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Name- Enmity
Breed- Appaloosa x Quarter Horse
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 15.2hh
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 95%- virtually blind in right eye

This battle was going to suck balls; Enmity knew this even before she agreed to fight for Disneyland Acid Trip's freedom. At first she thought she would be fighting Diavolo for Trip's freedom but that was no longer the case. It seemed that he was having someone else fight this battle for him; a mare named Artemisia whom just so happened to be his War Admiral. The blue roan mare was at odds here. No matter who she fought for the Helkaer's freedom she was going to be the smaller competitor. Standing at a mere fifteen point two hands high she was used to being the smaller on in a battle. It was a scene that had been done time and time again but she wasn't complaining. Taller horses gave her more of a challenge. Her body was a physical storybook that showed her past battles. Sure, her scars were a bit wicked and showed signs of receiving a good hit but here she stood to fight another battle. The thing with this battle was that she hadn't chosen to do this on her own. To be completely honest she was never going to fight for Trip's freedom. Enmity was going to let anyone else fight while she did other things that benefited Toxin Raj. It wasn't that she had anything against Trip, he wasn't half bad, but she just had more loyalty to Respira. Surprisingly enough it hadn't even been Respira to ask her to challenge. Killswitch, Trip's son, had approached her and asked her to fight. The young stallion's condition hadn't been exactly 'winning worthy' so with a bit of aggravated back and forth's she finally agreed to challenge. Enmity just kept reminding herself that at least this was something to do. It didn't stop her from being angry but it did stop her from turning around and stealing a foal or something. Most would wonder why she even bothered at all if she was so angry about this fight. The answer was simple. Anger was what fueled her; it made her stronger. The perpetually angry mare didn't get blinded by rage- it kept her going and functioning.

The well muscled varnished blue roan mare trotted into the arena with her head held just above her shoulders. She was quite the sight but definitely not in a pleasant way. A black mane stood upright because it never grew long enough to fall over and her tail was sparse and barely reached her hocks. That wasn't even the worst as far as her looks went. There was a nice semi-circular scar at the base of the right side of her neck. Then there was the fact that the top half of her right ear was missing. Still she had one more defining attribute to her looks that sealed the unattractive deal. Starting three inches above her right eye and ending at the corner of her mouth was a large pink scar that was never fully healed due to the fact that the light skin was ultra-sensitive to the sun. Her right eyeball was a clouded grey color and saw the faintest of shadows. All of her opponents seemed to favor destroying her right side because they thought it was her weaker side. By all technicalities they were right but she was not weak. Enmity had adapted her fighting to ensure that she never lost because of the fact the was basically half blind. If she lost it was because her enemy had bested her, not because she was weak.

With the sun beginning to set this was the perfect time for her to be fighting. That was the main good thing about being the one who initiates; she got to choose the when part. The setting sun meant less light which meant that she wouldn't have to squint and lessen her already compromised vision. Enmity turned around with a very choppy yet soldier-like gait and gazed out into the horizon with her only functioning eyeball. This quiet time she would use to collect herself and get her mind in order. The fact that she didn't wasn't to be here was irrelevant because here she stood ready for battle. Enmity was a soldier through and through and right now she had a job to do. Her right front leg struck out at the sand and a plume of dust rose into the air. Clearly it had not rained in quite some time. The less than feminine mare snorted at the earth. She would have preferred a ground that was slightly more moist so it could absorb the shock of the pounding her legs were going to receive. She couldn't change the weather or state of moisture in the area so she really shouldn't be irritated at it. However, true to her nature she was pissed off at the world anyway. The day she was not angry was the day she went senile which meant that someone should probably murder her because she would be useless. No words were emitted from the wench's mouth. It just so happened that she was an equine of few words and always opted to not waste her breath if she didn't have to. Artemesia knew where and when the battle was so all she could do now was waiting. Another snort emitted from the female beast. Waiting sucked and she hated it. More anger to fuel the fire...

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Notes: This fight is for Disneyland Acid Trip's freedom. If Enmity wins he goes free. The terms are 2 hits(attacks) and one dodge with a three day word limit. There is no word limit.

Good luck A z z y

Attacks: ONE/TWO
Dodge: ONE
Attacks Explained:
Injuries Received:


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A R T E M I S I A

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning

Name- Artemisia
Breed- Nonius x Friesian x Andalusian x Percheron x Hanoverian
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 18hh
Alliance- Dark - CL
Health- 100%

Unruly obsidian fibers tumbled and flailed at her hocks, the strong spring breeze moved her tresses from one side of her nape to the other, with each ebb and flow, her appearance became more maniacal than before. Her powerful hind appendages pushed her onwards, her destination a land where the weak were picked off and thrown by the wayside. Her first task as War Admiral did not phase her, knowing her opponent was a foot or so shorter, aged by battle itself gave her the advantage alone. Flicking her tendrils against her pelt, the abyssal tarred hell witch pushed onwards, a gait that allowed warm blood to course through her veins, oxygen being delivered to the vital areas that would ensure her victory in this battle. Artemisia was not a cocky harlot, nor was she modest about her abilities, she simply believed in what she could do. Once nothing more than a slave, Artemisia had been rescued by a beast so foul the shadows embraced him as the day light would have done. He built her up, replenishing the weight and muscle she lost during her young years as a slave, as little more than a call girl for the beasts who needed the release...yet with his training she soon became his general, slaying all those who stood in his way. Alas, her victories enlarged his head, his stupidity soon being the reason for his pitiful demise. With that in mind, she had left the fallen lands, turning to the greater cause of her new surroundings, a land as black as night with a ruler to match. Artemisia cared little for numbers yet had chosen her side based on beliefs alone, both her and Diavolo knew if she was to join forces with Incognito, she would crush Carnevale Letale in a matter of days.

Now the sole commander of Carnevale Letale's armies, she was a force to be reckoned with, answering only to the king himself and his advisers, she would answer to nobody. The sun began to fall below the line of the horizon, her shadow eerily long as she continued towards her destination, her halcyon voids rolling over the burned topography, the ground suddenly changing from a softened layer of grass to cracked, solid earth, the sun dried lithosphere offered little cushioning from the potential injuries, the dull aches and pains that were likely to befall herself and her opponent. Powering herself up the hill, the obsidian hued wench surveyed the lands before her, liquid gold lampistras absorbed everything, every tiny detail, every putrid crack in the rocks, every sun bleached bone. This was the place. Advancing slowly, the elephantine witch made her way to the set location, her auditoriums laced against her poll, submerged by a clasp of pitch tresses, the foul stench of her adversary entered her nasal passages. Artemisia was smart, she knew not to be fueled by anger, she knew not to submit to the green eyed monster that chewed at her innards as she thought of her doppelganger and her dark lord in the shadows, uneasy fumblings to create the child to begin a family feud, she knew the child would eventually, and how unfortunately, go missing. It was only a matter of time. Artemisia settled herself with the knowledge that whilst she was out spreading havoc for the king, she was not a spoiled brat spreading her legs for the king.

Soon enough, the dull hue of cyan reached her optic nerves, an indignant snort rattled through her paper thins as she slowly advanced, taking into view the lunar orb on the starboard side of the countess's face. Artemisia halted, the falling sun cast a blood red glow over the two warriors, her gaze cast idly to the heavens before locking onto the witch once more. A small smirk lined her face as the lithe temptress advanced, moving towards her opponent with a gait that matched a large feline, agile, elegant, dangerous. To win this would ensure not only the captivity of an opponent, but to gain the respect of the dark overlord. The metallic tang of war entered her mouth, her salivary glands secreting more clear fluids as she rolled her tongue against the roof of her mouth, enamels shifting as they clasped onto the pliant flesh of her inner cheek, peeling it off to reveal the iron tang of blood as it mingled with her saliva. Artemisia threw her skull heaven bound, golden voids locking onto the harlot. Enmity. The name became a target and she was the missile.

I am not here as a witness.

Vicious words were spat from the mouth of the Valkyrie, a slender forelimb raised before pounding the dried earth below her, a cloud of dust erupted from the earth in its wake. The silence hung between them like a veil, a vast gulf between the two remained consistent whilst Artemisia allowed the uneasy atmosphere to fall. Her moves were already planned, but the tension in her opponent was obvious, an impatient runt by the looks. Suddenly, as if hit by lightening, the large black wench was animated, her once beautiful features contorted into something from hell, her tresses shifted and disfigured her, slicing up her solid appearance into sections of madness. It would be unfair to make the first hit on her right side, something she was clearly used to, it would be best to catch her off guard. The once large gulf between them was reduced to centimeters in a matter of mere seconds, her fore limbs bracing as she slowed herself, her skull pulled back as her fangs became visible, the pliant flesh of her labium pulled back as she aimed her mandibles south, her destination the summit of her nape. Artemisia clamped her enamels, uncertain on whether he had made contact with the soft flesh behind the ears or just the short black mane of her opponent, with this notion, she moved up slightly, her hind legs sustaining her mass as she danced forwards, aiming to push the wench to her knees. Artemisia allowed a stoic hiss to escape her kissers, releasing the witch as she spun on her hocks to avoid a quick counterattack, the height difference between them made it uncertain as to whether or not Artemisia had pushed her to the floor, yet doubt was not something she was ready to cope with just yet. Coming to a dignified halt, the abyssal hued harlot spun to face her opponent, not in enough time to see whether or not she had scrabbled to the floor or had not gone down at all. A sharp exhale of carbon escaped her nares, golden voids remained set on the sapphire witch before her, remaining vigilant, she relaxed her muscles, knowing full well whatever blows landed would hurt more on solid fibers.

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Charreh Artemisia
Tagged @deadlysecrets
Song 300 soundtrack
Notes hope this is okay.
Terms This fight is for Disneyland Acid Trip's freedom. If Enmity wins he goes free. The terms are 2 hits(attacks) and one dodge with a three day word limit. There is no word limit.
Attacks
1. Aimed to bite down on Enmity's poll with enough force behind her to push her to her knees at the very least. The initial bite was aimed to rip at the flesh or at worst sever the ligaments below in order to cause issues with movement and compromise her top line, affecting her back, movements and balance. Landing on her knees may lead to bruising, superficial injuries or at the worst, a hairline fracture, compromising movement and leaving her lame for an indefinite amount of time.
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Dodges
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Name- Enmity
Breed- Appaloosa x Quarter Horse
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 15.2hh
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 89%- virtually blind in right eye

The varnished mare stared out into the horizon until she spotted an obsidian form headed her way. There was no doubt in the angry banshee’s mind that the figure approaching was her newest opponent. Artemisia was definitely a great deal taller than Enmity. The size difference didn’t make her afraid; there was no room for fear in battle. Even if there was room for it the angry wench didn’t have the capacity to acknowledge it the way more horses would. There was no fight or flight response for her when it came to battle; there was only fight. Some would say her mental process wasn’t the best way to function but Enmity didn’t give a shit. This was the only way she knew how to exist and since she wasn’t dead yet she figured it was working pretty damn good for her. Tall mare of a swarthy hue parted her maw to emit a set of words that were pretty much spat in her direction. Brown and clouded grey eyes rolled at the statement. Enmity didn’t even bother to comment at the spoken words. There was nothing for her to say that wouldn’t be a waste of oxygen. It was clear why Enmity was there since she was the one who made the challenge and after the mare spoke it was clear that she was there to fight; not that that was news to the witchy femme fatale. All she wanted was to get this battle started.

Her adversary struck out at the ground with a powerful forelimb and Enmity watched as the ground was disrupted and dust floated off into the air. It seemed they both recognized the potential pain that the hardened earth could give them. Without any warning at all the ebonite warioress was headed towards her like a bat out of hell. The distance between them shrunk in a matter of seconds. Enmity had figured that Artemisia would attack her right side just like every other pathetic sap that attacked her. It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t shocked when the war-maiden ended up aiming for her left side instead. The blue roan mare was definitely a little shocked but she didn’t let any of that show; instead she just went with the punches- so to speak. There was a flash of ivory as her opponent lashed out in a blur and instantly the acrimonious mare felt those enamels close upon the delicate skin behind her left ear. The skin was yanked ferociously and pain seared the surrounding area and the mare grunted in anger. Due to her stock horse lineage Enmity was able to move with the yank but that didn’t mean she was immune to gravity. When Artemisia finally let go Enmity stumbled slightly and her front legs crossed each other as she attempted to regain her stability. Remaining vertical was very important here. If she fell to the ground it would leave her at a highly compromised position which could very well lead to a crushed skull and that certainly didn’t sound like something that was remotely entertaining. As her vicious attacker pranced off Enmity could feel the blood oozing from her new wound. There was a flap of skin dangling by the base of her upright mane and muscle was visible. Thankfully for her there was no damage to the surrounding ligaments but due to the amount of missing skin it made getting an infection much more likely. Nostrils flared and she could immediately smell the metallic pang of her new dripping blood as it made its way down towards the ground running along the line of her cheekbone. There was a small pain in her left leg from the sudden maneuvering she had done to avoid toppling over like a sack of potatoes.

Enmity snorted in frustration at her new painful bodily additions. Obtaining an injury was never fun, no one ever wanted to get hurt during a battle but it happened. She merely snorted because the wench hated the world and hell would freeze over the day she actually enjoyed herself. Stubborn wench surged forward, her thick muscles rippled under her aged azure hide. Yes, she had been around the block a few times as far as life was concerned but her age didn’t mean she was down for the count. Enmity was fit because she made sure she was constantly trained for battle. Her plan of attack couldn’t be the same as Artemesia’s due to the fact that there was a large difference in their sizes. What worked for one wouldn’t really work for the other. She knew what worked for her but each fight was different so she had to play it by ear. Puffs of dust were left in her wake as she charged at her adversary and her nostrils flared wide for the larger intake of oxygen. There was no way for her to take down the onyx toned vixen and drag her to the ground. As she closed the distance between them Enmity skidded to a halt sending even more dry earth into the air in a giant puff then reared before any dust could settle. Despite her annoyance at other attacking her right side she went right for Artemisia’s right side, but for no particular reason; that just so happened to be the side she was currently on. Front forelimbs thrashed the air with deadly intentions. Even though she was vertically challenged she still managed to be a little powerhouse. Enmity’s legs buzzed through the air in a ONE,TWO,THREE motion before she landed back on the ground. The shock of landing reverberated up her legs and her left leg groaned just a little bit more in agitation. Her aim had been towards the right side of Artemisia’s face or upper neck area. Any part of that area would be fine if she even managed to clock her opponent at all.

Once her hooves were back on painful solid ground she spun on a dime and loped off a few feet away. One and a half ears were pinned tightly to the back of her skull and snorted once more as she shook her head slightly as droplets of blood feel to the earth and mixed with the otherwise dry earth. She wasn’t sure what damage, if any, was done to Artemisia. Her main concern was not dying or getting a life altering injury. She didn’t want anything that could compromise her beta status for Toxin Raj. Now it was time to see how the raven femme would retaliate and Enmity was definitely curious. So far she had greatly differed from all of her other battle competitors.



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Notes: THIS POST WAS RETURNED TO THE WAY IT WAS BEFORE I BOTCHED UP AND ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE LAST POST IN THIS ONE. Sorry =P Hopefully I have all of my edits done, stupid blonde moments.

Attacks: ONE/TWO
Dodge: ONE
Attacks Explained:
1. Enmity reared and lashed out with her front legs three times towards Artemisia's face or upper neck area on the left side.

Injuries Received:
1. There is a large chunk of skin torn from the left side of her upper neck with the skin flap hanging. There is a big chance of infection setting in due to the size and healing time required for this wound. Her left front leg is sore due to her faltered movements to avoid falling to the ground.




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A R T E M I S I A

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning

Name- Artemisia
Breed- Nonius x Friesian x Andalusian x Percheron x Hanoverian
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 18hh
Alliance- Dark - CL
Health- 60%

Satisfaction formed in the shape of a deviant smirk as blood bubbled and rolled down her jaw from the open wound on her opponent's poll, the subdued look of surprise simply amused Artemisia, so she had caught her off guard. The swarthy maiden shifted her mass back onto hind pillars, her forehand suspended momentarily in mid air. Locking her gilded visionnaires onto her opponent, daring her to make her move. Landing on the turf with a muffled thud, Artemisia tossed her atlas heaven bound, black tresses flailing about her serpent before she fell still, watching as the harlot before her made her move. Pearly enamels ground together, moistened tongue clasped to the ridged roof of her mouth, idly peering at the wench as she was animated, her mass growing larger as the gulf was closed between them. In the time between opening and closing her eyes, the tense abdominal muscles of the vixen suddenly visible as she rose onto her hind pillars, the searing pain burned as flesh was torn from her physique in three consecutive blows. In a cloud of dust she was gone. Artemisia shook her atlas, a few shaky steps backwards were taken, maintaining her vertical stance as blood pounded in her lobes, deafening thuds as her heart did it's best to allow oxygenated blood to reach her wound; the healing process had already begun. Alas, concussion caused her once solid vision to become blurry, her peninsula shook several times, droplets of garnet landed on the dusted floor until she regained a solid image of her attacker. Blood dripped from a large wound above her eye, yet the steady drips did not match the forceful rivers that flowed from a large gash that started from the arch of her crest to the middle of her shoulder. Artemisia absorbed the injury for a few moments, assessing the damage to her once pristine pelt. A feeling similar to fire began to burn within her; a hot rage boiled and bubbled as she dragged her gaze slowly from her injury to the one who had diced her so finely.

Play time was in session.

Dropping her skull low to the terrain, Artemisia ignored the steady ebb and flow of blood that now curled around her leg, pooling under her forelimb as she moved towards her adversary. Slow, deliberate steps were taken towards the sapphire hued harlot, aurelian occuli never left the harpy, her entire world now focused solely on the demise of the wench who had torn her flesh so deeply; even Diavolo was free from her thoughts, the once green eyed demon in her gut burned alive from the putrid rage that consumed her. Moving around her, she was now in Enmity's dead zone, the appearance of the white eye cut into slithers by her tresses, yet, this was not the side she would attack. Would the Helkaer beta expect another attack to the same side? It wasn't a tactic she was used to. Artemisia squashed the chuckle that dared to erupt from within her ribs, her plan so deviant, so twisted, even Vanth may be proud. Silence fell between them once more, the winds silenced in apprehension of her plans, the birds holding their baited breaths until the time would come to sing once more. In a sudden movement, Artemisia took a forceful leap in front of her opponent, dragging her hind limbs in an attempt to kick up a cloud of dust. In the initial rise of the dust, the stygian temptress spun her hind quarters to the side where vision remained, forcefully throwing her weight onto her forelimbs, her nose brushing the floor as she threw both hind daggers heaven bound, aiming once for the underside of her jaw, in an attempt to stun the harlot. The movement was too swift to tell if contact was made yet as soon as her knives touched down, was the act repeated once more, this time aimed for her one remaining eye. Artemisia never said she'd fight fair. Again, the movement was too fast, she couldn't differentiate between the contact of the attack or the painful reverberations from the ground as her knives met it hard. Pushing off of her powerful haunches, Artemisia moved off several feet, the blood that was beginning to coagulate from her previous injury broke free, tumbling down her shoulder and fore limb, staining the earth below her a deep red. Artemisia snarled as the dull ache from her skull continued pound, a muffled gong within the marrow.

The adrenaline that coursed through her body was beginning to fade, burning pain now flared down her limbs, the depth of the wound had initially been under estimated. In the moments before the final attack, Artemisia nosed the injury at the nape of her shoulder, moving the slab of tissue and revealing the damage. Inwardly wincing, she turned to face her opponent once more, a snarl vibrated from within her, she knew the rules had been set but by God she'd love another round, despite the pain, the forceful blood that trickled to the earth. The elephantine sable witch turned to face her opponent head on, readying herself for the final onslaught, the last wave. Pain grew in dull ebbs, the blood pooling at her feet. Drip, drip, drip...a steady flow, the monotonous drone of her heartbeat pushed the blood in small spurts. If she were to lose this battle, she'd be back again. Obsidian tendrils sliced too and fro at her haunches, counting down the seconds silently in her brain as a cool wind rattled over the lands, swirling dust was picked up and then dropped as it moved on, allowing one brief moment of cool relief. Throwing her gaze once more to the blue bitch, a deviant smirk coiled onto her labium, her mindset suddenly switched from inevitable defeat to one of challenge, one that held optimism. Raising a jaw a fraction, the ebony war admiral allowed a deafening laughter to escape her chasms, her cage vibrating before she came to an abrupt silence, her halcyon voids rolling off her opponent.

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Charreh Artemisia
Tagged @deadlysecrets
Song 300 soundtrack
Notes gah.
Terms This fight is for Disneyland Acid Trip's freedom. If Enmity wins he goes free. The terms are 2 hits(attacks) and one dodge with a three day word limit. There is no word limit.
Attacks
1. Aimed to bite down on Enmity's poll with enough force behind her to push her to her knees at the very least. The initial bite was aimed to rip at the flesh or at worst sever the ligaments below in order to cause issues with movement and compromise her top line, affecting her back, movements and balance. Landing on her knees may lead to bruising, superficial injuries or at the worst, a hairline fracture, compromising movement and leaving her lame for an indefinite amount of time.

2. Attack consisted of throwing dust to impair visibility in Enmity's one good eye whilst Arty moved around to her other side, bucking once under her jaw to stun her, then once more to aim for her eye.

Injuries
1. Recieved a deep cut to her occipital bone above her eye, leaving her with a mild concussion, then the final two blows caused a considerably deep gash from the top of her crest to her shoulder. It's a deep cut and has nicked the carotid artery. Infection is likely and the blood loss is already weakening her

Dodges
1.

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((A z z y would it be alright if I replied a little late say Saturday night the latest. My job just threw a whole bunch of work in my lap today that has to be done by this weekend which means I'm going to have to pull at least 12 hour shifts at work for the next 2 days and possibly work Saturday as well. I don't have time to reply tonight because I'm exhausted and getting ready for bed now. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. I really don't want to take an automatic loss because of it but I have to take care of my job first.))

[A z z y]

@deadlysecrets
thats fine live, I totally understand

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Shit... I just replaced my last post with my current post. Please don't mind the edit as I'm fixing that. The original post will go back which will explain why it was edited today. Oh gosh my brain is all fuddled up today =P

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Name- Enmity
Breed- Appaloosa x Quarter Horse
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 15.2hh
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 58%- virtually blind in right eye

Enmity turned her head ever so slightly to the right so her left eye could see if she had managed to do any damage to her onyx painted opponent. Even though she showed none of it, Enmity was almost pleased at her handiwork as she watched blood drip down the left side of the other mare’s neck. Hopefully it was enough to make the memories of this fight last forever. There was no doubt in her mind that her injury was here for the long haul; if the pain behind her left ear was anything to go by. The roan mare attempted to move her ear only to find that it hurt like a bitch and didn’t appear to want to move. Shit. Well this wasn’t good news, at least she could still hear out of it. What a dilapidated mare she must look like with a bum right eye, half a right ear, and a left ear that no longer seemed to want to move. Droplets of blood gathered at the base of her poll and trickled down her now sweaty skin idly like she wasn’t battling a gigantic mare right now. Blood clearly had no concept of dangerous situations.

The varnished blue roan mare shifted her weight from left to right as the pain grew slightly in her left leg. It wasn’t the sight of the swarthy behemoth of a mare but the sound of her that made Enmity realize that the second onslaught of attacks was headed her way. All of her weight was now evenly distributed and her muscles were tensed to anticipate any sudden movements she would need to make. The pain in her left leg was temporarily forgotten as it wasn’t nearly as important as defending her life. It was clear, as soon as Enmity adjusted her line of vision, that her adversary was not a happy camper at all. Welcome tot he club,wench, Enmity thought to herself as she saw the anger burning behind the raven toned femme fatale’s optics. That was an emotion she knew all too well. Anger was her constant companion as her name clearly stated. As the distance between them closed once more Enmity wondered what side would be attacked this time. At this point she knew to expect the unexpected with Artemisia. When most would attack her blind side she had attacked Enmity’s good side. The large, black shadowed, mass disappeared into her rather large blind spot and Enmity sidestepped to the left slightly but never turned her sight towards her opponent. Right now it was all up to her hearing to get her out of this little predicament. There was no sense in further damaging her good side since she had no intentions of becoming fully blind at all.

In theory that had been a good idea but Enmity had no insight into the mind of the other fighter. It was a shock to hear and then see the dark blur as she moved from right to left. The varnished azure mare moved as a cloud of dust enveloped her and all of her crevices- open wound included. Her mismatched eyes closed as she moved as quickly as she possibly could to avoid what she knew could potentially deadly blows. Everything was moving at the same time. Artemisia was moving to attack and Enmity was moving to save her own ass. Her front legs stabbed the earth and her coccyx grazed the ground. Her black mangy tail now looked a dingy sandy color from all of the dust as she backed up and out of the way of an angry set of hooves. Due to her blind right eye and dust filled left eye Enmity couldn’t tell if she was avoiding front of back legs. At this point it didn’t even matter since both sides were just as lethal. The base of her tail stung a little bit. Apparently the ground her ass scraped just moments before also had a bit of a bit to it. Thankfully that was nothing to fret over. As the dust settled and Enmity heard the sound of hooves hitting dead earth getting quieter she knew this attack was over. The older more shook her head and blinked her eyes a few times. There was a quite a bit of sand making a home in her right eyeball which was making it feel rather uncomfortable. The world looked as if she was underwater with of the tears being built up to help her body wash away all of the unwanted debris. For right now she felt as if she were better off completely blind. This hazy view of hers was complicating things since it was such an odd state of being sightless and sighted at the same exact time.

Another irritated shake of her scar-ridden face and she was off. It was time to end this battle. She would love nothing more than to fight until they were both red in the face but rules were rules and Enmity was a stickler for rules… for the most part. She was known to do things the way she wanted from time to time because it fit better than the already existing rules. Her left leg groaned as shock reverberated up her leg and into her shoulder and; her hind limbs were feeling the ache of the hardened terrain as well. At nine years old she wasn’t old but she wasn’t exactly a spring chicken either and she was getting to the point where most would start calling her ‘aging’. Her pace wasn’t as fast as it had been the first time around and it wasn’t as even either. She couldn’t help but favor her left leg as she moved closer and closer to her swarthy opponent. An uneven gait, one ear pinned to her skull while the other stood upright, and two very unhappy looking eyeballs made her look like she just came out of the grave. Her sight was a bit disorienting but she had the general idea of where Artemisia was standing. Puffs of dust rose behind her as she moved and the distance closed. Maw opened to reveal angry yellowed enamels as she half reared as close to the other mare as she could possibly get without slamming into her larger frame. Her jaw closed with emphasized force as she aimed those unattractive teeth at the left side of Artemisia’s throat latch and with a quick shake of her head. This action was more dog-like than horse-like but her intentions were to tear at the soft flesh there. As far as if the attack was successful Enmity didn’t know since she didn’t want to linger in right in striking distance for any longer than she had to.

Within moments the stock horse used her last burst of energy to get her away from the massive mare. Still dust trailed her as she moved. At what she assumed was a safe distance Enmity stopped moved then turned around to face the general direction of wherever it was her opponent was located. This was all a guesstimate since her left eye was still all watery. Another shake of her head was made and once again it did absolutely nothing to help relieve the discomfort of that particular optic. Enmity was beginning to believe that there was nerve damage to her right eye since she didn’t really feel anything there right now. Maybe a slight irritation but nothing like her left eye. There she stood in silence as the laugh from the other mare went unanswered. Enmity couldn’t be bothered to counter it. All she wanted right now was to soak her head in a pond and to get the final verdict of this fight. Blood was clotting in her wound but it wasn’t clean blood, an infection was already building up in that area.


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Notes: Thank you so much dearie for allowing the extended time!

This was Enmity's final post as she has now done 2 attacks and 1 dodge. After A z z y posts I believe this can be judged.

Attacks: ONE/TWO
Dodge: ONE- dodged Artemisia's bucks in her final attack
Attacks Explained:
1. Enmity reared and lashed out with her front legs three times towards Artemisia's face or upper neck area on the left side.
2. She half reared to get close enough to try and grab onto Artemisia's throat latch (left side) and attempted to tear it by shaking her head from side to side like a dog.
Injuries Received:
1. There is a large chunk of skin torn from the left side of her upper neck with the skin flap hanging. There is a big chance of infection setting in due to the size and healing time required for this wound. Her left front leg is sore due to her faltered movements to avoid falling to the ground. Forgot to add in the last post that there was slight damage to the surrounding muscle which makes Enmity unable to move her left ear.

2. These injuries are not from Artemisia's attack but from nature and Enmity's own movements. There is a scrape at the base of her tail from when she dodged Artemisia's attack but it will heal perfectly and leave no traces of a scar. Her hind legs hold some pain from the dodge and almost hitting the ground in her dodge that will heal in a few days time so long as she remained on cushioned soil. Her left front leg (knee) will hurt for a while and will eventually develop arthritis as she ages (become more painful when she reaches 12)- the amount of shock and the type of movement during the fight was a trigger for it. There is a lot of dist in her left eye that she needs to get out and it's making that eye very uncomfortable and watery (not as bad with her right eye).


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[A z z y]

A R T E M I S I A

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning

Name- Artemisia
Breed- Nonius x Friesian x Andalusian x Percheron x Hanoverian
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 18hh
Alliance- Dark - CL
Health- 60%

Artemisia allowed her gaze to fall like thunder on the cyan harlot, watching as she shook her skull furiously, to rid herself of dust or to remove the pain from the attack, Artemisia didn't know. Her own attack had been two quick to tell if she had made contact with the slattern's face. The swarthy bitch watched with interest as she turned now to make her final attack, the repetitive sounds of her hooves drew ever closer, their thuds amplified by the cracked terrain below. One, two, and then she was upon her, her mass shifted vertically as pearly whites aimed for Artemisia's wind pipe, the open bear traps threatened to pull her esophagus straight out of it's confines. Alas, the adrenaline that coursed through her veins heightened her senses, her reaction time increasing as her own mass moved vertically in time with her opponent's, pulling her nape to the side as snapping fangs enclosed on the air where her jugular was a few seconds prior. Height had given Artemisia the advantage, her muscled curvature pulled out of harm's way as she avoided the inevitable damage that could have been added to her already somewhat severe wounds. Remaining airborne for a few moments longer, the coal hued valkyrie watched as her opponent landed and moved away, puffs of ocher hued dust in her wake, leaving a small distance between the two, her own daggers landing sweetly onto the solid terrain below, painful reverberations from the solid topography shot up her canon bones, aching in her knees. Artemsia allowed her gilded gaze to remain upon the slattern, amused somewhat as her lone good occuli locked horns with her unrelenting stare. Artemisia threw her skull heaven bound, her halcyon optics rolled in their bony incarcerations, coagulated rubies split and fell from her blood soaked tresses, the rubbery exterior of the rivulets splitting exposing dried, brown blood below. Artemisia watched, her gaze following the cyan slut as she disappeared over the horizon. The time would come for vengeance, in one form or another.

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Charreh Artemisia
Tagged @deadlysecrets
Song 300 soundtrack
Notes just posted this as her final block.
Terms This fight is for Disneyland Acid Trip's freedom. If Enmity wins he goes free. The terms are 2 hits(attacks) and one dodge with a three day word limit. There is no word limit.
Attacks
1. Aimed to bite down on Enmity's poll with enough force behind her to push her to her knees at the very least. The initial bite was aimed to rip at the flesh or at worst sever the ligaments below in order to cause issues with movement and compromise her top line, affecting her back, movements and balance. Landing on her knees may lead to bruising, superficial injuries or at the worst, a hairline fracture, compromising movement and leaving her lame for an indefinite amount of time.

2. Attack consisted of throwing dust to impair visibility in Enmity's one good eye whilst Arty moved around to her other side, bucking once under her jaw to stun her, then once more to aim for her eye.

Injuries
1. Received a deep cut to her occipital bone above her eye, leaving her with a mild concussion, then the final two blows caused a considerably deep gash from the top of her crest to her shoulder. It's a deep cut and has nicked the carotid artery. Infection is likely and the blood loss is already weakening her

Dodges
1. Reared up as Enmity attacked, pulling her nape to the side to avoid any contact from her opponent.



THIS IS READY TO BE JUDGED.

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

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@deadlysecrets with Enmity

Quality over Quantity: 13.5
Comments:
-She did a really good job with her character throughout the whole thing. I loved how she stayed consistent throughout the thread
-Good quality interesting posts
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
-There was none what-so-ever in the thread
Realism of Attack: 14
Comments:
-Attacks were detailed, though slightly confusing. Could of been more realistic as how wild horses would fight. (Ex. biting onto Artemisia's throat latch to shake her like a dog)
-I didn't see anything that wouldn't be realistic, except for the resting in between attacks
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
-Slightly more detailed.
-Her posts were awesome and well thought! She decided to use her dodge but even though she did, she made sure Enmity didn't have less injuries and was in any kind of better state. Awesome!
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
-Completed.
Spelling and Grammar: 13.5
Comments:
-No major spelling/grammar errors found.

Total score | 85

A z z y with Artimisia

Quality over Quantity: 14
Comments:
-Emotions Mood played out well
-Posts were clear and detailed, quite fun to read
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
-None found
Realism of Attack: 14.5
Comments:
-Attacks were thought out and detailed, interesting and clever ideas
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14.5
Comments:
-It was just as amazing
-Slight confusion with the last block, but otherwise fine.
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
-Completed.
Spelling and Grammar: 14.5
Comments:
-Several grammar errors found, nothing major.

Total score | 87.5

Congratulations to A z z y with Artimisia