[Deleted]

Name- Grizmar Von Helgrast
Breed- Shire|x|Zebra|x|Friesian|x|Fjord
Age- 7
Gender- XY
Height- 20hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%

Darkness. It smothered the entire crag sculpt-faced domicile in a suffocating penumbra. The night yielded little advantage to the diurnal creatures within it's swallowing grasp; however, The moon hung. The silver ornament cast it's cold and pale emanation down upon the nocturnal hued earth; lighting the paths in a subtle, but ample film of desaturated cyan light where shadows failed to sprawl. The lunar orb seemed watched from it's black throne; a quiet vigilante on the edge of it's seat ready to witness the momentous calamities about the shake the very earth upon this infernal night. Blades rolled within their webbing of fibrous muscle; loosening the elastic fibers until comfortably balanced between limber and taut for impact. They bulged from beneath his dual toned leather with powerful contour and deadly coil by every forward taken stride. Feathered hooves deeply engraved the granular sands with crescent imprints as the entirety of his 20hh mass pressed down upon his plate-sized flints. Grizmar moved under a predatory finesse that suited his hulking gargantuan build. His corporeal motions were effortless over the shifting sands. The ever metaphoric sands that were proof and perhaps an omen that not even the hardened structures of stone and goliath mountains remained forever. Something even as gently caressing as the wind could redefine their presumed immortality and deface their greatness. The particles of mountains long degraded shifted under toe; threatening to throw his balance with their lack of settlement, but Grizmar held upright. He was a goliath and Sly could be his elements. An anger rolled deep within the beast's viscera at the thought of the Helkaer rat. Vague thoughts of the red hued wench were enough to send his ink tipped cartilage descending upon his crown and fixate themselves. The Dark King had successfully whisked away their commander, but yet the tenacious group, relentless in their endeavor, seemed to always have a filthy card up their sleeve. They congealed like white blood cells to an open wound and taken Akroma the same eve their commander. Now both sides faced a loathing impasse. A dangerous turn of circumstance that ignited a voracious flame under the kettle of his blood. The heat boiled him. It spread like slow prowling magma through his veins until every nerve ending sparked to life. Simply the group had finally pissed him off. Grizmar, eager in his own endeavor, stepped forward to challenge their scant faction for the freedom of his queen. Sly had been the one to answer the beckoning for blood. The snide lass and her barb wired tongue churned the septic acid within his anatomy until it threatened to erupt from his gullet in disgust. The Helkaer had been around for quite sometime and always butted heads with the monarchy of the Dark Alliance. They pillaged and strut about the kingdom without any consequence, because Incognito had failed to fully embrace the nature of his own legion. A hot carbon breath charged the atmosphere from his flared nostrils. The white manifestation of vaporous breath writhed through the atmosphere into non-existence as irritation crept like a foul ghoul from the back of his mind; lighting up the back right quadrant of his brain dictating emotion like slow blossoming fireworks. The sensation flowered behind his bone colosseum and dulled all other senses with it's intoxicating strife for dominance.

Amber burnished chasms flickered with a tameless fury beneath the veil of his forelock. The raven hued filaments were so silken and polished by natural oils that they managed a pristine gleam of colorless light across their arching backs. He was unwontedly groomed for such an occasion, but alas it was not intended. He would not be easy upon the wench for the fact that she was a wench. He would assail her like he would a full grown stallion armored in muscle and he expected no less treatment from her. He did not underestimate her prowess, but neither would he recognize it. This confrontation had long been brewing on the backs of everyone's conscious, it had only been a matter of time before the trigger was found and squeezed. Now that it had been fully exposed, no hesitations would be made and certainly no mercy. Grizmar halted amidst the chosen arena, flattered with gory remnants and sun bleached bones catching a sickly pale glow from the moonlight. His sight drew over the torn morsels of flesh littering about the granule crust before exploring those less fortunate left in mangled heaps half shrouded in a comforter of sand. The morbid scene made the leviathan feel quite at home. It made him reminisce the gloriously ugly days of his Ember Manor. A rogue smirk sprawled over the ebony span of his maw; pulling his facade into a subtly wicked demeanor. He quietly wished death had been apart of this deal. Grizmar would have loved to reap a pointless life from the Helkaer. It would have been on less parasite to tolerate; however, he would behave himself and honor the agreement at hand. If he won, Akroma came home, if Sly won, Respira would be set free. Cranium lofted the extent of his height and his burning leer imperiled to cauterize whomever dared to stand within it's perilous line. A guttural tune carried from within the heavy beast's deep chambers. A feral gnarr that vibrated through the air upon it's threatening timbre. A blatant display of his displeasure to oblige their rebellious demands, of course, it was not their desire to battle initially. Grizmar had brought the iron hoof down upon their heads and though they tried to barter preferred alter situations, Grizmar refused anything more or less than a single battle. The decision only seemed to rub their hackles the wrong way, but he was not here to accommodate them. They considered themselves dark, which by defintion: belonged under his rule; although, their insatiable thirst to throw a fit about the monarchy and refuse authority somehow differentiated them from his kingdom. HIS kingdom. They would soon realize that Grizmar was not another Incognito, and any outright or even subtle actions that spelled insidious revolt would bring upon a very consequentially heavy sword down upon their napes. The dual colored behemoth stilled his raging thoughts for a moment's piece, taking in the funeral silence of the world that awaited on baited breath for the arrival of his opposition. The hollow gales moaned their desolation into the receptive cusps of his harks. Wrought with emptiness, the dark regent growled. After a moment's span, the sands seemed to betray uncanny motion that did not correlate with the wind. A silhouette arose from over the lip of a mound and hints of red refracted the moonlight. At last the anger within seethed and riled once more; braying against their confining doors ailing for freedom and loose hell upon the witch that dared to face him. " How refreshing. Battle ground fodder still exists." Baritone insult hissed through the minute and natural columned space between his borne enamels. His ivory lacquered whites glistened ominously under a slick skin of saliva from beneath his twitching lips as they moved to manipulate his speech into existence. Hatred seeped until the tension within the air seemed to squirm with the energy. Only one thought trekked his nebulous mind. Let it begin.


Tagged: aliyaah
Count: 1,230
Notes: bleh.

Fight Rules:
3 hits,
1 dodge,
3 days to reply.

[aliyaah]

Name- Sly
Breed- Anglo Arabian x Quarter Horse
Age- 5
Gender- Mare
Height- 15.3 hh
Alliance- Dark (Helkaer)
Health- 100%

    The thick black of the night engulfed the wasted terrain that was recognized as the Battlefield, casting a gloom upon its elements and the creatures who were in attendance that eve. Perhaps if her opponent were a wiser equine, he would have taken the time to learn more about her, and would have become aware of her affinity for the night… For it was the night which she found the most comfort in, she revelled in it, and she drew power from it. Yet perhaps this did her rival an unkindness, for it was a possibility that the somber monarch found as much assurance within the depths of the dusk as she did, but then again she had never been known as an equine who was kind. And so as she traversed to the domain in which she would meet her match, she welcomed the darkness like an old friend. Her vivid copper tones were dulled within the shadows, her ivory markings only brought to light when she crossed paths with the beams that radiated from the bright orb above. Her ochre orbs flashed with a wickedness as she debated that which was to come. The darkness gave her confidence, and the confidence made her eager. Yet beyond the eager bloodlust which threatened to consume her better judgement, she forced herself to recall that there was a fury within her. One might judge this situation in favour of the dark kingdom, to say that the Helkaer had no reason to be irate with this situation, for it had been they who had chosen to retaliate against the dark royals for their own actions of committing larceny of the brotherhood’s commander. Perhaps it was from this fact that Sly felt the elation in getting a chance to sink her teeth into some flesh, literally. Yet this circumstance affected Sly much more on a personal level, and this was largely the reason why she had so readily stepped up in representation of the brotherhood to meet this challenge, and why she felt so much enmity towards Grizmar. Certainly, one of the most important regulations in regards to the Helkaer was loyalty to it’s members, but loyalty to the group in itself was not that which drove Sly the most here. Rather, it was loyalty to Respira. Respira, who was perhaps Sly’s only true friend among all of Wild Equines… One who Sly would do much for. One who Sly would kill for.

    She had never before encountered Grizmar, yet she would have been daft to not recognize him when he came into view. Immediately, she sized up her opponent, assessing the advantages and disadvantages she may have. Not surprisingly, the first advantage he had over her was stature. Where she was slender, he was thick with well toned muscles. His frame hinted at a lineage that included heavier drafts, and easily towered above her own by several hands. Indeed, she doubted that she had ever come across an equine quite so large, but no matter. Sly drew steadily nearer to him, mentally and physically preparing, taking a deep breath in order to collect herself. She would not win this battle by out forcing him, and she would be a fool to think that she would. No, she would need to use the cleverness which she was so well known for, to outsmart him in her movements. Sly possessed the blood of the agile equines within her, and she would have to take advantage of this to compete with his evident heavy draft build. She felt the adrenaline flood through her veins, her blood rushing to all extremities of her bodice, bringing it to attention and forcing her muscles to come alive. When she came into his eyesight, he muttered words in regards to her becoming more litter for this landscape, much like those who had not been able to escape the massacre and left their skeletons to remain here forever. Her response was only a sneer, for she did not wish to waste any breath upon this creature, nor did she wish to become distracted by a battle of words and have it take away from that which truly mattered. She herself so often engaged in battles of words, for it was her favourite way to display her hatred. So, she made the assumption that he attempted to unnerve her through his threats, but they were hollow and meant little to her. The distance closed between them, she drew to a halt only for a moment, enough time to direct her thoughts to the greater powers of the Afterlife, and the environment around them went up in flame. It created a large perimeter, so much so that it could not hinder either of them in any way. Truthfully, its only purpose was to create a more dramatic atmosphere for their battle which would certainly be one to remember. With the warmth of the fire licking at her sides, she slammed her hind limbs into the rock hard terrain, bursting forward and rushing towards him. She charged straight at him, but at the last moment she dove to his left. She snaked around his bod and towards his hind end, baring her fangs and aiming towards the sensitive part where his hind limb met his body. She hoped to get a grip on his stifle, so that she may cause muscular damage and hinder his movements.


*Tagged - @morfran with Grizmar
*Muse - good
*Words - 906

Fight Rules:
3 Hits
1 Dodge
3 Days to reply

This Post:
1 hit used - She attempts to bite his stifle on his left side.
2 hits, 1 dodge remain. 

[aliyaah]

Cell is getting a one day extension. <3

[Deleted]

Name- Grizmar Von Helgrast
Breed- Shire|x|Zebra|x|Friesian|x|Fjord
Age- 7
Gender- XY
Height- 20hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 90%
>> Sustained a decent gash across his thigh.

The realm remained breathless as the sifting ambulations of the red hued witch resounded awfully dominant amidst the silent wait of the world. She slunk forth; closer to his fixated position. A sense of confidence radiated from every stride she took in and out of the shadows like a snake amidst ease. Grizmar stood a looming statuesque tower of horrendous vigor. Muscles twitched under the anxious influence of anticipation. A slight impatience for her arrival and though his words arrested the atmosphere in their dark murmur, she remained hushed in her approach. Clever girl. A ruckus disturbed the otherwise mute ambiance. The great beast expelled his pent carbons in a grumbling snort that quivered his sensitive cartilage nostrils. The grand mogul’s fiery depths consumed the red muliebrous as she sauntered within the makeshift arena. Grizmar shook his massive crown; tossing about his obsidian forelock until the eventide winds grasped them and brushed them past the prominence of his mandibular joint. His full visage lay exposed as he watched Sly halt across from him; seemingly taking a moment of prayer as she breathed heavily in an attempt to rally her strengths and courage to face him. How precious. Within an instant, the once traditional whispering sands spontaneously combusted into a barricade of starving flames. The red forked tongues of hell’s element capered and licked at the atmosphere; devouring the oxygen and seeking flammable meat for its ever ravenous appetite. The chill of the nightly hours was chased away in the bursting moment and the heat fawned at his skin. A bittersweet nostalgia crooned from the corners of his nebulous mind. Resurrected memories of his Ember Manor when Incognito still reigned fluttered at the edges of his conscious. It made the large mongrel want to purr in a sickly, morbid pleasure. If this was a stunt to attempt to startle him, it backfired immensely; however, the iron king could no longer savor the memoir as Sly’s chestnut form pushed harshly from the terrace. A cloud of disturbed particles riled in her wake as she finally made a move against him. The beast half reared when her petite bodice grew close, but the last minute direction change left the shire mix without much to retaliate. Griz noticed the wild glint of borne incisors striking toward tender flesh and the beast rocked forward; slamming his forelimbs into the dust and shifting his gargantuan weight to his frontal region. In return, Griz’s hind quarters lifted from the crust. His closest leg struck outward to counter her attack, aiming at her shoulder with his immense dagger; however, he was not sure whether or not the strike made contact, but still he felt the searing pain of her fangs peel away the top layers of epithelium along his stifle region; ripping open vessels that soon began to weep their destruction through crimson rivulets down the length of his Gaskin.

A maddened growl rippled up through the humid depths of his esophagus at the sight of his own blood trickling. Though the wound was nasty, it was not severe enough to hinder his motions. Harks descended upon his crown as his attention shifted back to the chestnut Helkaer and he pivoted, like a semi-truck, within place. His forelimbs dug into the gravel base and hind flints kicked the ground to set his hefty weight into motion. The momentum was sluggish. He did not have the proper distance to really break into a full charge, but it was all he needed. The leviathan encroached upon his target. Fangs glistened under lip as the king grasped towards her neck and face; snipping with his enamels for any loose flesh or drifting mane to snag. A low tuned roar emitted mid bite from his gaped mandibles. The hoarse, imposing, enraged bugle dominated the air. All his hatred and ire for the Helkaer champion and what her faction stood for, expressed itself within the frustrated rumble. Their actions were not justified. Their treasonous plots were not formulated within reasonable logic. They stole from his kingdom and specifically his home. They traipsed over his patch of dirt one too many times against his throne and they were angry with him? For stealing their blonde of a commander? It was cute. It was downright adorable. Did they honestly expect no retaliation for their disorderly behavior? Had Incognito let them grow so comfortable within a bubble of false security that they believed all royals were slack-jawed crowns whom would forever ignore their antics until they achieved something? How profoundly blunt of them. Nothing crawled under his skin more. Their petulant tantrums were getting old. Grizmar Von Helgrast had reached the end of his rope for their insurgence. Their heads were marked to hang and Grizmar would festoon his kingdom in their morbidly afterlife decadence. They were loyal to a fruitless cause and he would shove that fact down their open throats with every bit of force until the bullshit finally leaked from their proper ends. Enough was damned enough. He hoped Respira would get to see one of her own comrades mangled. He wanted to see her absolutely livid at the thought that another suffered at the hand of her own ignorance. That one of her lap dogs had been marred by the king himself. Maybe then, she'd actually put up a fight.




Tagged: aliyaah
Count: 899
Notes: bleh.

Fight Rules:
1 hits,
1 dodge,
3 days to reply.

Attack Summary:
>> Grizmar counteracted Sly's move for his stifle by using the fact he was already half reared and used the advantage of gravity to rock his weight forward in a timely shift in balance to raise his hind quarters and kick outward at her shoulder in an attempt to either gash her or bruise her.
>> He used the lull in battle to turn himself around and charge Sly. He chomps at her neck and face aiming to snag anything he can.

Sustained Injury(ies):
>> because of his size and weight, the counteract was not agile enough to fully escape injury, therefore Sly successfully tore a decent gash along his thigh. The damage did not reach the extent of what she was hoping for, but It will never heal perfectly and will become a prominent scar with time.

[Deleted]

aliyaah is getting a one day extension <3

[aliyaah]

Name- Sly
Breed- Anglo Arabian x Quarter Horse
Age- 5
Gender- Mare
Height- 15.3 hh
Alliance- Dark (Helkaer)
Health- 70% - She suffers a severe bruise on her right shoulder which is developing into an abrasion/hematoma. Her face has a large chunk of flesh missing from it. 

    She had been successful in piercing his skin with her canines, although she had not been able to grab hold of nearly as much muscle as she would have hoped. However, her strike was short lived due to his reaction to it. He lifted the leg that she had attacked and it lurched forwards, his immense hoof then striking her right shoulder and sending her stumbling back away from him. A harsh pain immediately swelled in the area where he made contact, sending waves of excruciating heat into her limb. She swung her hind end away from him, backing away several paces so that she could keep the distance for a moment while she suffered through the pain and cleared her mind. Her bodice groaned internally at the attack, and she had to make the conscious thought to stay and fight rather than take flight as she usually would in response to the adrenaline now flooding her. The space between the pair of equines only lasted for a second before he slammed himself down into the ground and barrelled towards her. She barely had time to think before she darted away, all that she recognized was that an equine coming thundering towards her could be a fatal thing, let alone the fact that it was Grizmar. A stallion his size could easily bring the Helkaer mare to her end by sheer brute force. Even so, her movements were hindered by the injury sh had sustained and as soon as she placed weight on the limb he had savaged, the muscles in it cramped and caused her to almost convulse in agony. She was at least able to stagger out of his direct path, but he was upon her nonetheless, easily reaching out to grasp at her skull. Ivories sunk into her soft tissue, high on her cheek just past her right void. She felt every moment of the assault; the skin being pierced and ripped from her bone, vessels being torn open and liquid now spurting to run down her facade. Perhaps he allowed sound to leave his maw but she could not be certain, for her thorns were ringing from the second source of pain she was now succumbing to. She bit back a moan which threatened to lurch out, forcing it back down her throat before deftly moving in reaction to his attack. Taking advantage of the fact he had been close enough to grab her face, she ducked her now massacred dial and twisted her nape downwards, fangs snapping at his neck which he had exposed to her. It was an easy reach, for her height put her well within range of this part of his bod, and yet the agony that her bodice was experiencing from her injuries made her movements more wild than precise. She aimed for the jugular, teeth snapping in an attempt to make a deadly laceration, but she was uncertain as to whether or not she made contact.

    Knowing that time was wasting, and that soon she may be too beaten and bruised in order to launch another effective attack, she quickly transitioned into her next move. She ripped away from his front, ducking her own bleeding skull in order to shield her own jugular. Pivoting on her powerful Quarter Horse hindquarters - one of the parts of her bodice that had remained untouched - she shifted so that she was now facing away from him. Veering slightly, her movement as prompt as she could manage considering her wounds, she was careful to put the majority of the weight upon the leg that he had not crushed from his kick. This time it was she who lifted her posterior limbs, and she snapped them back in his direction in an attempt to make contact with the side of his ribcage. At this point, she could not bring her mind to focus on exactly what her goal was other than crushing him and causing him pain. Unaware of whether or not her action was effective, her hind pillars returned to the durable earth, and she used the added stability to whirl around so she was once again facing him. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her fiery copper bodice now reflecting a dirt brown from the moisture her frame was making, laced with the bronze tones of her blood and his. The fire that licked the edges of the battlefield magnified the heat she felt from within, that which was caused both by the pain of her injuries as well as her exhaustion. Saliva entwined with blood within her maw, and she spat it upon the compact ground, auburn pools glaring in his direction.


*Tagged - @morfran with Grizmar
*Muse - good
*Words - 779

Fight Rules:
3 Hits
1 Dodge
3 Days to reply

This Post:
2 hits used - 1. Taking advantage of their close proximity and due to the fact he towered directly above her from his own attack, she aims a severe bite at his jugular, aiming to grab a deadly area. 2. She kicks out with powerful hindquarters to attempt to hit him either on his underbelly or on his side at his ribcage. 

2 injuries sustained - 1. His first attack hits her right shoulder squarely, doing quite a bit of damage internally. She will be badly bruised (swiftly developing into a hematoma [solid swelling of blood within the tissues]) with a chance of a fracture. 2. He is able to grab a decent bite of her face, biting just beneath her eye on her upper cheek and ripping skin and tissue to about halfway down her face. 

0 hits, 1 dodge remain. 

[Deleted]

Name- Grizmar Von Helgrast
Breed- Shire|x|Zebra|x|Friesian|x|Fjord
Age- 7
Gender- XY
Height- 20hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 75%
>> Sustained a decent gash across his thigh.
>> Sustained a long gash half the span of his rib cage accompanied with a wide spread intramuscular contusion.

Delight was the last thing to filter through his myriad lapse of unruly emotions watching the chestnut mare recoil from his mortifying blow. The pain stricken reaction that bled across her countenance much like the vile spread of discolorations bled beneath her marred skin brought about a broad spectrum of elation. A wicked sneer played puppeteer to the fibrous strings conducting his primal marked facade. Another wave of silent pleasure blossomed. The rubbery suppleness of her flesh held clenched between his incisors and it obeyed his gruesome desire to be gored from bone. Like a banana, the collectively targeted skin peeled back and issued objection by the raw spew of claret fluid down upon the sand and splattering the better portion of his bridge. The projectile red globules nearly tainted the beast’s eye amidst the process; however, he was not granted much time to ruminate over the potential as the copper queen snaked from his grasp. Sly lurched for skulduggery at the detriment of his tender and vital jugular; however, the beast scorned her audacity with an immediate tuck of his chin and upheaval of his upper body. A vehement snarl rippled past the king’s ashen lips when a fiery sting reasserted the wound donned upon his thigh, a blatant protest to the abrupt weight cast upon it in a moment’s haste. Grizmar felt the crisp snick emanate from her enamels clamping upon empty air uncomfortably close to the receptive hairs along his nape; however, the discomfort quickly ebbed when he realized he had dodged her tenacious brutality. Skyward hoisted, the leviathan used his moment aloft to bludgeon the atmosphere toward the pinnacle of Sly’s poll, but the penny toned maiden had other ideas. Her lithe frame pivoted skillfully to adjust her hindquarters in a perfect position to strike out against his exposed abdomen. Like a viper, her kick struck at the broad side of his cage; colliding with his silvered hide. The sensation that quickly flowered from the affliction felt like a swarm of angered wasps set ablaze with fire. Within seconds the initial pain dulled little and a warm cascade of blood enveloped the inflamed membranes severed by the gash. A fever grew and pulsated just beneath the grieved surface of his skin where capillaries busted and leaked; still retained behind flesh. The vexed muscles congealed in pain, foretelling their long process to heal. Already the pale contrast of his pelt exposed the blushing contusion as it began to reveal itself around the hemorrhaging laceration across his thoracic region. Down, down, down the side of his flank, tracing the edge of his barrel, the sanguine rivulets hurried from the spliced skin. The soaking warmth and ear buzzing pain that trickled up his spine into his thoughts momentarily distracted him. A sweeping glare easily consumed the image of his bleeding carcass before it returned to meet the ready gaze of Sly. The monarch sneered. Her defiance met on par with his own just before he pursed his obsidian lips. He could still taste her blood upon his tongue and it sickened him. It tasted of pestilence and sore desperation. The mogul gathered the wad of foul tasting mixture and hawked It to the sand shifting earth. Insult. He would not offer any commending thrill to her ability to fight and neither would he respect her enough to wish her luck. Formalities were dead between the pair never to be resurrected from their tomb. Silence ensued.



Tagged: aliyaah
Count: 582
Notes: Best of Luck! <3 Good Fight!

Fight Rules:
0 hits,
0 dodge,
3 days to reply.
Successfully finished.

Attack Summary:
>> Grizmar counteracted Sly's move for his stifle by using the fact he was already half reared and used the advantage of gravity to rock his weight forward in a timely shift in balance to raise his hind quarters and kick outward at her shoulder in an attempt to either gash her or bruise her.

>> He used the lull in battle to turn himself around and charge Sly. He chomps at her neck and face aiming to snag anything he can.

>> As Sly went for his jugular, Grizmar reared and dodged her strike; however, used this moment to strike out at her skull with his front hooves.


Sustained Injury(ies):
>> because of his size and weight, the counteract was not agile enough to fully escape injury, therefore Sly successfully tore a decent gash along his thigh. The damage did not reach the extent of what she was hoping for, but It will never heal perfectly and will become a prominent scar with time.

>> Sustained a long gash half the span of his rib cage accompanied with a wide spread intramuscular contusion. The gash is weeping heavily, but he will live. No signs of fracture; however, his muscles will be quite inflamed and bruised for several weeks.

[aliyaah]

Name- Sly
Breed- Anglo Arabian x Quarter Horse
Age- 5
Gender- Mare
Height- 15.3 hh
Alliance- Dark (Helkaer)
Health- 70% - She suffers a severe bruise on her right shoulder which is developing into an abrasion/hematoma. Her face has a large chunk of flesh missing from it. 

    Should she have made contact with his jugular, she would have been able to taste the victory spill into her maw and swirl upon her tongue. However, her opponent had read her moves and deftly shifted out of the way, and her teeth came to a shattering clash as they met empty air. She let her gaze dart upward as she assessed his reaction - he had tucked his dial against his nape to protect the vulnerable spot, but had also raised himself skywards so that he could become well out of her reach. Having her sights upon him in this way allowed her to see clearly what was coming. Having put all his weight upon his hind limbs had freed his front ones for attack - and they did indeed come flailing in her direction. Making use of the fact that she was petite and agile, she hastily swung away. She dropped her skull to avoid the daggers that were aimed at her crown and felt the air swirl around her as his powerful limbs clawed at their missed target. Rotating away like this allowed her to smoothly transition into her next strike, dropping her mass into her front end while she employed her hindquarters in his direction. The fluid quality of her movement turned choppy however, for as she leaned forwards upon her front end, she was required to put weight upon the shoulder he had crushed, and it gave out beneath her for a moment. Thankfully, she was able to regain her composure before she went tumbling to the earth, steadying herself by enduring the severe pain in her limb, and continuing on with her attack. She felt sweet satisfaction fill her as she contacted his solid bod, her back pistons able to crash powerfully against his rib cage. As she drew her appendages back towards the earth, her hooves dragged through his flesh and left a gaping laceration in his side. She once again turned on the spot to face him head on, although the movement was choppy for the pain that was now consuming her bodice was rendering her near exhausted. She glared at him, and he sneered at her. The pair stood for a moment, and she gasped for breath due to the physical exertion she had just subjected her bodice to. She met his gaze with a stubborn ferocity, casting him the promise that she was more than willing to continue and bring him infinite suffering, even if it meant bringing herself to an end as well. Yet that was not what the terms of this battle had been, and so challenge him further she did not. She told him nothing, she offered him no show of respect, no presentation that she acknowledged in the slightest his combative skills. When he spat upon the terrain before her, she rolled her russet pools backwards. Sly was half convinced that the pair would stand here for eternity, staring one another down for they were both unwilling to give the other even an inch. But the truth was, Sly would rather not participate in that, for surely a staring contest was a pathetic way to die, and die she would if she remained here continuing to allow all of her blood to spill to the earth. Her muscles quaked beneath her sweat and gore covered frame, the heat cast from the fire encircling them causing her to be unbearably hot, but she also could not recall a time where she had felt more alive. Shooting him one last grimace, she backed away from him several steps before turning away. She was not afraid to turn her back to him now, for their battle was over. If he wished to take advantage of her, then she was no longer restricted by the laws of the land in terms of challenges, and she would burn him alive.

*Tagged - @morfran with Grizmar
*Muse - good
*Words - 647

Fight Rules:
3 Hits
1 Dodge
3 Days to reply

0 hits, 0 dodges remain. 

BATTLE SUMMARY
Summary of attacks:
1. She attempts to bite his stifle on his left side.
2. Taking advantage of their close proximity and due to the fact he towered directly above her from his own attack, she aims a severe bite at his jugular, aiming to grab a deadly area.
3. She kicks out with powerful hindquarters to attempt to hit him either on his underbelly or on his side at his ribcage.

Summary of injuries:
1. His first attack hits her right shoulder squarely, doing quite a bit of damage internally. She will be badly bruised (swiftly developing into a hematoma [solid swelling of blood within the tissues]) with a chance of a fracture.
2. He is able to grab a decent bite of her face, biting just beneath her eye on her upper cheek and ripping skin and tissue to about halfway down her face.

This battle is finished and ready to be judged. 

[fleabittengray]

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

[fleabittengray]

Roleplayer & Character: Cell with Grizmar
Quality over Quantity: 13
Comments:
- They were good posts, just a little hard to read, but quality definitely matched quantity.
- Good, well structured, lots of background information, feeling, descriptions etc.
- There are a lot of overly wordy sentences, even for this usually verbose style of writing. A lot of the writing read great, but in some parts the wordiness was incredibly distracting and took away from the quality and immersion.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- None.

Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:
- His heavy weight is taken note of with slower movements. The attacks seemed realistic to a horse fight. His counterattacks would work.

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
- My attention to Cell's posts were dwindling so occasionally reverted to the abridged notes - chomping on his opponent to me, does not sound a good way to effectively maim.
- The attacks are pretty good and the counterattacks make sense. I particularly liked the rearing as Sly goes for his jugular, it seems the smoothest transition.

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- Done 

Spelling and Grammar: 8.5
Comments:
- Extremely difficult to read and overuse of wolfspeak.
- "full grown stallion" - full-grown requires hyphen
- "which by defintion" - misspelled definition
- "baited breath" - misspelled bated
- "consumed the red muliebrous as she sauntered" - improper word usage: muliebrous is an adjective, not a noun (literally "consumed the red womanly as she sauntered")
- "wad of foul tasting mixture" - foul-tasting requires hyphen
- "creatures within it's swallowing grasp" - it's vs its
- "from it's black" - it's vs its
- "of it's seat" - it's vs its
- "with it's intoxicating" - it's vs its
- "it's perilous line" - it's vs its
- "it's threatening timbre" - it's vs its

TOTAL: 80.5

Roleplayer & Character: Ali with Sly
Quality over Quantity: 14.5
Comments:
- Good, well structured, lots of background information, feeling, descriptions etc.
- There was a lot of small, unnecessary wording, though it wasn't terribly distracting. (Examples: "short lived due to his reaction to it" - would be fine without "to it", "as to whether" - would be fine as just "whether", "in order to" - would be fine as just "to" in most cases, there are a lot of these)

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- None

Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:
- Attacks were more concise and 'to the point'.
- For fight's duration, her injuries were kept in mind and the attacks seemed realistic.

Attack Compared to Opponent: 15
Comments:
- Her attacks were good considering she had to use her agility and small height against Grizmar's huge size and brute strength.

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- Done.

Spelling and Grammar: 12.5
Comments:
- I noticed a few grammar mistakes at the beginning of sentences, and some sentences that should have perhaps been one instead of two. Also a word here and there that was missing a letter.
- Helkaer was loyalty to it’s members" - it's vs its
- "her strike was short lived due" - short-lived requires hyphen
- "injury sh had sustained" - she

TOTAL: 87


Winner is aliyaah with Sly