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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 4, 2014 15:23:34 GMT -7
The storm is over. All that's left is a slight drizzle and the murky puddles scattered across the arena, mostly in the center where most of the battles are fought. There is no ice and the dark black clouds have been replaced with patchy rainclouds. The sun is setting and the temperature is dropping. Three days to reply. No posts over 1000 words. Post previous injuries and how many losses that they have. Zohyd// will post first with Fancy As Hell followed by @deadlysecrets with Killswitch.
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Post by Zohyd// on Mar 5, 2014 9:50:31 GMT -7
back the f*** off {beauty is skin-deep; ugly cuts to the bone} This would now be round six for Fancy. However she was lucky. Her last opponent had not shown up- therefore becoming an automatic win for Fancy. It had given her time to allow some of her wounds to stop bleeding although she knew the moment the battle were to begin the skin would stretch and her bleeding would start yet again. Seventeen point one hand bodice entered the battle arena at a leisurely walk. Only thing she knew about her next opponent was his name, Killswitch. Dappled grey bodice came to a halt as she now waited patiently. The storm had passed over the Colosseum leaving just a drizzle to remain. Puddles were scattered throughout the arena, mainly in the middle where much of the fighting took place. The sun was beginning its descent in the sky taking the temperature level with it. Fancy as Hell’s head had stopped most of the throbbing. The uppercut she took in the fourth round head left her with a massive head throb that has now dulled out due to the extra time to sit and recover. Dried blood spread down the left side of her feminine façade. Oh how the Percheron wench truly looked like a bad ass warrior at this point. Emerald orbs finally spotted her victim as his smoky ebon bodice entered the arena. He was smaller than she by at least a hand. Fancy was built thick like a brick house while he would be lighter footed. Once again Fancy would have to stay on her toes and when she hit she would have to hit hard and make it count. Carefully she tried to take in his injuries, deciding where she would attack. He was missing his left ear, left side of his façade had swelled and he had a cut just below his eye on the right side. Large gashes spread across his chest that too had spilt quite a bit of blood. His gait seemed a bit off- as if he was a bit tender to walk with those forelimbs. Once her opponent came closer Fancy began her usual prance. It was a good way to stay light on her feet and reactive to counter any moves her opponent would make. At first her joints protested but within a couple of seconds she felt warmed up again and was ready for this fight. Since he had quite a few injuries already to the left side of his bodice she rightfully deemed that to be his weak side. If she was right about his gait and that something was hurting within his forelimb region she too would aim for there. Fancy didn’t play nice once she spotted the weaknesses. Once her sixteen point one hand opponent was within striking distance Fancy wasted no time. Weight shifted backwards, muscles coiled up and sprung her forward like a rocket just to the right of him- which would place her on his left side. Left dagger curled up and was raised high as she aimed it to hit him square in the eye. Wouldn’t hurt if she could hinder his vision as well. Right dagger went to strike just to the inside of his point of shoulder. She put power behind her attack for if she were to successfully hit with her right dagger it would dig deep in and possibly dislocate it. Blood stained ivories bared in the setting sun as she ducked her dial slightly to grab for his throatlatch area. Might as well go for vital organs, right? As Fancy came down off her attack she allowed her massive weight to carry through. Bringing that left and right dagger down to the ground hopefully, close enough to his bodice that they would hit his forelimbs on the way down giving her a chance to figure out truly if there was pain within them. Fancy then ducked her head and swung it to her left before shooting it up fast. If she was lucky she would hit him just below the jaw. Might as well use the hard part of her large dial on the more vulnerable, knockout areas of his. Once her seventeen point one hand bodice had all four on the Earth she didn’t stay there for very long. Front daggers pulled themselves out of the suction like mud and moved to her left landing in a large splash, sending murky droplets everywhere. Large haunches came swinging around in the direction of her opponent. Once in the right position Fancy allowed her weight to shift forward and sent those back, lethal daggers flying through the air. She planned to double barrel kick him in the side- whether or not she was successful she didn’t stand around to find out. As her hind limbs came down that left haunch buckled slightly as it protested from a two kicks she had taken to it earlier. Fancy as Hell recovered quickly though as she lurched herself forward away from her opponent and turned to face him quickly, knowing it would now be his turn to attack and she would need to be prepared to counter and play offense once again. A deep breath was drawn in and caught short. The sore ribs and knot on her chest were becoming irritable and made it harder for the seventeen point one hand wench to catch her breath. However Fancy could deal. She had trained extensively for these fights. She would not be that out of breath. Her recovery time would be just a touch longer but the dappled femora would deal. As long as she won the fight then she didn’t care about the consequences. Train like you fight and fight like you train. Fancy never went less than 100% and she would try her damn hardest to not leave the judges guessing as to whom was the winner. It was always her goal to make it obvious. words; 986 tag; @deadlysecrets ooc' The first thought that went through my mind was what if this was Liliana that made it this far? hahaha I don't know if she'd be able to fight him (; Anyways- good luck love! <3 Record- 3 wins, 1 automatic win, 1 loss 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: Knot in her haunch muscle- cramps up if standing too long, large bump/knot behind her right audit that is painful and irritating, bloody surface scrape on her neck Round Three: Kick to the chest, immediate welt. Got a chunk from the right side of her boa where she already had a scrape. Took a huge blow to the face. Deep cut with exposed muscle- bleeding down her face. Round Four: Laceration on face, kicked in the left haunch and limb, Skin/ hair torn off of right audit and took an uppercut to the jaw- throbbing head Round Five: None, as it was a forfeit. staff edit: Image removed due to not having credits ON the image per stock holder rules <3 Zohyd//
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2014 19:10:24 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- 67% (physical), injuries from past battles are in the notes section/ 90%(mental)-Multiple Personality Disorder
Once again he heard the call; a call that summoned him back to The Coliseum. It was a place that he had grown to know very well during this tournament. He had seen it at its worst and he was glad for that. The memories, both mental and physical, would serve as lessons and reminders for all of his future battles. They would come. In this world there was always a fight to be fought. His trek back hadn’t been difficult now that winter was finally beginning to release the land from its icy grasp. Shadows grew longer as the sun began to give way to the moon. His pelt blended in nicely with the growing shadows that came with nightfall. Killswitch was just glad that there was no longer any ice. That part had been a real bitch. The dark clouds that had made this area their home had subsided and in their place were patchy rain clouds. They didn’t look anywhere near as threatening as their predecessors had been. Even through his thick winter pelt, Killswitch could feel the chill of the falling temperature. He was getting really tired of all this cold weather crap. By the time he reached The Coliseum Jet had gained control over their body. This was his area of expertise and Killswitch didn’t want to risk a second, and final, loss. They had come so far and obtained a good amount of injuries to just throw it all away now. The smoky black beast walked with his head held high. His missing ear was now his most distinguished feature, followed closely by the three large gashes on his chest. Those three gashes were scabbed over and the skin was a bit tight and his nub ear was also a massive scab that itched like hell. His front limbs still throbbed from the massive bruising he had received during the fights and there was no hiding his limp even though he tried. Those legs of his wouldn’t hold him back from dishing out any form of punishment he could deliver.
His opponent, some mare named Fancy as Hell, was already in the arena waiting for him. How charming, Jet thought to himself demonically. Focus, Killswitch reminded him. Jet sometimes had a tendency to think with their other head at times. The young brute didn’t know a thing about this mare other than what he now saw. She was tall; a full hand taller than he was, and had a dapple pelt that was littered with various injuries. It seemed he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of this tournament. Jet chuckled darkly as the ground turned to murky puddles in the center of the arena, conveniently where they had to fight. His gait wasn’t very fast, the beast wanted to hide most of his limp. It wasn’t long before he stopped walking that Fancy surged forward to initiate round six. As she moved he moved right along with her, his hooves splashing up murky water as he danced and moved. The wench reared, legs flailing dangerously at his face. Killswitch moved his head to avoid the blow but he was only mildly successful. Her right hoof made a solid connection with the left side of his cranium and he felt an instant headache. She had only missed his eye by an inch and the area next to his eye swelled right up. However that pain wasn’t enough to take his mind off the fact that his left shoulder was now throbbing in pain due to the fact it was now a gaping and bleeding gash with a hint of muscle showing through. The blow to his head had meant he hadn’t registered the fact her first attack had involved a second part. Out of pure anger Killswitch whipped his head around and with bared teeth he attempted to take a chunk out of the mare’s right side. He wasn’t aiming because all he wanted was to make her bleed. His own attack had helped him avoid being grabbed by the throat; instead she managed to tug at his neck causing massive bruising to the area. As the mare came back to the ground she managed to hit Killswitch’s front cannon bone and he couldn’t help but snort at the immediate pain. The area there was still so tender and he danced a bit, putting more weight on his left side even though that leg also hurt. Out of sheer dumb luck his pain dance allowed him to above being clocked in the jaw. As Fancy prepared for yet another attack, Killswitch was more prepared since the buck gave him a split second more time to react. On aching legs he dodged most of the blow but she still managed to create a good sized cut on the left side of his barrel.
With a mud soaked underbelly Killswitch turned to face the wench and he didn’t give her time to take breather before he charged forward. His muscles ached with the movement but the stag didn’t care. As soon as he was close enough Killswitch reared, legs flying as he tried to slam the mare’s skull if possible. When he started to head back towards the ground the stallion reached out with bared teeth as he tried to take her ear or some other part of her face with him. Upon hitting the ground he immediately rammed his marred chest into the dapple wench’s right shoulder and lashed out, once more, with his teeth. His goal now was to further irritate the injuries on her chest before dashing off to take a moment’s breather. Jet was making sure to not let the demoness out of his sight. She was dangerous and he wanted to see if any damage had been done to that already damaged hide of hers.
Words: 994- without codes Notes: 3 wins, 1 Tie, 1 Loss
Round 1 Injuries: None, opponent never showed. Round 2 Injuries: -Left ear torn off leaving a nub -bruising on the left side of his rump -left side of his face is swollen -2 inch cut under his right eye that is slightly swollen -bruised front legs (canon bones) Round 3 Injuries: -Pain in his lower jaw from being kicked -3 large gashes on his chest, bleeding heavily. -Pain in his chest, swelling -She only managed to tug at his ear so right now it hurts a lot -Bruising on his neck(right side) Round 4 & 5 Injuries: No battles
Music: Mnemic Side Notes: Zohyd//- I don't think Killswitch would be able to fight his precious, he likes her way too much. Attacks: -Tried to bite a chunk out of her right side (none specific area as he wasn't aiming) -Reared and flailed his hooves aiming to deliver blows to her head (top of skull area, generally) -Tried to bite and tear at her face as his rear came to an end (right side) -Rammed his chest into her right shoulder and tried to lash out with his teeth in an attempt to worsen her already existing chest area wounds. Injuries: -Left side of his face, by his eye, is swollen, minor concussion -Gaping gash on right shoulder, small hint of muscle showing -Severe bruising on right cannon bones, minute hairline fracture that will completely heal in a couple of months -Large cut, bleeding, on the left side of his barrel
Killswitch's Speech Killswitch's Thoughts Jet's Speech Jet's Thoughts
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Post by Zohyd// on Mar 8, 2014 11:03:33 GMT -7
back the f*** off {beauty is skin-deep; ugly cuts to the bone} Fancy felt the connection of her dagger and it said she had made a hit on her opponent. She had managed to just miss his left orb but she knew that the blow would do enough to shake his brain up a bit, and that is exactly what it did. The smoky ebon bastard had not seen her other lethal dagger aimed for his shoulder region. A laceration lay where her slate dagger had sliced it open, the muscle beneath just peeking through enough to be noticeable. Slight smirke was placed upon her smoky kissers, that had to hurt she thought to herself before she quickly brought her mind back to the battle that was placed before her. Her opponent’s dial snaked around and Fancy knew she wouldn’t be able to move away in time to avoid this bite. Stinging pain washed through the lower section of her muscular boa where he had managed to grab a chunk of her dappled canvas, however it was not a game changing move. He gave away all Fancy needed when she managed to knock one of his front canon bones. Blowing the abrupt carbon dioxide through his nasal passages told Fancy that he indeed was sore in this region, well didn’t this fight just become that much more entertaining? Her double barrel kick had just landed enough for a laceration to appear on the left side of his barrel. This too would not be game changing. Fancy needed another blow to knock the socks off her little opponent. Immediately the smoky ebon opponent was on top of her with his very own retaliation to what she had just done to him. He pulled up short of her and threw his weight back, flinging upwards into the air. Slate daggers were aimed towards her dial and Fancy found herself overreacting. She was already shy to the face from the cut she had taken earlier. At first that attractive dial of hers flung up high where she took a blow to the left side of her nasal area. Immediately her dial shot down where another hit was taken to the top of her skull. While a throbbing pain immersed throughout her dial it was a short one that didn’t last. If he wanted to hit her in the hardest part of an equine’s skull then fine. Carbon dioxide was blown out as she allowed herself to come up while he was coming down. Attractive dial over flexed as her natural high action gait became over exaggerated. Her goal was to send a killer uppercut to his jowl while he was coming down from his rear. Pain rushed down the front of her façade- just to the inside of her left orb. The smoky ebon had managed to tear a chunk of skin down her façade that was at least three inches long. The light drizzle the fell from the grey clouds that loomed overhead caused it to sting terribly. Murky water splattered every which direction once her opponent landed and with no time he was charging her again. This time he aimed to ram her shoulder. Seventeen point one hand bodice barely moved from his foolish action. Perhaps if there was more space between them when he charged then he would have had better luck but she doubted it. From this close distance it had to hurt more for him than she. It’d be like ramming a brick wall- did he really think his light, short build was going to affect her draft, pure muscle build. In the setting sun Fancy caught sight of his ivories aimed for her chest. Weight shifted back as she attempted to move backwards and away. Pain and heat surged throughout her chest area as she knew he was successful in grabbing a chunk or two. Instantly her right forelimb snapped high into the air as she finally shifted away from his biting chops. It was another attempt at sending another uppercut to his jaw- hoping that it would be dislocated soon. Emerald optics watched as he danced away from her but she was not about to give him a chance to relax. Why should she when he had not wanted to give her a moment to rest? Dappled wench didn’t need to rest however. Her intense and killer training before this tournament was so she could withstand this many battles at such a high pace. Muscles released her forwards to her opponent, he wanted to try and throw his weight around so she was going to show him exactly how it was done, whilst using her height to her advantage. Again it was his left side she decided to aim for. Bodice lurched just a couple inches off the ground as she attempted to place her right dagger into his shoulder, left limb stretched out and went to sneak over to the other side of his bodice- hoping to curl just enough around his right limb behind his knee. Blood stained ivories moved to hopefully latch onto his crest while her weight followed through. If she was successful the pain in the left shoulder would be immense and possibly become dislocated, then his right limb would buckle due to her limb wrapped around it and her weight would sweep him to the muddy ground. A more advanced maneuver and not one you usually saw from such a large equine. Fancy would end up falling on top of her opponent if she was successful which too would not feel pleasant thanks to her fat ass weight and his slender build. But she wasn’t one to stay down long. It was a simple sweep just to knock him to the ground that had injuries all on its own. Shoulder, ribs sometimes even the skull depending on how you fell- heck with him those cannon bones might not feel too wonderful either. Would she be successful was the question that currently stood? words; 990 (In Microsoft word 2007) tag; @deadlysecrets ooc' Haha that well I'll pass that along to Liliana Record- 3 wins, 1 automatic win, 1 loss 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: Knot in her haunch muscle- cramps up if standing too long, large bump/knot behind her right audit that is painful and irritating, bloody surface scrape on her neck Round Three: Kick to the chest, immediate welt. Got a chunk from the right side of her boa where she already had a scrape. Took a huge blow to the face. Deep cut with exposed muscle- bleeding down her face. Round Four: Laceration on face, kicked in the left haunch and limb, Skin/ hair torn off of right audit and took an uppercut to the jaw- throbbing head Round Five: None, as it was a forfeit. Round Six: Took a small chunk out of the lower part of her boa, left side of her face struck, tore a 3 inch chunk next to her eye, got two healthy chunks out of her already irritated chest
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 18:39:32 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- 50% (physical), injuries from past battles are in the notes section/ 90%(mental)-Multiple Personality Disorder
Perhaps ramming his chest right into the brick shit-house of a mare hadn’t been such a good idea. The beast felt the after effect of his actions; thankfully his gashes were nearly healed. Just a few blood spots trickled from where the scab separated from healthy skin tissue. Blood flowed freely from the gash on his shoulder. Every drop of rain and hint of wind sent a clawing pain all the way down to the bone but he tried to ignore it. He had bigger problems to deal with; like the fact that his head was ringing and throbbing and there was something wrong with his right leg. The fact that there was also blood on the right side of his barrel was completely irrelevant at this point. There was also no time to dwell on any of his injuries or even breathe before the wretched dapple whore was at it again. Jet was fighting with pure rage and Killswitch wasn’t happy about this but if they wanted to win then Jet had to remain in control and think a little bit. Rage couldn’t be the determining factor here- skill had to be number one. Blood was clearly mixing in with the mud and Jet refused to look at it. His companion was right, he needed to keep his head focused or the battle was last.
Clearly Fancy had it in for his jaw and he had no idea why. It wasn’t like he had opened his mouth to insert his hoof to get himself in trouble. Perhaps she was just jealous that he had a sexy mouth. It did hurt though since she had managed to bang it with the less powerful area of a tree-trunk leg. While Fancy charged at him for her second barrage of attacks he flexed his jaw and flashed her a very wicked grin. This time he was prepared for her left side tactic to attacking him. That was almost like beating a dead horse- pardon the pun. Thought the pain he side stepped, an ungraceful dance-like move, and avoided being grabbed by her monstrous hooves but he did feel pain in his left shoulder and up on his crest. Both spots were now bleeding and his crest was missing a few hairs while his left should now sported a lovely slice. Luckily for him there was no muscle showing so his awkward ballerina move had paid off even though his right leg had a searing pain in it. Even though he hadn’t fallen to the ground, Killswitch had taken and extra step which could clearly be taken as a stumble. Despite the pain in almost every part of his body and lighter build the bastard was strong and stubborn. This bitch wouldn’t bring him to the ground. All three personalities agreed on that and in an instant Killswitch gave Jet the okay to run with his fury and do whatever it was that he had to do in this fight. Fuck it was the motto here.
Once more he opted to not let the dappled whore rest. This time is was due to the fact that it was getting darker out and he didn’t want his vision to be a hindrance for him. His decisions had been questionable in the first slew of attacks he gave her but they wouldn’t be this time. With an awkward gait he now side-stepped towards her and lashed out with his maw; red and yellowed ivories baring their grit as he aimed for the softer skin off to the side where right shoulder met right leg. He positioned the rest of his body so that his back and crest were easy targets for her maw but they were parts of his body he was willing to have harmed if it meant he could tear sensitive skin in a highly mobile area. His chest would also be vulnerable to attack but he had enough of his own muscle that it would protect him from severe damage. Just because he was smaller didn’t mean he was lacking in muscle definition. Rearing as an attack was no longer a viable option for him because he could feel that there was something a little less than bruising going on here and he didn’t want to risk bruising a leg. It was actually beneficial for him that she had remained on his left side and he was going to keep her there.
His head pulled away from his attack and he didn’t look to see if he had done any damage or not. There would be plenty of time once the fight was over to admire his handy work. Right now he still had to fight the damned bitch to get to that end point. Since rearing and bucking were out of the question for him he had to play it smart now. Killswitch backed up only a step or two, mud sloshed and squished with his movements, and he threw his head up and slightly sideways as he aimed to further damage her face. Now his intention was to tug and tear at her throatlatch or right cheek. Whether or not it was successful had yet to be determined. Once his final attack was over the demented smoky black beast trotted unsteadily to a safe distance, they had both done the allotted requirements of battle and now it was time to be judged. Killswitch rested his front right leg as that was the part of him hurting the most, followed closely by his head. The world started to spin. It seemed the open lacerations were nothing compared to a minor leg fracture and slight concussion. Killswitch flexed his jaw and felt it pop a little; apparently she had managed to do a bit more damage to it than he originally thought. Good thing he hadn’t opened his big mouth.
Words: 994- without codes (again =P) Notes: 3 wins, 1 Tie, 1 Loss
Round 1 Injuries: None, opponent never showed. Round 2 Injuries: -Left ear torn off leaving a nub -bruising on the left side of his rump -left side of his face is swollen -2 inch cut under his right eye that is slightly swollen -bruised front legs (canon bones) Round 3 Injuries: -Pain in his lower jaw from being kicked -3 large gashes on his chest, bleeding heavily. -Pain in his chest, swelling -She only managed to tug at his ear so right now it hurts a lot -Bruising on his neck(right side) Round 4 & 5 Injuries: No battles
Music: Mnemic Side Notes: Zohyd//- What a fight this was... Killswitch will be hurting for a while, good thing he had Lil to take care of him =P Good luck dear. Attacks:
-Tried to bite a chunk out of her right side (none specific area as he wasn't aiming) -Reared and flailed his hooves aiming to deliver blows to her head (top of skull area, generally) -Tried to bite and tear at her face as his rear came to an end (right side) -Rammed his chest into her right shoulder and tried to lash out with his teeth in an attempt to worsen her already existing chest area wounds. -Aimed to tear her skin with his teeth at the point where shoulder and leg meet but at the side of it where the skin gets softer and more tender. (right side) -Threw up his head and this time aimed to either bite at her throatlatch or her cheek and tear skin there. (Right side) Attacks get hard to think of when your horse can't rear or buck without possibly breaking his leg xP Injuries: -Left side of his face, by his eye, is swollen, minor concussion -Gaping gash on right shoulder, small hint of muscle showing -Severe bruising on right cannon bones, minute hairline fracture that will completely heal in a couple of months -Large cut, bleeding, on the left side of his barrel -Jaw popped a little so it hurt a bit but will be fine in a few hours time so long as he doesn't open his big mouth to insert his hoof... -4 inch laceration on his left shoulder, bleeding, no visible muscle -Small patch of mane and skin missing from his crest (hair will eventually grow back and look as good as new) -Continued pain to his right cannon bone- excruciating pain that's he's currently trying to not show (damn that manly ego)
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Post by Zohyd// on Mar 11, 2014 11:57:01 GMT -7
back the f*** off {beauty is skin-deep; ugly cuts to the bone} 1.) Killswitch managed to took a large, deep laceration in her armpit region. Irritating every time she moves. 2.) The moment he went for the throatlatch she went to move her head, however in doing so he tore off a large chunk of skin from her throatlatch area to curve up onto her cheek. words; Not a post tag; @deadlysecrets ooc' Haha that well I'll pass that along to Liliana Record- 3 wins, 1 automatic win, 1 loss 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: Knot in her haunch muscle- cramps up if standing too long, large bump/knot behind her right audit that is painful and irritating, bloody surface scrape on her neck Round Three: Kick to the chest, immediate welt. Got a chunk from the right side of her boa where she already had a scrape. Took a huge blow to the face. Deep cut with exposed muscle- bleeding down her face. Round Four: Laceration on face, kicked in the left haunch and limb, Skin/ hair torn off of right audit and took an uppercut to the jaw- throbbing head Round Five: None, as it was a forfeit. Round Six: Took a small chunk out of the lower part of her boa, left side of her face struck, tore a 3 inch chunk next to her eye, got two healthy chunks out of her already irritated chest, laceration in her armpit, tear from her throatlatch up around ending midway on her right cheek
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 11, 2014 17:06:40 GMT -7
Fancy As Hell ( Zohyd//) Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Completed No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 9 Comments: Saying exactly what would happen from second attack 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: 994 first post; 1000 second post Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Everything about the setting mentioned Realistic Attacks: 9.5 Comments: Realistic first attack but some wording didn't make sense Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: Realistic Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: Injuries mentioned in posts Spelling/Grammar: 6.5 Comments: Sentence fragments; missing commas; typed "head" instead of "had;" "from a two kicks" makes no sense in first post; "smirke" should be "smirk;" run on sentence; missing semicolon; Total Score: 75 Killswitch (@deadlysecrets) Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Completed No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: None 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: 994 first post and second post Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Setting mentioned Realistic Attacks: 9.5 Comments: Fit well with the dodges; second attacks were just a little rushed Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: Not overused Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: Previous and new injuries mentioned Spelling/Grammar: 7 Comments: Missing commas; "to take breather" should be "to take a breather;" use of a comma instead of a semicolon; "Thought" should be "through;" "and" instead of "an;" Total Score: 76.5 Close battle! You both did great. Congrats to Deadly with Killswitch!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 17:34:20 GMT -7
Thanks love =)
And good fight Zohyd... Killswitch is going to be sore for a while because of her =P
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