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Death was the inevitable end to all living organisms. To die or not to die was a choice that very few individuals were offered. Like his mother and sister for example. That choice had been irrationally pilfered from them the day they were trampled to death, the day that slayer had lost his mind and stolen the purity to Dimitri’s childhood. Even to this day, reminisces haunted him in his sleep, more often than not resulting his nightmares. Although perplexing, the horrific event had left Dimitri with very little positive connotations, but it had fortunately gifted him with the familiarity of loss, and aided the demon in build a tolerance towards the negative implications that life would antagonize him with. Females had very little affect over Dimitri when it came to courtship, the majority were too promiscuous and floozy for his likings, and the other half had their heads lodged so far up their rectum that it was an impossible feat to converse any sense into them. Thus, the brute tended to align himself with analysing each and every factor of his life, estimating what would transpire next and ensuring equilibrium among his social surroundings. Death was inevitable to all living organisms. To die or not to die was a choice that very few individuals were offered and Dimitri would ensure that no one he cared about would have that choice taken from them again.

The monotonous procedures that were involved when it came to battles were both intricate and complex; they entailed adequate scheduling and research, one had to identify their opponent’s fragile points and utilize them, manipulating their assaults to target the most vulnerable sockets. The silvery painted devil preferred this approach to his blood baths, analysing his challenger prior to the physical combat. A lack of preparation would only hinder his chances of coming out victorious, which was the only acceptable result in ending a battle; no battle was left with a loss. Pride was an important attribute to gain, especially when it was earned and not handed around like a party treat, although vanity was not his only goal with this; other intentions concealed behind his endeavouring were merely due to privation of choice for other residencies. The majority of dark kingdoms lacked the courtesies and behaviours that Dimitri stood for; pride, honour, intellect. Most enclosed one or two of them, but none had accomplished in striking the trifecta as of yet – which although disappointing, allowed for the devil to elect and dominate of his own choosing, which unfortunately fell in the backyard of White Barrow. It had only been a few days since the challenge was issued and answered, Dimitri had marched right into their comfort zone and figuratively messed up their organisation.

Determination fuelled the beast as he maintained his leisurely speed, permitting time for his duo of teal oculi to roll back and forth, indulging in the sights painted for his pleasure. A monsoon threatened to spill from overhead at any moment, puffs of raincloud matching his pelt beautifying the skies above as they warned of the impending showers that could deluge at any given second. Brontide echoed around the dessert, so ferocious it basically quivering through the strapping physique of the hellion. Peripherals blinked several times adjusting to the light which contrasted deeply from the darkness of the cavern he had taken residency in for the previous few days. Although adequate, Dimitri saw his days in caverns were numbered, soon sleep deprivation would consume him as the duties of a King forced themselves into his mind. The tediousness of patrolling borders and being the welcoming committee bothered the duke very little, he enjoyed the idea of the authority that would be placed on his shoulders and greeted the visions of him as a King. Twin jets of carbon dioxide were forced through his nasal passages in an exasperated sigh, exhaling the toxins into the atmosphere and countered by the equally lengthy inhale of oxygen.

Expression remained neutral, giving away barely little emotion as he continued his parade to the destination of the blood bath. The brewing storm allowed a scarce few drops of liquid to splatter upon the dry sand beneath him, tasting the dehydrated terrain and teasing it and a gloomy shadow descending over the environment before him, the clouds darkening to almost obsidian. A handsome smirk graced the laburnums of the devil, anticipating the oncoming storm with a burning desire. The availability of light was becoming tremendously scarce and was incessantly on the decrease every few moment, which would either hinder or aid his battle technique. His challenge had been issued to some common wench deemed Russia, a perlino maiden who would illuminate in the light of storm, which meant Dimitri’s visualisation would be close to perfect. Destination loomed close; eagerness dwelled within the brute, adrenalin already beginning to govern his systems as his visionaries touched upon the figure of his opponent. A slight hesitation in his steps occurred when he realised this was not who he had anticipated greeting, his female perlino opponent had been substituted for that of a burly pale grey brute, looking not so diverse from himself. Growling under his breath, Dimitri allowed his teal peripherals to roll in their sockets. ”Ungrateful juveniles, could of at least handed some warning that the big, bad guard dog would be sent in for the dirty work.” Beast had very little time to reorganize himself, which only angered him further – why did everyone else have to be such imbeciles?!

Paired with a frustrated growl, the hellion launched forward, cantering towards the opponent, blinded by rage and with a lack of care towards concealing his approach. Towers snapped backwards, pinning themselves against the crown of his form, orifices peeled back, baring the piercing cavities that nestled inside his mouth as they snapped forward. The entirety of his eighteen hand bulk was propelled forward, frontal stilts pushed off the ground in a half-rear as the hellion struck out at the oesophagus of his opponent, correspondingly his fangs aimed to dig into the dial of this guard dog, hoping to rip off a sustainable chunk with him as he staggered forward slightly from the overestimation of his run. Pulling back abruptly, Dimitri sauntered out of the immediate striking range, already envisioning the alterations he would make to his soon to be kingdom.

Word count- 1064
Character- Dimitri
Muse- Chances - five for fighting 
Notes- enjoy <3
Tagged- @horsehuggr with mage
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Name-
Dimitri
Breed-
Percheron x Georgian Grande
Age-
Five
Gender-
Stallion
Height-
18 hands
Alliance-
Dark
Health- 
Mental; 100%
Physical; 100%
Injuries'
01. 
Attacks;
01. Attempted to hit Mage's throat with his daggers
02. Attempted to bite some flesh off Mage's cheek/face
Dodges; 
01. 
Terms
01. Gladiator style [1200 word limit, unlimited attacks and dodges, two posts each, four days to reply not three].
02. Winner earns the property of White Barrow.

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"Mage Speaks ( 537c71 ) " || "Nakeera speaks ( 754f48 ) "

Mage had arrived well before his opponent, rising to the challenge that had been issued. He had been the owner of White Barrow for more then a few months now, and the fact that some new comer wanted to rip the rug out from beneath his hooves was quite comical. If he had been a man of humor he probably would have laughed, but that wasn't the case. Always cold and aloof he made sure to come off as disinterested in all things around him and this was acting as no more then a fly on his back. Originally this challenge had been meant for his very pregnant mate Russia; of course what real man goes after a pregnant wench anyways? Large cranium was shook from side to side at the thought, it truly reflected on the kind of behemoth this unknown stranger was. Long ivory appendages brought him forward at a smooth, almost casual walk. Nakeera padded silently beside him to walk him out and the wolf said nothing. Mage knew what he had to do so words were pointless. His peripheral vision caught one final glance of the femora before he continued onward without one final glance at his home. This was his territory and anyone who tried taking what was his earned a permanent spot on his shit list. This Dimitri character had no idea what he was getting into by attempting to mess with Mage and his family; after all he wouldn't just roll over and allow him to have his way with him! Slowly but surely the terrain began to shift beneath his hooves and he found his adrenaline began pulsating quicker within him the closer he got to the promised area of battle. Pale blue occuli wandered across the vast expanse of terrain meanwhile confirming that he had been the first to arrive. Moving for a few moments he paced across the topography until finding a relatively flat expanse of land, one that was neutral for both parties. He then stood, his handsome dial raised high meanwhile a hind hoof was raised on point to relax his muscles. Mage was not nervous and in fact he came off as rather careless, why would he waste pointless emotions on a pointless hellhound? Paper thins inhaled the vapors around him as the clouds rolled above him, swirling into a condensed color of deep grey, intentions showing of an upcoming storm. The dry terrain would eagerly lap up the liquid, much like it would accept the blood bath that was about to be performed here today.

Though the area around him was still dimly lit his own eye sight was affected by the pulling and tugging of hallucinations in his think box. The terrain blurred and darkened, the ground shifting a bit meanwhile he still stood completely motionless. This would not affect him during the battle however and would not show as a hindrance. Surprisingly enough the melodramatic twat arrived onto the scene, embracing his own warm blanket of cockiness. Mage did not even bother to cast him a weary glance and in fact just stared at him with cold indifference. He was the bringer of death and pain and if Dimitri wanted to play with fire Mage would make it his mission to be sure that he got burned. The brute seemed surprised enough that he had met him here and Mage only continued to analyze him. Surprised your met with a worthy opponent versus a pregnant wench simpleton? He pondered comically in his cranium as he counted the agonizing seconds of waiting for the brute to start his little game. Audits did not so much as flick when an irritated growl was uttered from his opponent before he came barreling toward him. Almost instantly the ivory gladiator squared up and only met the taller brute as he lashed out at him, his lean body rising off the ground during this process. Taut flesh gave way beneath the stallion's hooves and the burning feeling of skin being shredded on his esophagus was welcomed; this was what he lived for! Mage's own front hooves struck out simultaneously to aim precisely for Dimitri's chest and throat latch as it seemed he had easily bared it to him. For a brief moment Mage could feel the racking of teeth against his poll but not for long! His own skull snaked out and with ivories bared he attempted to rip a hefty chunk of skin from Dimitri's own throat, meanwhile his hooves followed through with the motion as he landed on the ground yet again. If he had any luck his front daggers could have possibly ripped the brute's chest apart, but even if it was unsuccessful there would be plenty more opportunities. Mage simply watched as the pansy sauntered off, meanwhile the smell of blood poured into his nasal passages. Licking his chops he tossed his skull to clear the trickling blood stream out of his eye sight and the sweat that oozed from his pores burned his exposed neck tissue. He would not chase after Dimitri in fact he would allow him the satisfaction of delivering blows first, after all he would finish all of this in the end anyway. He was foolish for picking a bone with White Barrow because he now had one hell of a target on his back.




word count: 903.

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@halo with Dimitri

Name: Mage
Breed: Andalusian x Thoroughbred
Age: Eight
Height: 17.2 Hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 60% (Insomnia, Hallucinations, and Vampire/Cannibal)
Physical Health: 95%
Attacks:
oo1. Attempted to smack Dimitri in the chest/neck with his front hooves as he rose off the ground to meet him.
oo2. Snapped at his throat latch in hopes of ripping a decent portion of skin.
oo3. Followed through with his front hooves as he was landing in order to try and slice Dimitri's skin on his chest to shreds.
Injuries:
oo1. A large portion of skin has been pried from his esophagus and is very vulnerable and sensitive and is also bleeding.
oo2. A piece of skin has been ripped from his poll causing a constant trickle of blood to run down his face obscuring his vision a bit.
Dodges: None
Terms: Gladiator style two posts per person, word count cannot pass 1200, unlimited amount of attacks and dodges with only four days to reply and the winner receives White Barrow.
Notes: Good luck dear and sorry it's so blah, still trying to get used to him! xD

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In his life, everything had constantly been perfected down to the smallest variable. This had been unpredictable, and honestly, it infuriated the detail-reliant brute to realize that the ‘leaders’ around here were so slack that to the point that they would not fight for themselves, instead sending someone bigger and better to do the bidding. Frustration consumed him, acting as the petrol to ignite the fire as he observed the taut flesh, which had previously resided among the expanse of Mage’s gullet, split apart like hot butter against a warm knife. A saccharine, triumphant moment was spared for the leviathan – the first attack was always the most momentous and set criterion for the remnants of the clash. That moment, although expedient towards the devil’s ego, was short-lived and put to an end by the aching sensation from his torso. In his arrogant stupor, Dimitri had failed to protect his vital areas, leaving himself bare for his opponent to walk right in and lash out with both forelimbs, the momentum that was previously under control had been lost as the strength from the attack inclined the beast to stagger backwards. Two hoof-shaped marks branded into his skin, burning past the muscles and nerves, leaving bruises of such magnitude that they wouldn't dissipate for weeks to come.

Agony was pushed to the back of his mind, relieved only by determination as chasms narrowed with purpose – he would down truculent till his last inhalation. As he pulled away from the opposition’s cranium, slices of skin filled Dimitri’s mouth, only to be spat out, striking the earth in a puddle concoction of Mage’s blood and his own saliva. It was then that Mage dished out his counterattack; winding his dial forward towards Dimitri. Hefty mass tried to dodge the attack with a side-step, but the effort was futile as he felt two rows of cavities dig into the tender skin protecting his vocal cords. Lurching backwards in an attempt to shake the attacker off, Dimitri felt a portion of flesh be pried off of his esophagus, gushes of blood flowed effortlessly out of his wound – drumming into the topography beneath him like the origins of a waterfall. A grunt of discomfort originated in the base of his larynx, rumbling up past towards his laburnums, only to be halted by the sting piercing into his throat. A slither of shock snaked its way into his mind, filling it with queries as to whether his voice would still be intact after this conflict.

Ridding himself of the negative implications, Dimitri attempted to shake the thoughts away but stopped practically instantaneously as both head and nape protested the movement. The onslaught persisted as Dimitri observed his rival rear in an attempt to lash his daggers out at Dimitri’s torso once more. Backing up, Dimitri managed to avoid the brute of the strikes, but got caught with a singular, painful strike down the middle of his torso – cleaving the skin and flesh apart. A mixture of blood from his esophagus wound mixed in with the fresh one down his torso, staining his pale fur and dripping to the puddle collection beneath him. The monotonous assaults against his torso would certainly not aid him in the therapy process that was to shadow today, but of course Mage would be aware of that fact. Striding backwards, Dimitri felt his frontal pillars give in to the pressure with each tread – forcing him to limp. Frontal stilts were not completely useless, but Dimitri acknowledged that he probably only had one or two more decent assaults in him before they gave in completely to the pressure and expectations he was imposing on them. Upper half of his form complained in opposition to his continuation in the battle, outlining just how beaten he was going to be after this.

Droplets of perspiration formed at the temples of the brute, an indication of just how hard he was working. Dimitri approached with purpose, his next attack already laid out in his mind. ”It’s a shame you are stuck with such a useless mate.” He spat deliberately, his tone slower than usual due to the gaping wound in his larynx. The insult was only meant to anger Mage enough to be a distraction, long enough for Dimitri to come closer. At the precise time he anticipated, Dimitri took a few seconds to pivot in his spot, transferring all the weight to his frontal half, torso screaming in process, but managed to hold itself. Hind quarters bucked out from beneath him, targeting the undercarriage of his enemy, specifically the hock which protected the tendons and arteries that aided the functioning of his pillar. Executing his attack, leviathan wasted no time in observing the results, instead turning so he was facing the disparate brute once more. A single fore limb plunged forwards, in hopes of making contact with the already bleeding wound on his throat and injuring it further, optimistically long term damage. Limping away, he offered a curt bob of his head towards his opponent, acknowledging his respect.


Word count- 853
Character- Dimitri
Muse- bit of everything
Notes- sorry if it's shitty, and good luck <3
Tagged- @horsehuggr with mage

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Name- Dimitri
Breed- Percheron x Georgian Grande
Age- Five
Gender- Stallion
Height- 18 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health-
Mental; 100%
Physical; 75%
Injuries-
01. Two hoof-shaped marks on his chest with bruising along the torso
02. Portion of flesh missing from his esophagus, bleeding profusely 
03. Gash down his torso, also bleeding and furthering the bruising
Attacks;
01. Attempted to hit Mage's throat with his daggers
02. Attempted to bite some flesh off Mage's cheek/face
03. Bucked out at Mage's underbelly in hopes of hitting the tendons and nerves around the hock
04. Struck with his front hoof to slice Mage's throat gash further.
Dodges;
01.

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"Mage Speaks ( 537c71 ) " || "Nakeera speaks ( 754f48 ) "

Mage stood cold and uncaring, his pale almost lifeless voids watching Dimitri with pure hatred. He didn't care who this equine was and what cunt he had crawled out of, he had double crossed the wrong stallion. The strong smell of blood entered his paper thins and his gut churned comfortably, the addiction circulating throughout his whole body. He yearned to rip into this brute and tear his skin off slowly, savoring the delicate taste of his skin. This addiction was terribly hard to control and the only reason he hadn't drained this pansy from all of his life force was because he had a job to do. The continuous stream of blood flow down the right side of his skull caused a slight hindrance in vision, but by bobbing his cranium he was able to clear the fluid away slightly. Long, crimson stained forelock stuck to his face and was an immediate annoyance but was ignored. He watched the blood spew from his opponent's chest, splashing deep crimson across his hide and Mage couldn't help feeling slight satisfaction. He had caused that and oh how he wanted to rip the skin further and peel it from his pathetic carcass! Briefly he had been lost in his tumbling thoughts of cannibalism, and in that small window of time the leviathian was heading toward him for round two. Mage had little time to prepare but he was not concerned, what had truly surprised him though was the speed in which the brute pivoted upon his pistons. Suddenly his hind appendages were being thrust toward him and the hit resounded throughout his under carriage, dangerously close to his right hind hock. The flesh instantly bruised and split and he could feel the steady trickle of his own life force down his piston, but there wasn't much he could do before Dimitri was attacking yet again. Ah quite the little opportunist wasn't he! The brute's knives sliced the tender skin on his esophagus open further, and the precious tissue burned and blood immediately gushed out of the wound in response. As the brute moved away Mage took this time to test his hind piston; as far as he could tell it wasn't injured but it would be a hindrance later on. Mage had been completely content to sit back and let his nemesis come to him, but now it was his turn.

It's a shame you are stuck with such a useless mate. His harks flicked momentarily at the words that came oozing from his mouth like pus from a sore. Russia? Useless? He was half tempted to scoff in this colt's face, but he wouldn't do such a thing. After all this was the piece of shit that had attempted to fight a pregnant wench, he really knew how to make a fool out of himself! He was a spineless, gutless bastard and this battle here only brought out his true nature, just as it would bring out Mage's. Just as quickly as Dimitri had retreated Mage burst forward, noticing slightly how much his neck wound pushed out more blood with each movement. This went ignored as the ivory hellhound came alongside the brute, eager to teach him a lesson. His lean figure instantly rose off the ground and without hesitation he slammed his front hooves downward, intent on using the mass of his body weight to hit Dimitri along his back. While doing so his blood stained ivories bared wide and he reached out, intent on ripping the flesh along his crest and withers. As his body was in the process of landing from his rear he sent a powerful kick aimed to smack him on his left front cannon bone, if he could hit him there he could possibly cause lameness. There was no telling whether these attacks had been direct hits, however Mage would do whatever it took to maim this stallion. Mage was in and out within the blink of an eye and he was standing in his corner of the ring yet again, the blood splattered warrior looking as cold and ruthless as ever. It was then that he spoke, his vocals filled with menace. This is the only warning you shall receive malen'kiy mal'chik. He spat, meanwhile not returning the nod of respect. Once you crossed him or his family you were better off dead to the brute, and Dimitri had just painted one hell of a target on his back. Without another word Mage turned and began to head back the way he had come, meanwhile his head had slowly started to throb and his hock had stiffened. The blood flow had slowed from his neck wound but it by far was the most gruesome, but he would have time to tend to it later. All that was left was to hear the results and Mage briefly hoped that he had delivered enough to save his home from this challenger. The blood continued to trickle down his neck and his hock slowly began to hurt the more he put weight on it, but it was a price that he was willing to pay. He wanted to win this for his mate and for his daughter, they deserved a good roof over their heads and even though a lot had happened recently he wouldn't let that get to him; he had a job to do and he was hoping that he had delivered well enough.



malen'kiy mal'chik = little boy
word count: 924.

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@halo with Dimitri

Name: Mage
Breed: Andalusian x Thoroughbred
Age: Eight
Height: 17.2 Hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 60% (Insomnia, Hallucinations, and Vampire/Cannibal)
Physical Health: 76%
Attacks:
oo1. Attempted to smack Dimitri in the chest/neck with his front hooves as he rose off the ground to meet him.
oo2. Snapped at his throat latch in hopes of ripping a decent portion of skin.
oo3. Followed through with his front hooves as he was landing in order to try and slice Dimitri's skin on his chest to shreds.
oo4. Reared and attempted to use the brunt of his weight as he slammed his front hooves down to hit Dimitri's spine.
oo5. Aimed to tear a chunk of his wither's/crest.
oo6. When landing after his rear he aimed to deliver a painful blow to Dimitri's front left cannon bone and possibly cause lameness.
Injuries:
oo1. A large portion of skin has been pried from his esophagus and is very vulnerable and sensitive and is also bleeding.
oo2. A piece of skin has been ripped from his poll causing a constant trickle of blood to run down his face obscuring his vision a bit.
oo3. His previous neck wound has been ripped open further and is gushing blood every time he moves and causes an annoying surge of pain.
oo4. Dimitri's hind hooves hit him on his underbelly dangerously close to his right hind hock, causing the skin to split and bruise. It is bleeding and eventually his hock will be swollen from the wound.
Dodges: None Used.
Notes: I believe this can be judged now? I had a lot of fun, thank you @halo and good luck!<3 btw I had to completely retype this since my phone deleted my first post >.>

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eeeeep, i didn't know i had to post his stats again - sorry!

Name- Dimitri
Breed- Percheron x Georgian Grande
Age- Five
Gender- Stallion
Height- 18 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health-
Mental; 100%
Physical; 65%
Injuries-
01. Two hoof-shaped marks on his chest with bruising along the torso
02. Portion of flesh missing from his esophagus, bleeding profusely
03. Gash down his torso, also bleeding and furthering the bruising
04. Mage's hooves successfully made contact with his rump instead of his spine as Dimitri moved forward, causing bruising
05. Chunk of skin missing from his withers, bleeding profusely.
06. The kick hit dangerously close to Dimitri's cannon bone, splitting the skin and causing considerable bruising and causing swelling.
Attacks;
01. Attempted to hit Mage's throat with his daggers
02. Attempted to bite some flesh off Mage's cheek/face
03. Bucked out at Mage's underbelly in hopes of hitting the tendons and nerves around the hock
04. Struck with his front hoof to slice Mage's throat gash further.
Dodges;
01.

This can be judged now <3

[+ ebonite +]

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

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@halo with Dimitri

Quality over Quantity: 12.5
Comments:

• Paragraphs were a bit jumpy and while I liked the flow, I had to reread it a few times.
  
• In some places of your posts, I found some things to be a bit on the wordy side. It did sort of distract from the actual content of the post in places. Detail in terms of attacks was well done, however.
  
• spelling/grammar mistakes
  

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:

• none
  
• None.
  
• None noticed.
  

Realism of Attack: 14.5
Comments:

• I found the attacks described in the posts were very realistic
  
• Horse fights usually start with snapping and kicking/rearing.
  
• needs more description
  

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:

• not described as well
  
• I found that Dimitri had slightly stronger attacks, based on the targets on greater pieces of anatomy. Very well matched, however.
  
• It felt like the attacks were just thought of when the post was halfways typed. I feel like they could have been better.
  

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:

• Completed.
  
• complete
  
• Everything looked to be in order.
  

Spelling and Grammar: 12
Comments:

• Just one minor thing I noticed.
  
• "build" instead of "building," commas instead of semicolons, missing commas, sentence fragments
  
• Grammar and spelling were great, but I noticed you were ending sentences where there should be a comma, not a period.
  

Total points: 83

@horsehuggr with Mage

Quality over Quantity: 14
Comments:

• Good.
  
• spelling/grammar mistakes
  
• Good, concessive posts that remained on topic and with a good amount of detail without going overboard.
  

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:

• none
  
• None noticed
  
• None.
  

Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:

• all realistic
  
• I found the attacks to be realistic.
  
• She reacted to Dimitri's attacks and came back with a counterattack, along with an even harder attack.
  

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14.5
Comments:

• It felt like she was thinking ahead of the attacks she was making, so it felt better to me.
  
• Very very tight in this category. Attacks were strong, but I preferred the little more details in Halo's posts.
  
• more descriptive
  

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:

• Everything looked to be in order.
  
• complete
  
• Completed.
  

Spelling and Grammar: 13
Comments:

• sentence fragments, missing commas, commas instead of semicolons
  
• I noticed one minor error.
  
• Good.
  

Total points: 86.5

Congratulations to @horsehuggr with Mage!

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congrats love <3