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XALIAS,

Overcome By Fever, Malevolent Disgrace,
Wretching With Repulsion, Bleeding From The Eyes,
Fester With Redemption, Your Blood Begins To Clot,
Clogging The Corpulses In Your Mind, Ignoring The Pretention,
Wallow In The Rot,

Name- Xalias
Breed- Shire x Clydesdale
Age- Four
Gender- Stallion
Height- Nineteen hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%

War.  It was all around him.  Carnevele Letale's voice of rebellion had been heard loud and clear by all of within Wild Equines, especially by the Dark Royals.  It had not come as much of a shock to Xalias, for he had once lived within the hierarchy of Carnevele Letale when his blood had been fresh within this domain, and he had learned that the dark band of soulless murderers feared nothing and wanted absolutely everything.  He harbored no extreme ill will toward Carrnevele Letale and if it wasn't for the fact that he had been offered a position of higher power under the Dark Royal kingdom he would be mutual in the impending war.  Now, under the order of Incognito, he was sent out as a hired executioner to battle for the freedom of an known enemy of the Dark Royals; an enemy whom went by the name of Rigor Mortis and who also happened to be the Helkaer Commander. 

Xalias had heard about the Helkaer Commander before.   Rigor Mortis happened to be one of the most arrogant bastards he had ever heard of, but he was good at his job, and Xalias didn't really oppose to the idea of enlisting his aid in the upcoming war.   Who would have thought that the Dark Royals would ally with the Helkaer Brotherhood?  At the thought of the long forsworn enemies aiding one another in the upcoming war, Xalias felt the corners of his pale, chapped lips turn upward into an amused smirk.  He doubted that both parties would be happy to place their trust in one another but what could they do if they wished to fight together?   As it stood, would Rigor Mortis even agree to such a condition?  Xalias felt that that mahogany Commander would abide by his obligation to repay the debt if Xalias was successful in this challenge but he highly doubted that he would agree to it peacefully.  It didn't matter, if he wanted to run his mouth then Xalias would be more than willing to knock him back down to size and get him to shut the fuck up.

He pressed forward in silence, his large hooves digging into the sun-warmed sand and sinking into the pliant surface as the grainules shifted to contort and leave an impression.  Xalias shook his massive jet-black head, sending his unruly tangled mane cascading down the rugged planes of his face.  Emotionless jade-green eyes, much like that of a serpent, narrowed as he studied the desert around him with a practiced eye and looked for any evidence of his opponent.  He had no idea who he would be up against but he was certain that whoever Carnevele Letale decided to send to represent the harem would be highly trained in the art of battle and would be a worthy opponent.  Xalias would expect nothing less from the feared harem than the absolute best. 

A sleek Green Mamba shifted underneath the thick weight of his mane, disturbed from a blissful slumber by the heat that had began to seep into the onyx skin of its ride.  Xalias merely rolled his eyes back in their sockets and looked at the snake, his mouth curving up in a wicked smile as he snorted, his pallid nasal passages flaring wide as he expelled carbon dioxide into the intangible atmosphere.  "It was time for you to awaken,  M'friend."  His tones were low and gravelly, for he only spoke when it was of utmost importance to do so - at least around his newfound place of residence.  There was no use in wasting time with words when one could be practicing the art of submission and fury.  It was this thought that drove him back into silence as he made his way toward the battlefield at a leisurely pace.  If it so happened that whoever it was that he was here to battle had decided to show up earlier than him it was no skin off of his back, he wasn't here to please them.  No, in fact, if they decided to say anything about it he would merely make them wait longer and get under their skin in a more subtle way. 

It was then that he saw the sun-bleached bones of battle-worn foes that hadn't made it back from battle.  His cool gaze slid over the skeletal remains in detachment as an eyebrow quirked and a growl rumbled low in his throat.  The time had come to cast aside all thought of his loved ones and of the life that he would temporarily have to leave behind as he concentrated on the task before him.  His massive ink-black frame came to a standstill as he lifted his whiskered chin and looked around him, his head held aloft in a neutral position as his ears flickered to capture the sounds that surrounded him.  All he could hear at the moment was the howling of the wind as it blew across the flat land of the desert and tugged at his sand-encrusted mane and tail, whipping the hairs around him wildly as he waited in complete silence for his opponent to reveal himself.  It wouldn't be long and the battle of wills would begin.  He was ready. 

CHARRA l Xalias
MUSE l Okay
MUSIC l Dying Fetus
TAGGED l @vin with Zacky
WORDS l 886
NOTES l I wanted to get this up for you.. Since I edited it the three days start now.. 3/27 at 8:16 PM.  I can't remember the time limit we set or if we have a word maximum.  Also, I would like to do this quick.  2 hits and 1 dodge, if that's alright with you? 

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ZACKY
VENGEANCE

Name- Zacky Vengeance
Breed- Shire x Belgian x Lusitano x Thoroughbred
Age- Seven
Gender- Stallion
Height- Nineteen point zero hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%

War was a chaotic event, especially among three entities. War may inconvenience many but for those in Carnevale Letale, it was a playground for their destructive desires. Torture, sieges, pain, mutilation of not only bodies but also alliances, relationships, empires, and the like were several things included in those desires among many more. Zacky personally wanted to see the Helkaers whittled down to just the seven ‘in charge’. No allies, no friends, no assistance, no nothing. They did not deserve any of it. Only then could they learn the price to pay for demanding infamy upon silver platters without actually rising up from their bullshit and fairy dust splattered thrones and do something. It would truly be the perfect lesion for the elitist group! Solidarity and obscurity would force the peasants into actually following the true laws they were meant to follow. The original seven had and ever since the original seven, each set of new Helkaers seemed to slowly deviate from the laws. Now where were they? They were inferior, pathetic, spoiled, and unworthy of their so called titles.

The Dark Royals were the same way. When had Incognito last been a worthy battle? What had the Dark Royals done of any use lately? Incognito could hardly be considered a true dark as it was. Neither opposing entity seemed to have any serious notions as to what war entailed unless they were waiting to start a childish circle of petty trouble. The beast could not believe that either portion of the opposition had any real plan at this point. At least not to the level that Carnevale Letale had now however, the unification between the Dark Royals and the Helkaers for the war was mildly intriguing. However that was only for the fact that the Helkaers had purposely separated from the Royals’ authority and vowed to never return to them because of their so called differences. ’I suppose when you realize you’re outnumbered and guaranteed to lose, you scurry back to the slightly bigger dogs for help. Pussies.’ Zacky was not uneducated when it came to the Helkaers. He had floated back and forth amongst the elitist group for a few years with his friends before separating entirely. The seven beasts usually prided themselves in the fact that they stood alone while together so asking for the assistance of someone slightly bigger than them was a major degradation of their image and reputation to those that cared. A sly chuckle rumbled the ebony gladiator's vocal chords as he swore to never let either opponent live it down.

Heavily feathered limbs propelled the leviathan toward the battle field in silence. Emerald orbs focused upon his surroundings just in case any Dark Royal or Helkaer supporters tried to give him a warm welcoming to the battle field. He meant 'warm' by the fact that he would be painted with their blood by the time they finished greeting him. Thick slabs of muscle pulled and contracted with ease and without pain as he cantered toward the land of victory and death. Empty glare scoured the horizon for any silhouette that seemed remotely like his opponent as he did not know who was being sent to fight him. Paper thins flared as he spotted another leviathan standing upon the horizon. Jade pools narrowed in on the figurine as the academy headmaster continued on toward the warrior before a sickeningly foul laughter escaped his lungs. It was fucking Xalias, the former executioner of Carnevale Letale. What a shit show this was turning into now! As Zacky came within about fifteen feet of the other brute, he halted before cackling again. "Well look who the Royal cunts chose to fight for their enemy's freedom. How cute, sending a former Carnevale Letale member out to face their representative." Zacky shook his head in amusement before striking at the ground which sent a cracked skull flying into the air. "I would hope you are at least smart enough to realize that just because you once lived under the empire, your position in the war now annihilates all chances that you will be spared." Carnevale Letale viewed the war as black and white. Their allies were viewed like that as well. You were either for the revolution or you were against it and anyone who lay claim to the opposing side would not be spared from any ploy of war that the sanguine empire may implement. No exception would be made for Xalias.

Ebony harks snapped back beneath his tresses to keep them out of harm's way as the previously placid beast became the epitome of pure abhorrence for the opposition. Enamels bared down as his lips curled back and stout pillars thundered beneath his frame toward his opponent. The battle ready devil charged forward with his emerald cross hairs locked upon his target with an eerie grin plastered to his features. Languid strides of power rattled the topography they stood upon before the pure onyx beast catapulted his front end skyward just as he came within half a stride length from his opponent. Dinner plate sized knives viciously struck and dug in his opponent's direction with the intent to bash his hooves into Xalias' chest or his shoulders. Jaws opened wide to only repeatedly snap shut in hopes of tearing flesh from his opponent's skull and causing deep muscle damage to his opponent's neck within the triangular area that housed his jugular groove and the muscles that allowed for his fore limbs to move forward. Anatomy was a bitch to learn but in the end it would always pay off in fights. If he was successful in damaging the muscle that connected to the point of Xalias' jaw to his shoulder, Xalias could say 'hello' to a good limp. As soon as the brute touched back down to the earth, he did not back away or run off. Retreating was not acceptable even if it meant saving himself from a heavy blow. Let the bitch make his move, Zacky was ready for whatever the traitor would throw his way.


status | complete as of 3:06PM EST on 4/2/14
word count | 1,039
muse | eh
music | ready to go - P!ATD
terms | 2 hits, 1 dodge, a week to reply, no maximum word cap, winner takes Romeo.
attacks | 1. reared up with the intention to strike at Xalias' chest and shoulders while biting, trying to damage the muscles in Xalias' neck that -- if he had damaged them -- would hinder Xalias' from moving his front leg on one side and be in a great deal of pain (brachiocephalicus) or bite all over his face.
dodges | not used

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XALIAS,

Overcome By Fever, Malevolent Disgrace,
Wretching With Repulsion, Bleeding From The Eyes,
Fester With Redemption, Your Blood Begins To Clot,
Clogging The Corpulses In Your Mind, Ignoring The Pretention,
Wallow In The Rot,

Name- Xalias
Breed- Shire x Clydesdale
Age- Four
Gender- Stallion
Height- Nineteen hands
Alliance- Dark
Health-  90%  He has taken the majority of his opponents first attack to his shoulders, ribs, and skull from biting teeth and flailing hooves. The wind has been knocked out of him and his breathing is labored, making it hard for him to pull in quite as much oxygen as he needs.

Focus. It was an essential - if not mandatory - asset in battle.  If one did not exercise any form of focus within battle then they would surely be at a disadvantage.  Xalias had been taught from an early age that if he was to be successful than he had to have the drive for it.  If he didn't feel the need for victory deep within his bones and if he didn't feel it running hot in his veins then he would never exercise a hundred percent of his effort against his opponent.  It had been a lesson that had been pounded into his head from as early as six months and as late as two years, when he had finally set out on his own to destroy any source of competition.  He was a formidable opponent, both in size and in intelligence; a true executioner who thrived in the lifestyle of ultimate destruction.  It had been one of the many reasons why he had taken an interest in residing within the gates of Carnevele Letale, a dark empire known for its rebellion, but it had been the weakness of his own heart that had led him astray until he had finally landed back in the limelight as an ally of the dark royal empire. 

A low growl rumbled softly in the back of his throat as he waited for his adversary, his ears pricked and his cool green gaze expressionless.  It would only be a matter of time before he would come face to face with the warrior that Carnevele Letale chose to represent them.  A curved ear flickered slightly as the ground shook slightly in a rhythmic fashion, a clear indication of an approaching equine that was of considerable size.  Xalias expected no less from the feared harem, for they had some of the biggest equines around, clearly drawn to those of over-sized stature and aggressive nature.  The corners of his dry, chapped lips twitched upward into the faintest of smirks before they fell flat once more, pressed together as he lifted his chin slightly and focused his gaze on the approaching equine whom he did not recognize.  It did not surprise  him that he did not recognize the colossal figure, it had been quite some time since he had been an executioner within their harem; a good two years at least. 

The coal-black executioner did not move as he watched the approach of his equally sized opponent, and he did not speak until the stallion had stopped within fifteen feet of him and spoke himself.  "Well look who the Royal cunts chose to fight for their enemy's freedom. How cute, sending a former Carnevale Letale member out to face their representative."  Xalias allowed his eyes to follow the movement of a thrown skull as it skittered across the desert sand and rolled to a rest a couple yards away before he spoke, his words indifferent.  "Fancy the irony in the situation, brute, but let us not waste time with meaningless conversation."  The over-sized executioner merely allowed his whiskered chin to dip slightly toward his chest as his gaze swept over his opponent in a practiced assessment before he rolled his massive shoulders forward in an equine version of a shrug.  It was hardly a second later before his adversary spoke again.  "I would hope you are at least smart enough to realize that just because you once lived under the empire, your position in the war now annihilates all chances that you will be spared."  

It was then - and only then - that Xalias displayed any form of emotion.  A slightly amused chuckle rumbled forth and pressed forward into the intangible atmosphere as he rolled his eyes heaven bound and then focused them on the colossal figure before him once again.  His blood-stained enamels reflected the desert sun dully as his ears tipped backward before pressing to his skull, lost within the tangled sea of his coal-black mane; a clear indication of his annoyance as the talkative nature of the beast before him.  "This isn't a tea party.  Did you come here to talk or did you come here to fight?"  There was no use in exchanging insults and threats when the time spent on that could be spent in battle.  Xalias, as well as anyone, knew that time was of the essence and if the impending battle was delayed it did nothing more than waste both of their time. 

The black stallion whom had been talking only a moment before charged in his direction, quick for his large size, and rose up to tower over Xalias in a flurry of hooves and teeth.   The battle was here, the one of many, and Xalias was ready. He did not retreat as he felt the white-hot pain of his opponent's teeth sink into the flesh of his face as the assault from his opponent's hooves slammed into his chest and pierce the thick flesh that lined the muscle to gouge deep under the surface. Xalias' breath exploded from him a hot puff of carbon dioxide before he sucked in a breath of humid desert air, his green eyes narrowing in pain and irritation as he ripped backward, avoiding the snapping teeth that were clearly aimed for a devastating blow on his neck. 

He wasted no time in his counter as his opponent fell back, quickly charging forward as the beast stood within striking distance.  It seemed that Carnevele Letale had chosen their representative wisely, for the stallion he faced was no coward when it came to the heat of battle and the expectation of retaliation.  An eerie silence had settled across the land, the only sound that shattered the otherwise silent landscape was the sound of their breathing and the thundering of their hooves - and the collision of their bodies as they fought.  Xalias used his heavy mass to charge forward in an attempt to drive his opponent back and to knock him off balance as his strong legs struck out at the lower portion of the large stallion's legs, his teeth snapping toward the flesh behind his adversaries leg where it connected with his shoulder.  He reacted out of blind instinct, trusting in his natural judgment as he carried forth with the attack in the hopes of ripping into the flesh and biting a chunk out of his opponent, perhaps possibly making it hard to move on the one side if the wound was deep enough. 

Xalias knew that to come out victorious he would have to reserve as much of his energy as possible, thus when his legs sank into the sand of the battle field again, Xalias did not try to retreat but stood close to his enemy, knowing that the closeness of their bodies would make it difficult to get much power behind the attack and it could be easily countered if need be.  He pressed closer to his opponent, almost as if in an attempt to embrace his battle ready opponent, and stiffened, eager to make his next move as he watched him closely, his eyes alive with the intensity of the battle as he remained silent.  He blinked, trying to rid his vision of blood, just beginning to realize that his facial injuries could prevent him from clearly seeing an advancing attack if he was not careful.  He could feel a piece of flesh on his cheek flutter slightly in the exhalation  of the now existent desert wind as blood splattered on to the muscle of his chest and spilled down his legs. 

Already he could feel a muscle bruise forming in his chest from the connection of his opponent's hooves and he found it harder to catch his breath, the movements that it took to breathe slightly labored as he did his best to ignore the building pain.  With his injuries in mind and in anticipation for the impending retaliation of his opponent, Xalias waited, the silence now only broken by his explosive breaths and the harsh wind as it grabbed and pulled at his tangled mane, casting strands of it across his face.  The time would come when he would make his next attack but it was not now - no, now it was time to wait; to focus.  

CHARRA l Xalias
MUSE l Okay
MUSIC l None
TAGGED l @vin with Zacky
WORDS l 1,442
NOTES l Omg, my muse sucks. :/  Here is the post. 
Dodges l (would that count as a dodge even though he took the majority of the attack?  If so, I'll change it)  Has one left.
Attacks l He instantly attacked Zacky, rushing forward to use his weight to collide with him and try to knock him off balance while striking out at his lower front legs.  His teeth are aimed for the flesh behind the shoulder of his front leg that is facing him. 

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ZACKY
VENGEANCE

Name- Zacky Vengeance
Breed- Shire x Belgian x Lusitano x Thoroughbred
Age- Seven
Gender- Stallion
Height- Nineteen point zero hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 90% -- superficial layer of flesh that covers his shoulder is torn away in an approximately 4 inch wide by 6 inch long sliver of flesh down from the point of his shoulder straight down toward his limb


Since Xalias had once been a part of Carnevale Letale's ranks, it was clear that Necropolis had found some reason to include him among her armada. By sheer size, he would be intimidating to most. If he could remember correctly, the role of the elite executioner was a heavy rank to carry and if Necropolis believed this brute had been capable, then he must have been at the time. But it was clear that his vision was now blurred by the false prophets of bloodless glory of the Dark Royals and now, the puerility of the Helkaers. By now, Zacky had come to terms with the fact that Xalias was nothing special. He was just another vessel that would become forgotten beneath the long list of traitors in Carnevale's history. The detachment made his focus on the battle much clearer. He was no longer concerned about proving his worth over the former executioner through kicking his ass. This was now about the merciless mutilation of a traitor that now has dual targets painted upon his hide. The question was now, was Xalias willing to bear the weight of those targets and be able to pay the price with his blood?

Emerald orbs widened subtly before narrowing into nearly pure jade pools as his pupils dilated in his blatant brutality. His hooves slammed into Xalias' chest and the roughened edges split his opponent's ebony flesh open. The force of his strike sent Xalias' oxygen right back out and the slight descending motion of Xalias' ribs created a vile grin upon Zacky's face. His enamels dug into the tender flesh of the former executioner's skull and the metallic taste settled bitterly sweet in his maw even though he missed the blow to his nape. Good, Xalias was not a little bitch about fighting. He still wished he had been able to land that bite to his muscled neck though! In his contemplation about what had just occurred, he failed to give enough time for his next attack which created an incredibly rushed environment for his next movements.

A sharp snort left his nares as he hobbled back on one pillar as Xalias began to come up in front of him. Zacky spun his vessel away from the oncoming attack as his entire front end dove straight toward the ground, catapulting his hind end up into the air. Both gargantuan back hooves jabbed outward toward what he believed as Xalias' next attack. Was it a bluff or the real deal? He had no idea. If he had the guts to admit it, he may have rushed a little too quickly and may have just wasted his final chance to attack. Would it have been more strategic to dodge whatever had just happened? Regardless if his hooves slammed into any part of Xalias or not, as soon as all four limbs were upon the earth again, he leaped to the side before his front end wobbled in pain. The lightning strike of adrenaline kept him from realizing that Xalias' enamels had torn a sliver of his pelt and flesh away from the thick slabs of red muscle along his scapula. The wind blew particles of dirt and who knows what into the wound as he gritted his teeth together in anger and pain. He could already start to feel the muscle grow inflamed and his entire limb burned like forest fires in July. At this point, he had dealt his two strikes and now he had the choice to dodge or take another hit. Depending on the severity of Xalias' final attack, he may take the blow. The battle was coming to a close and the final moments were the most important now.


status | complete as of 12:01AM EST on 4/16/14
word count | 624
muse | eh
music | none
terms | 2 hits, 1 dodge, a week to reply, no maximum word cap, winner takes Romeo.
attacks | 1. reared up with the intention to strike at Xalias' chest and shoulders while biting, trying to damage the muscles in Xalias' neck that -- if he had damaged them -- would hinder Xalias' from moving his front leg on one side and be in a great deal of pain (brachiocephalicus) or bite all over his face.

2. spun around and bucked with both hind feet striking out as xalias began to rear out of slight panic and his rushed state of mind to fight.
dodges | not used

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XALIAS,

Overcome By Fever, Malevolent Disgrace,
Wretching With Repulsion, Bleeding From The Eyes,
Fester With Redemption, Your Blood Begins To Clot,
Clogging The Corpulses In Your Mind, Ignoring The Pretention,
Wallow In The Rot,

Name- Xalias
Breed- Shire x Clydesdale
Age- Four
Gender- Stallion
Height- Nineteen hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 81% - He has taken the majority of his opponents first attack to his shoulders, ribs, and skull from biting teeth and flailing hooves.    The wind has been knocked out of him and his breathing is labored, making it hard for him to pull in quite as much oxygen as he needs.  He has taken the blunt force of his opponents second attack straight to his chest and the skin on his chest is slashed open, a wide two inch by six inch gash that runs down the right side of his leg and toward his left leg.  Blood is flowing freely and his movements will be hampered by the wound.  If the bleeding doesn't stop soon it could cause possible problems with his final attack. 

 He could feel the shifting in the stature of the raven-black stallion he battled and he paused for a moment, trying to assess the counter strike before it happened, but it happened quickly.  At the last moment, Xalias saw the representative of Carnevele Letale dive toward the ground and basically bury his front end in the sand as he sent his hind hooves toward Xalias to meet his attack.  Instinctively, Xalias stiffened, knowing all too well that this could be a brutal blow as he flung his massive skull to the side and slightly upward as he viciously struck  out at the colossal stallion with the intent to counter strike.  Large dinner-plate sized hooves lifted from off the sandy desert floor and were driven toward the skull of his opponent, briefly exposing the sensitive flesh of his stomach as he sought to bring his hooves down on his opponent's skull and crush whatever he could in this attack.  His blood-slicked teeth were revealed as his lips peeled back to expose them in a battle-ready snarl, his jade-green eyes alit with the fire of battle; an inferno of anger. 

His tangled raven-black mane was matted to his nape, glued there by the blood that slicked is chest as his ears plastered to his skull and lodged there, lost within the wild bloodied locks as he swung around, in the same motion, and, during the process of swinging around, kicked out with a hind limb with the hope that his opponent would think he had finished his attack and the brief blow could do potential damage to the front left limb of the onyx beast.  Xalias was unsure if any of his attacks had landed as he flung his head, trying to rid his vision of the blood that trickled down his face and into his eyes from the open wounds on the side of his face and on his skull.  He could feel the humid wind sting the wounds and the blood drying in various spots on his body from the afflicted wounds.  He knew that this stallion was trained to deliver devastating blows that would maim in the long run - it was the way of Carnevele Letale - and so he was doing his best to counter them.

This time, Xalias took a couple of steps back and wheezed, his sides heaving as his white nostrils (the only white on his body) flared and painfully tried to bring in enough oxygen to fuel him if his opponent chose to attack again.  It seemed like eons had went  by as he waited, slightly distracted by the blood and the stiffening of the muscles in his front shoulder as he gingerly moved his front limb and stretched  it out, trying to relieve some of the pressure that had begun to build in his ribcage.  He could only hope that his opponent felt the severity of his blows as well.  No words were issued forth, no threats were made, there was only the sound of the desert wind and the sound of uprooted bones scattering across the barren desert floor.  He ached, but it was a good ache, it reminded him that he was alive.  The sand stung his wounds and coated them as they settled to the sticky blood. 

In a detached fashion, Xalias spat a blood and sand mixture from his mouth and spoke, his words unemotional as his piercing green eyes remained focused on the stallion.  "May the best stallion win."  With this, he stood, proud and formidable, awaiting the next movements of his opponent whilst taking as much of a breather as he could to aid him in case this battle became a long one.

CHARRA l Xalias
MUSE l Okay
MUSIC l None
TAGGED l @vin with Zacky
WORDS l 622
NOTES l Horrid muse.
Dodges l One left.
Attacks l He instantly attacked Zacky, rushing forward to use his weight to collide with him and try to knock him off balance while striking out at his lower front legs. His teeth are aimed for the flesh behind the shoulder of his front leg that is facing him.

His second attack was a counter strike that was placed immediately after his opponent bucked and he reared up and tried to catch his hooves on any portion of Zacky, his face, skull, neck, shoulder, as he came down.  When his hooves hit the desert floor, he swung around, and as he did so, kicked out at Zacky with a hind hoof in hopes of connecting with one of his limbs.


I think they both have a dodge left so we could say they both dodged the last attack,  if you wanted?  I know we're both super busy, love, but it's completely up to you. <3  Good luck!  -snugs-

This can be judged unless Vin wishes for us to post our dodges. x)   

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Name- Zacky Vengeance
Breed- Shire x Belgian x Lusitano x Thoroughbred
Age- Seven
Gender- Stallion
Height- Nineteen point zero hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 82% -- superficial layer of flesh that covers his shoulder is torn away in an approximately 4 inch wide by 6 inch long sliver of flesh down from the point of his shoulder straight down toward his limb. has deep tissue bruises along his neck and hoof shaped lacerations on his shoulder and his nasal cavity has a hair line fracture with bleeding from both nostrils.

terms | 2 hits, 1 dodge, a week to reply, no maximum word cap, winner takes Romeo.
attacks | 1. reared up with the intention to strike at Xalias' chest and shoulders while biting, trying to damage the muscles in Xalias' neck that -- if he had damaged them -- would hinder Xalias' from moving his front leg on one side and be in a great deal of pain (brachiocephalicus) or bite all over his face.

2. spun around and bucked with both hind feet striking out as xalias began to rear out of slight panic and his rushed state of mind to fight.
dodge | not used

This can be judged now.

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I will tally.
Waiting on judge collection: (Yes)
Judge 1 Collection: (Received)
Judge 2 Collection: (Found)
Judge 3 Collection: (Found)
Tally-ing Scores: (No)

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Roleplayer & Character: @phantasm with Xalias
Quality over Quantity: 14.5
Comments:
- I felt as if more detail and emotion could of been given, otherwise good
- Posts were interesting to read, mood of "battle" was clearly there
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- Didn't notice any.
Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:
- Gave opponent a chance to choose how the attack portrayed
- Seems realistic for wild horses.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
- Battle moves were clear and easy to understand, realistic.
- Found attacks from both role-players to be pretty equal.
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- All good
Spelling and Grammar: 15
Comments:
- no issues that I found

Total: 88.5

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Roleplayer & Character: @winter with Zacky
Quality over Quantity: 15
Comments:
- Vivid, interesting posts
- Well written with no unnecessary info.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- None that I noticed
Realism of Attack: 14
Comments:
- My only complaint is that I would not consider him to be able to know exactly what would happen to a certain part of Xalias' body once attacking a different part. (ie. that attacking his neck would consequently render him inable to move his leg well).
- attacks were realistic, but confusing, needed to be clearer
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
- His attacks were way, way more direct and to the point. zacky had a mission to hurt Xalias and hurt him bad!
- Strong vocabulary made attacks confusing, not slightly sure what was happening
- Phan seemed to portray the attacks better.
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- All good.
Spelling and Grammar: 15
Comments:
- no errors that I could find

Total: 88

This was such a close fight, but congratulations to Phan with Xalias!