were 1000 words or less, but they just didn't seem to flow as nicely as Zo's did. Correct Setting: 10/10 Comments: You played well with the fact that it was icy and slippery and you mentioned how it was harder to breath! Well done! Realistic Attacks: 10/10 Comments: Good job!!! I loved them all and you did a great job on using his size~ Realistic Dodges: 9/10 Comments: They weren't bad. But I definitely think they could have been a bit better. Especially that first one, with how the arena was made to look this time, he should have slid a bit when he raced forward. If his legs buckled on ice he likely would have fallen. Realistic Injuries: 10/10 Comments: All were very realistic, just next time. Play up on his old injuries and his new ones a little more, other than mentioning them at the first post I never really saw any mention of his hip hurting cause of the deep cut there. Spelling/Grammar: 10/10 Comments: No comment needed. Total Score: 77 Zohyd// w. Fancy Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10/10 Comments: No comment needed, it was done as it was needed! No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10/10 Comments: Same comment for you as it was for Grey~ 1000 Words Or Less: 10/10 Comments: Right on the money each time! Your posts were longer but they were wonderful to read and I never got bored. Correct Setting: 10/10 Comments: Good job here! I like how you played on her weight with how her movements wouldn't be able to be as quick as her opponents because she was larger and likelier to slip! Realistic Attacks: 9/10 Comments: I loved your attacks and thought they were well thought out and just fun to read, but the whole digging herself holes to use as a support system threw me off a bit xD I can't see any of the horses I deal with on a daily basis doing that. Realistic Dodges: 10/10 Comments: I like that you had her slip and not be able to dodge an attack and that she calculated her walking so as to not get as much damage as she would if she had stood still. Realistic Injuries: 9/10 Comments: Although I liked your dodges I think you could have made it so Fancy got a bit more injured? I just feel like her injuries are very minor compared to her opponents. Spelling/Grammar: 10/10 Comments: No comment needed. Total Score: 78 Congratulations to Zohyd// with Fancy as Hell on winning by one point. This was a verrry hard battle to judge![/font]
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