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Well, well, today promised to be quite the experience. The setting sun stained the earth with a blood red hue and painted the wisps of clouds a fiery orange, a fitting atmosphere for the coming event. There was not a tree or shrub to be seen for miles upon miles, nothing but barren rock and suffocating dust that the winds whipped into parodies of clouds and twisters. Stepping lightly over the terrain, a set of small talons clicked against the jagged pebbles and stones that littered the area. The vixen’s hazel lanterns stared out into the horizon, giving her horned crown a light shake and sending her silvery banners cascading around her serpentine. Upon her back, a pair of massive leathery wings rested, clasped at her breastbone by two clawed appendages in a fashion similar to a cape. She was a sight that not many saw quite often upon the lands of the living, a demon walking among the mortals for the time being. Though perhaps it could be said that her current venue was a far more fitting placement for her visage, more so than the grassy knolls and rolling hills one usually came across in the expanse of Wild Equines. The Battlefields were a forsaken place, stained with blood and reeking of decay. All it needed was a bit of brimstone scent and she could easily call this place a second home; gods and demons knew she would likely be seen here more often than not in the future. Especially when some got too gutsy and decided to take what was hers.

Though her reputation among the demons she ruled over had taken a dive in recent moons, there was still no denying that Lethrblaka was one of the craftiest monsters to be spat into the burning lakes. A plotter by nature more than a physical fighter; before she had even laid claim to the title of Lady of the Underworld, she had managed to get a sizable number of steals beneath her belt. Including one Kalila, who now stood at the top of the Neutral Realms as a Queen. Oh, it had been quite delightful to watch her captive rise to power, and she had mulled over what she should do with her soul for quite some time. Perhaps a little too long, because that soul was the reason she now graced the bloodstained fields with her presence. The new Lord of Utopia, a beast called Spike, had decided to try and swipe her prize from her grasp in the last week. It had been a brazen and clearly noticeable attempt, one that had succeeded though not without consequence. Had it been any other demon he stole the soul from, the natural reaction would be anger and outrage. Upon finding Kalila’s soul missing, Lethrblaka had just chuckled in her amusement. She had been expecting something like this, though it had taken a little longer than she would’ve expected. Rasa and her policies were just too lenient against Utopia’s enemies. Call her an idiot, but wasn’t God the judge, jury and executioner to the unholy? At least Spike was making an attempt.

But for all his bravado Spike would not get away with this unscathed. If he wanted Kalila’s soul so badly, he was going to have to fight for it. And Lethrblaka meant that literally. As Lady of the Underworld, with a reputation already in the dumps, it was going to take a lot more than a few steals to raise her standing back up. Spike had just presented an opportunity to her on a silver platter. Just because he now wore a crown did not make him a king, especially if he wasn’t willing to back up his efforts; when one plays with fire, they get burned if they don’t know what they’re doing. The silvery Lady smirked to herself as she stepped over a broken rib cage of some poor soul that had lost their battle sometime ago. She paused for a moment to glance back at it, considering the state of the remains with a critical eye; skeletal jewelry was all the rage in the Underworld these days. A hum rumbled from her vocals, and in a moment of judgment she kicked one hind dagger out to shatter the rib cage. The marrow had been left out in the elements too long and too many predators had been at it. They were hardly grand enough to make an impression, especially when a better prize was just within reach. All Lethrblaka had to do was reach out and pluck his wings.

The unholy witch wandered a little further into the heart of the terrain, coming to a stop before a particular stretch of earth. The ground was cracked and dry beneath her talons, unforgiving as stone. Large rocks were scattered across the field, whilst smaller ones littered what they didn’t touch. The entire area was a hazard to the living, though what did the dead have to fear of a badland? Fairness wasn’t her game either; if Spike couldn’t find it in himself to use his environment to his advantage well that was his loss. Lethrblaka on the other hand was already coming up with several ways these massive rocks could be of use and her opponent hadn’t even arrived yet. ”Come out, come out, dear Spike.” came the venomous purr, as deadly as it was unhurried. Lazily, the witch curled her dial down and inward to her bodice, raising a hind talon to scratch leisurely behind her right audit. ”Lethrblaka wants to play~” this would be the first time she laid her own optics upon the beast who called himself Lord of Utopia. If he showed up at all that was. All she knew about him was what she had heard from the rumor mill; that he was quite tall, and had a sizeable family. A family that could be used against him no matter how this went, the evil queen mused as her smirk grew wider.

Oh how much fun was she going to have today?

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Name: Lethrblaka
Breed: Purebred Lippitt Morgan
Age: Nine Years (deceased)
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1hh
Alliance: Dark / Underworld
Health: 100%
Rules: Posts are not to be over 1200 word count. Four attacks will be made, three physical and one supernatural, and two dodges allowed. Winner takes possession of the soul of ➳ T e c h n o ➳ 's Kalila, with the added perk of keeping the loser as a prisoner if the winner wins by five points more than their opponent after the score is tallied up. Five days to respond between posts.

Attacks: 4/4
Attacks Detailed: N/A

Dodges: 2/2
Dodges Detailed: N/A

Words: 1013
Character(s): Lethrblaka
Tagged: @starlight w/ Spike
OOC: Finally got this up. So sorry it took so long, but the internet company is being ridiculous. I'm still holding hope to have the money by the end of next week, but until then I guess I'm gonna be mooching off of neighbors' wifi. ^^;

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Name- spike
Breed- shire x paint x arabian
Age- 7 years | dead
Gender- stallion
Height- 18.0
Alliance- unallianced
Health- 100%

The painted lord was making his way to the battle field as his wings carried him over the land. He was looking for anybody who needed his assistance, something that might help calm his nerves. He felt like his body had turned into a live wire, vibrating with so much emotion he wasn't sure how to channel it. He knew the battle was coming but the worst was yet to come and he knew he could not afford to lose. The price would be great and he didn't want to let Rasa down even more. He had made a choice and now he was going to have to stick to it. As he got closer to the battle field he could feel his body slowly settling down and his resolve was starting to set into place. As he got closer to the battlefield he could feel her, she was already waiting on him and that's when everything clicked into place. He knew that he would have to give this his all, even if it meant draining away his life force to win. There was more than just a soul at stake here, there was the outcome of the whole war.


As he got closer, the lord settled himself down upon the ground. He would walk in so he could get a better look of the battlefield and the land that surrounded it. He had an idea that Lethrblaka had already been scoping the place out. He didn't want to be blind sided by anything, but he had something over her. He had been in this place once or twice before, fighting as a mortal for things that mattered to him. He had lost the battles, which had destroyed part of his hope to be a good leader when he was alive. But now that was adding to his resolve to win and show the Underworld that Utopia was a force not to be messed with. As he was walking the outskirts of the land, the dark ladies words hit his harks. He let out a snicker to himself and smirked, shaking his head to himself. This would be fun, more fun than what he knew what to do with. He was glad that his nerves where starting to relax away and now he was finding a weird since of humor in all of this.

He stayed a few feet away from the empty clearing and watched her as he tried to understand what she might be thinking. She soon called him out to play and he just smiled, not sure if the smaller mare knew what she was getting herself into. Large hooves slid into the dirt as his legs pushed his body forward and he made himself known. Pale brown eyes carefully watched for any sort of motion, he was ready for an attack any time now. He tossed his head, before opening his mouth to speak to her. “I just hope that you can keep up ....” he spoke with a pause. He cocked his head, before opening his mouth one more time to finish what he started. “Short stack.” he spoke with a chuckle. He was hoping to stoke her fire, maybe she would burn out early or maybe it would the condemning of him. He braced himself for an attack as he stood square, harks flicking as he waited for the lady to make the first move. After all it was always ladies first, but Spike was far from a gentlemen.



Rules- Posts are not to be over 1200 word count. Four attacks will be made, three physical and one supernatural, and two dodges allowed. Winner takes possession of the soul of ➳ T e c h n o ➳ 's Kalila, with the added perk of keeping the loser as a prisoner if the winner wins by five points more than their opponent after the score is tallied up. Five days to respond between posts.
Attacks- 4
Attack Description-

Dodges- 2
Dodge Description-

Words- 584
Characters- Spike
Tagged- @snowy
OCC- I hope he knows what he has started. I think his mouth will get him into trouble.

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How ironic was it that the mentality of both combatants was so different? Whereas the Lord of Utopia was nervous and anxious on his way to the bloodbath, Lethrblaka was perfectly calm if not eager. The Hellfire Queen contented herself to stand and await the upstart Lord’s arrival, if he would be so bold as to actually show up that was. There was still a lot about Lord Spike that was unknown; unlike Letha, he’d not gained much notoriety before he rose to take the crown. A wicked smirk crossed her velveteens – Rasa must’ve been completely desperate for someone to fill the position that she just chose the first equine who was interested. Of course, there had been one other who was prepared to step up, though his audition had fallen through… or rather, he had fallen shortly after the audition, right into her Circle where he still remained. Letha did wonder if the equines of Utopia knew that she had captured the little cherub who thought himself a would-be-king, or if they just assumed he had vanished without a trace. None had come for him, or even challenged for his soul back; either they didn’t know, or they just didn’t care. Either way, it didn’t matter in the end. Lethrblaka had her precious baby brother in her clutches, and was making sure he had a wonderful time during his stay. However, he was beginning to bore her. He no longer screamed so deliciously or even begged for them to stop, just stared ahead at nothing from the ground – perhaps after this battle, no matter which way it went, she would throw him back to Utopia after all.

The wicked Lady felt him before she saw or heard him approach, that disgustingly pure aura that all Utopians seemed to carry. When he finally did show up in her line of sight, her only reaction was to raise a brow. As the rumors had promised, he was quite tall – easily four hands over her height if not more. His hide was stained with alabaster splashes, and from his build she could decipher a mixed lineage. Two large feathery wings rested at his side, and his gaze met hers head on. Hmm, points for bravery. But then again, he was going into this battle completely blind wasn’t he? ’I just hope that you can keep up… Short stack.’ she couldn’t help it, the urge was too great. The hellfire witch threw her head back and laughed; it was a cruel, condescending sound that was filled with vicious mirth. Silvery strands splayed with her sudden movement, her horn crowned head shaking as a truly amused smirk crossed her muzzle. ”You’ve just arrived to the party and already you’re going for the insults, handsome?” she purred, a sickly sweet venom pouring off her tongue as her hazel orbs pinned his form. ”I must thank you for the laugh you gave me; been awhile since I was so amused.” right away, she knew she had the advantage already. So many – both living and dead – had been deceived by her size and gender. They looked upon her, and all they saw was something delicate, or if not that, then something that was sensitive about her stature or biology. Lethrblaka was none of the above.

Once upon a time, during her youth she had detested her gender and the way it had robbed her of what was by right hers. But she had not once detested her size. Especially when it would make fools out of even the most powerful of goliaths. By the end of this day, she swore Spike would just be another statistic. But since he had dropped the gauntlet, why not have some fun too? ”That soul you took belongs to me, and I want it back… though I must say I’m quite surprised you chose to rescue a mere mortal Queen’s soul when there is someone else who has been crying out for Utopia to save him for so long.” her orbs took on a deadly gleam, the smirk turning sharp as she unfurled her wings. ”Tell me, how long has it been since you holy of holies have seen Brom? You remember him right, the little boy who tried out for your position alongside you? He disappeared sometime around your crowning right?” she let those questions hang in the air for a moment whilst her pillars fell into motion, stepping forward and slowly starting to close the distance between them. Her pace was leisurely, as though she had all the time in the world, while her features grew ever more sadistic. ”And how about Rhundurin? How has he faired since our… rendezvous? I never got to thank him you see, for granting me such a useful son.” ah yes, the angel she had manipulated into lusting after her. She still remembered him fondly, especially how he tried to resist the pull of her powers before finally giving up. She had always wondered if it were possible for a woman to rape a stag, now she knew.

There were so many other atrocities she could recite to Spike, so many things she had done against Utopia – both for the Underworld and for her own pleasure. He had sought to enrage her with that quip about her height, now she was just throwing his technique back at him. She could’ve kept going, but she decided those two were more than enough for the time being. The closer she stepped to the painted god, the more eager she became to get this party started. ”So tell me Spike, do you think I’ll be able to keep up now?” she gave no warning when her first attack occurred; mere yards away from her quarry, the demon queen struck. The leisurely pace turned into a full gallop, her gait eating up the ground as she charged the larger stag. At first glance, it might’ve seemed crazy – playing chicken with such a large brute… but there was method in her madness. At the last possible second, she feinted to right of him; her large left wing stretched up, the leathery appendage closing in for his head with enough force to break bone in the hopes of inflicting a debilitating blow to his skull. Her horned head lowered, harks pinning to her skull as she swung the sharpened weapons towards the junction of his thigh and stomach in the hope of impaling his vulnerable underside; a feat a larger equine wouldn’t be able to pull off. Perhaps this would teach Spike not to underestimate his opponents so easily.

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Name: Lethrblaka
Breed: Purebred Lippitt Morgan
Age: Nine Years (deceased)
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1hh
Alliance: Dark / Underworld
Health: 100%
Rules: Posts are not to be over 1200 word count. Four attacks will be made, three physical and one supernatural, and two dodges allowed. Winner takes possession of the soul of ➳ T e c h n o ➳ 's Kalila, with the added perk of keeping the loser as a prisoner if the winner wins by five points more than their opponent after the score is tallied up. Five days to respond between posts.

Attacks: 3/4
Attacks Detailed:

Dodges: 2/2
Dodges Detailed: N/A

Words: 1116
Character(s): Lethrblaka
Tagged: @starlight w/ Spike
OOC: It is so hard to write less than 1200 words with Lethrblaka, especially since I'm starting to really get her muse back. xD What she's talking about above is that right now I have Brom held captive in her Circle (which is a mini-plot to explain IC why he dropped out of the running for Lord of Utopia) and what she did to Rhundurin when she stole him (basically she manipulated him into mating with her against his will with her negative emotion influencing powers). She's pretty much trying to maek Spike mad at her for kicks. x3

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Name- spike
Breed- shire x paint x arabian
Age- 7 years | dead
Gender- stallion
Height- 18.0
Alliance- unallianced
Health- 95%


The painted lord was starting to feel more and more confident, especially after he saw her waiting on the battlefield for him. He knew that this battle was very important and could possibly change how some of those in Utopia felt about him. It gave him high hopes and he didn't want to let anybody down, especially Kalila. With the war going he wanted to help, but he wasn't sure that getting himself tangled up in the fight and possibly locked away would do too much. As he walked closer to her it was not long before she reacted to his words. Her reaction was not what he expected, but at least he knew that she was capable of some sort of emotion. He wondered if this would be a battle of wits of if there would be some actual challenge when it came down to the fighting. He hoped all of the training that he had when he was a foal would help, but it had been almost ten years ago so he doubted that he could count on it. The mare spoke with a smirked muzzle and he snorted lightly and smiled as well. “I don't see why not.” he replied. He nodded his head towards her, but it was more of an acknowledgment of her words than one of respect. “Anytime.” he replied, pausing for just a moment. “Maybe after this, I can show you what some real fun is like.” he spoke with a bit of a laugh. It was to be totally innocent, but she might not take it that way.

The silence between them said a lot about what might come, but he didn't know if she was ready to attack or not. Pale brown eyes watched her, looking for any sort of movement that would give him a sign that she was coming for him. The mare spoke, spewing truths that he knew little about. Rasa had not told him a whole lot, but then again he had not asked a lot about it. He was busy trying to get some sort of acceptance from those who he ruled over. “I do not know much of Brom, to be honest with you, but that is not what this fight is about.” he replied to her, wanting her to stop trying to get inside of his head. He knew that she would have things over him, but it was not something that he could control. He watched as she walked towards him, a gentle pace and he took a couple of steps backward. The stallion dug his hooves into the dirt, locking his legs into place encase she was going to attack. When she asked about Rhundurin, he cocked his head just a little bit. “Rhundurin is fine.” he spoke as he gritted his teeth. He was soured at the idea of anybody defiling his angels, but it would happen even if he watched them carefully.

Pale brown eyes did their best to keep locked on her smaller form, wondering what she was thinking. He didn't know what she was thinking, but he knew that the first attack should be coming soon. Their conversation was coming to some sort of an end. He listened to her speak and rolled his shoulders into a shrug, he didn't know what she was capable of. “That has yet to be seen.” he replied. He did not know when she was going to make her first move but she did not wait long. Her walking pace turned into a full fledged gallop as she charged straight for him. She didn't look like she was going to go either direction, but he waited to see what she was going to do. When she did finally move, she darted to the right and it gave him little time to react. The stallion used his legs to jump to the right, his wings out stretched out to help with thrust. The mare's large leather wing struck behind his ears and on down his neck, leaving a large gash that stretched from his ears down to his shoulder before it broke away. But that was not the only attack the mare had done to him, she had turned her head to impale his thigh. But his wing was in the way and her horns went through it. He felt the puncture and knew that his wings would be useless to him now. He stumbled a little bit and used his right hind leg aimed at her head or horns. He wanted her horns out of his wing and tried to jerk it away, but it felt impossible at the time. The pain that surged through his body, he didn't know what to do. He felt lost in a sea of misery, but something then came to his mind. The painted stallion out stretched his muzzle, his teeth aiming to grab a hold of the mare's sharp, leather wing. He was going to take some of this with him, even if it meant losing part of his own wing.



Rules- Posts are not to be over 1200 word count. Four attacks will be made, three physical and one supernatural, and two dodges allowed. Winner takes possession of the soul of ➳ T e c h n o ➳ 's Kalila, with the added perk of keeping the loser as a prisoner if the winner wins by five points more than their opponent after the score is tallied up. Five days to respond to posts.
Attacks- 3
Attack Description-
1.) When her horns went into his wing, he used his hind hoof to aim at her head and/or horns. His hope is to break away from her but to maybe break part of her horn. Then since they were in close proximity, he aimed to take a bite out of her wing.

Dodges- 2
Dodge Description-

Injuries-
1.) A large gash that goes from his bridle path, behind his right ear down to his shoulder.
2.) A hole in his wing where her horns are currently stuck. The injury could be worse depending on her next move.

Words- 846
Characters- Spike
Tagged- @snowy
OCC- I understand, muse is always a good thing.

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Perhaps it was a stretch to call the scuffle between the new Lord of Utopia and the new Lady of the Underworld ‘important’, though there was no denying there was a lot riding on the outcome for both parties. The only reason Spike was even interested in Kalila’s soul probably had a lot to do with the upcoming war that was fast approaching, its presence hanging over the heads of every mortal involved like a black cloud. Surely then, he would’ve instead preferred to go for Brom’s soul or at the very least dear Eos’, both of whom remained securely in Lethrblaka’s grasp unchallenged. Lethrblaka filed away that little tidbit of information for later use – there would be a lot of mortals who would benefit from the knowledge that Utopia played favorites depending on how useful one was. The hellish woman had to give credit where credit was due though: Spike was hardly shaken by her taunts or her reactions. ’I don’t see why not… Anytime. Maybe after this, I can show you what real fun is like.’ ooh, that was a fun little response wasn’t it? A very idea-provoking statement, though she doubted he meant it as she thought he did. Fun could have many different definitions, not just the one that Letha preferred. Besides, she had already gotten in trouble for breeding her little Cambion army – it was probably better for her damaged reputation if she didn’t have relations with the Lord of Utopia whether he be a willing participant or not. Though that certainly didn’t mean that she couldn’t have another version of ‘fun’ with him once she got him into her Circle. There were, after all, so many other ways to violate someone.

She didn’t give a reply to his suggestive comment, nor did she care much for his replies to her inquiries. Telling him about Brom and asking about Rhundurin were merely tactics to get under his skin, both of which didn’t have the desired effects she would’ve preferred. A flash of disappointment splashed across her features at his lack of reaction, though once more she filed away the information for later use. Though she would’ve enjoyed needling the stag into a rage, he had just unwittingly given her ammunition to use for the favor of the Underworld; just as there were so many ways to twist the definition of fun, words and actions were just as easy to twist if not easier. Tell the wrong thing to the right ears, and kingdoms would fall – it was only a matter of time before Utopia’s slip ups caused them to crumble just as fast. The banter between the holy God and satanic Goddess came to an end with the thunder of talons upon the dead earth and a spray of ethereal blood; though neither of Lethrblaka’s attacks had hit their intended marks, Spike had just made it worse for himself. Her original intention had been to bash his skull in with a powerful blow of her wing, but as the painted beast leapt to the right, heading right into her. Hazel optics widened in surprise as she was forced to lean out of the way of his bodice and change tactics on the fly; with his head no longer in range, the witch curved her wing inward and brought the sharp weapons on the edge of the leathery appendage to bear. The sensation of flesh being torn open and the scent of blood in the wind were like a drug, addictive and enthralling; her claws had dug into the splashed Lord’s tender flesh, and thanks to a combination of their collective momentum he was now left with a massive gash stretching from the beast’s temple to his shoulder blade.

The second part of her initial assault didn’t meet its original mark either, but once more Spike had damned himself. His momentum had taken his vulnerable stomach and thigh out of her range, but in turn he had sacrificed something far more valuable. The spiraling horns atop the wicked Queen’s crown pierced straight through the Lord’s feather-coated membrane of his wing instead. Letha couldn’t contain the flash of satisfaction that blossomed in her chest; Spike had just lost the use of his most valuable asset in this struggle, which gave Lethrblaka a massive advantage… if she could avoid the same fate. The titan of an equine stumbled in his agony, his reactions jerky and desperate as he struggled to dislodge her from his figure; the vixen snarled lowly as she was dragged behind him, and she thrashed her dainty crown furiously in an attempt of her own to separate from him whilst doing the most damage she could. Letha saw his hind talon rising to strike out at her now vulnerable skull out of the corner of her eye, and quickly she dug her talons into the dusty soil and threw her weight backwards. With great effort, she managed to free herself from the horn lock by tearing her horns from his appendage, narrowly avoiding the blow. Her wings gave a powerful thrust, lifting her talons from terra firma and carrying her into the heavens and away from the holy beast, avoiding his other strike in the process. For the moment, Lethrblaka had the upper hand in this struggle – she had drawn first blood and taken away an advantage of her opponent, two things she meant to press harder against him. As the silvery witch landed back upon the dead land several feet away, she was already preparing her next assault: smoke rose from her maw, the glow of hellfire igniting from behind her ivories just before she opened them to shoot a barrage of fireballs out at her rival in mimicry of the dragon she was named after. Wild flame struck rock and soil, filling the air with the scent of burning brimstone and sulfur as she attempted to scorch the Lord of Utopia. He might as well get used to it, after all – she didn’t intend to leave this struggle empty handed.

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Name: Lethrblaka
Breed: Purebred Lippitt Morgan
Age: Nine Years (deceased)
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1hh
Alliance: Dark / Underworld
Health: 100%
Rules: Posts are not to be over 1200 word count. Four attacks will be made, three physical and one supernatural, and two dodges allowed. Winner takes possession of the soul of ➳ T e c h n o ➳ 's Kalila, with the added perk of keeping the loser as a prisoner if the winner wins by five points more than their opponent after the score is tallied up. Five days to respond between posts.

Attacks: 2/4
Attacks Detailed:

Dodges: 1/2
Dodges Detailed:

Words: 1012
Character(s): Lethrblaka
Tagged: @starlight w/ Spike
OOC: -slams reply down just in the nick of time- <3

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Name- spike
Breed- shire x paint x arabian
Age- 7 years | dead
Gender- stallion
Height- 18.0
Alliance- unallianced
Health- 85%

The painted stallion knew he could not let his followers down, they needed him to win this fight. The neutrals had struck out and he was the last hope of giving them some sort of inspiration. He hoped that he would do everything the right way, but it would be a case of trial and error. As he waited to see what the mare's movements would bring, he soon found himself fighting to break free from her. He could feel the pain that traveled down from the top of his head down his neck and ending at his shoulder. It was like nothing he had ever felt before and the blood was pouring down his neck and ending at his shoulder. The blood would be slippery if they stepped in it wrong, it could spell disaster for either one of them. He gritted his teeth in pain, hissing lightly as he felt the tugging of her horns within his wing.

The mare saw his attack coming as he reached out to kick with her with his hoof. The struggle was real between the two of them, angel and demon alike as they pulled to get away from each other. The struggle was real until they got away from each other as she extended out her wings and thrust herself away from him, he could feel his wing tearing even more. The mare broke away from him and landed a few feet away from him. His pale brown eyes kept a close look at her, not sure what she had in mind next. He knew that it could not be very good and he was already severely injured. He could feel the air starting to burn, the heat would be unbearable and he knew that needed to get away. He tossed out his wing and looked at it, knowing that he would not be able to fly away. The painted lord wrapped his wings around him, using them to deflect the dark ladies fireballs. He could smell the burning smell of hair and feather alike, as it left holes within his great painted wings.

He was not quite used to the smell of fire and brimstone with the stink of sulfur. It smelt nothing like home and it would linger on his coat for ages. He closed his eyes for a moment before he put his wings down to look at her. He glared at her, wondering what her final attack would be. She had used almost everything that she had, except for two more attacks and he still had three left. He needed to find the best ways to use the attacks, in a way that would make her realize that he was not afraid of her. The stallion could feel pain within his neck and wings, making them stiff. The rest of his body would have to make up for what he could not do with his wings.

After thinking to himself, the great beast charged towards her in a fury of speed and emotion as he ran to the left, making a half circle towards her. The giant beast would use what he had against her and that would be his sheer weight and size. As he got closer to her, he did not change his course of attack and lowered his head down in a snaking position. His hope was to get his head under her and raise it enough to send her off balance. His teeth had aimed for her hocks, aiming to grab a hold while he was down below her. It was a stupid move, but he figured the closer he was to her hooves: the less power they would have for an attack. The painted beast did not have time to prepare for her next attack, but he scrambled backward's in an attempt to get away from her as quickly as possible. Dodging any attack that she attempted against him next and looked her directly in the eye. He did not give it very long before he charged her again as he got closer to her, he turned on his large hooves and kicked out at her head. Aiming to break off a piece of her horn or damaged part of her lovely face. He wanted to give her something to remember him by.



Rules- Posts are not to be over 1200 word count. Four attacks will be made, three physical and one supernatural, and two dodges allowed. Winner takes possession of the soul of ➳ T e c h n o ➳ 's Kalila, with the added perk of keeping the loser as a prisoner if the winner wins by five points more than their opponent after the score is tallied up. Five days to respond to posts.
Attacks- 3
Attack Description-
1.) When her horns went into his wing, he used his hind hoof to aim at her head and/or horns. His hope is to break away from her but to maybe break part of her horn. Then since they were in close proximity, he aimed to take a bite out of her wing.
2.) Charged towards her as he circled to the left and lowered his head so that way he could put his head and neck under her body. He was aiming to lift her off of the ground a little bit and bite at her hocks while he was down there.
3.) He charged at her again as he got closer to her, he turned on his front hooves and aimed a kick at her head. He aim to break off a piece of her horns or damange part of her lovely face. Hoping to give her something to remember him by.
Dodges- 2
Dodge Description-
1.) As he came in to attack her with his second attack, as he got away he dodged what ever attack she did towards him.

Injuries-
1.) A large gash that goes from his bridle path, behind his right ear down to his shoulder.
2.) A hole in his wing where her horns are currently stuck.Part of his wing is missing from her horn being torn from it.
3.) His wings are burnt, holes are burned through them in places.

Words- 721
Characters- Spike
Tagged- @snowy
OCC- I understand, muse is always a good thing.

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Fear; perhaps one of the most basic of emotions any living creature could feel. Even from birth, almost everything that walked, crawled, flew or swam upon the mortal coil knew of its pull. In small amounts it could protect, keep creatures from harming themselves with stupid mistakes, whilst other times it could paralyze and cripple when given in large doses. Fear was what the Underworld thrived upon, it was what Lethrblaka intended to spread with everyday of her reign, and it was currently what was keeping her on her guard. Despite what others might think of her, the Lady of the Underworld had never been a fool. Though she had the upper hand for the moment, she was not so naïve and thoughtless to believe she would continue to keep it. The element of surprise had been spent, and nothing could change the fact that this was the first battle she had undertaken in her entire existence – from life to death and beyond. Her lack of experience was a potentially damning disadvantage if she didn’t play her cards right, especially since Spike had the greater advantages in terms of size and strength. The burn of the hellfire bursting from her throat was a soothing one; from the moment she called upon it the very air around the battlefield seemed to catch fire, scorching all that it touched in unholy heat. The familiar scent of sulfur and burning rock steadied her mind, clearing the fog of pleasure and confidence to make room for more methodical trains of thought. Almost as soon as it had begun, the rain of flame ended and Letha was given a moment of respite to observe her handiwork. Most of the blasts from her wild attack had missed their mark, landing upon the earth and stone to leave deep scorching scars that gave off a nearly toxic smelling smoke. Too little to use as a smokescreen as cover for another attack, she mused; a boon in this case, as Spike too would be able to use such a cover. But while most had missed, there were quite a number that had not, and the sight of their damage had a viciously pleased grin forming over Letha’s velveteens.

She had to give him points for his resourcefulness; with the damage done to his wing, he was incapable of flight and had so decided to use the appendages as a shield rather than dodging away. Several noticeable holes, still smoking and edged with burning flesh, stood out against those pretty feathered wings of his. It would be a long time before he recovered the ability to use them. The holy Lord slowly lowered his ruined wings from his form, his optics glaring daggers into her figure. Amusement flashed across her features as she leisurely stretched out her wings, giving her horned crow a shake before folding the leathery appendages back to her bodice. Before she clasped the claws together however, she took advantage of his undivided attention and brought her left wing up to her muzzle. Small droplets of vibrant crimson lifeblood dripped from her claws, falling under gravity’s influence to stain the dust beneath her talons. The unholy woman’s hazel orbs followed their path for a few moments, watching with lazy interest. ”I have always wondered if the phrase, ‘Real gods don’t bleed’ had any truth to it.” the silvery vixen hissed, her soft lyrics filling the area much like an ominous roll of thunder in the distance. ”They also say that by making God bleed, you can make people cease to believe in him. I wonder what this means for you, oh Lord of Utopia – what shall your followers say when they see that you bleed?” her tongue flashed into view, leisurely licking a few drops of the crimson liquid from her weapons as though to emphasize her point. It was yet another attempt to get under his skin, to mess with his head while preying on his insecurities. If there was one thing she knew about equines in new positions of power, it was that they were usually very nervous about their promotion - especially those who were pure of heart and just wanted to do what was best for everyone. Such a weakness was easy to exploit, no matter the equine. However, the longer this battle went on, the more bored Lethrblaka was becoming in her rival. It almost seemed to easy right now; the only time Spike had made an attempt to strike her was after she had snagged her horns into his wing. Even that had seemed like just a wild and instinctive move meant to dislodge her rather than actually do her harm. If the painted beast didn’t step up his game, she was going to be sorely disappointed.

No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than did the beast of Utopia decide to prove her wrong. Letha’s wing snapped back into place upon her bodice, the claws clasping with its twin over her chest as she tensed in preparation. Spike had taken a note out of her book; like a rolling storm, his massive talons scarred up the ground in a full gallop. He circled her from the left, pulling in close and snaking his dial down. She realized his intent before he could enact it, but the stupid fool had just made a grave error. He tried to snap at her hocks, unbalance her delicate form with the fore of his sheer strength and size, but that would not work here. Letha waited until he was too close to pull away, then darted forward and just out of his reach. ”You are more foolish than I realized!” she cackled, a harsh and condemning sound. ”You should’ve just kept your head in the clouds Spike, where it belongs. The ground is my dwelling alone.” with those snarled lyrics, she turned back to face him, closing the slight distance between them and lowering her horned head to swipe at his vulnerable skull with her horns. But just as he had done, she too had made a grave error. The close proximity to him meant that she hadn't enough time to dodge; her hazel orbs flashed wildly as she pulled her head up, and was met with the force of a huge talon against her face. A roaring cry of rage and pain was ripped from her muzzle as she felt something break under her skin, a sicking 'crack!' filling the air. The hellish woman's world swirled for a few moments as she all but stumbled away from him, heading for one of the large rocks for cover and to assess her wound. She had been careless, she thought absentmindedly as she felt her own ethereal blood well against her right optic, blinding it in a haze of crimson. Whether it would scar or she would lose sight in that orb she wasn't certain, but one thing was clear: she had just lost the use of her right eye for the remainder of the battle...

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Name: Lethrblaka
Breed: Purebred Lippitt Morgan
Age: Nine Years (deceased)
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1hh
Alliance: Dark / Underworld
Health: 86%
Rules: Posts are not to be over 1200 word count. Four attacks will be made, three physical and one supernatural, and two dodges allowed. Winner takes possession of the soul of ➳ T e c h n o ➳ 's Kalila, with the added perk of keeping the loser as a prisoner if the winner wins by five points more than their opponent after the score is tallied up. Five days to respond between posts.

Attacks: 1/4
Attacks Detailed:

Dodges: All Used
Dodges Detailed:

Injuries:

[/b] Received from his third attack. When he struck out at her with his back hooves, he kicked her square in the face and cracked the right side of her skull. She will be disorientated and woozy for the rest of the battle. Broken blood vessels from the injury site are currently filling her right eye socket with blood, rendering her temporarily blind in her right eye. It will take a long while before she completely recovers.
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Words: 1175
Character(s): Lethrblaka
Tagged: @starlight w/ Spike
OOC: ...can't say Letha is really happy right now lol. And win or lose she shall remember this. x3 Just one more attack each, then we can wrap this up.
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Name- spike
Breed- shire x paint x arabian
Age- 7 years | dead
Gender- stallion
Height- 18.0
Alliance- unallianced
Health- 50%

The painted stallion felt a lot of pain from neck, but that was not all that he felt. The smell of burning flesh and feathers wasn't pleasant and he knew that he would have to use his head for the remainder of this battle. He couldn't let Lethrblaka think that he was a stupid bone head, even though sometimes he didn't use his head when he should. But it made for a great camouflage for his battle tactic. Fighting could be about brute strength, but it also needed to be able smarts and putting things together quickly. Every moment was a ticking time bomb and he knew that he had just one more attack left, but what would it be? He eyed the marks on the earth from her fireballs and wondered how she would like to face his own attack. She seemed pleased with herself, which was okay with him though she would have to learn not to be so smug. He had a plan and she was about to pay for her actions.

The devilish mare spoke to him and he snorted, her words had struck a nerve deep down. Maybe one that stoked a fire that was already burning, but yet he knew what he needed to say. "I bleed for my people." he replied with a pause, but he knew that would not be enough for her. "If my people see that I am willing to fight for them, bleed for them, then why would they cease to believe in me?" he spoke roughly, his voice filling the space around them. " I would hope that my followers would cheer for me and my victory. No, their VICTORY." he growled at her. He let out a snort and pawed at the earth, his pale brown eyes watching.

With their short conversation over with and his attempt to bite at her legs foiled by her sorry attempt to dart away. The mare spewed more of her tainted lies into the air and he could only let out a large breath as he was focused on his attack but she had gotten under his skin. "Yes I might belong in the clouds, but you don't belong here. Neither of us belongs here. This is where the mortals dwell, you belong about six feet under!" he snarled. "So let me help you!" he snapped, but it was no sooner than he replied that she aimed those dastardly horns at his face. He knew that there would be little chance that he would get away being that close to her. Prayed as he might, he stumbled into her attack and then pain shot through his skull. His eyes closed tightly as he pulled away from her after his hind hooves landed square on her head. The sickening thud filled the air and the first gust of wind blew through the battlefield. The smell of rain was now on the horizon and the thunder rumbled. He looked for her, but something was wrong. Spike opened his pale brown eyes, but yet something just did not seem right. Looking down at the ground trying to clear his vision, he saw what she had done. His left eye was laying down in a pool of blood, inches away from his hoof.

The devilish woman's horn had gotten stuck in his eye, pulling it out completely. Anger and rage swelled within the painted beast body, as he felt the urge to recoil against her. The blood was flowing down his face, pooling in the ground below. He raised his head to look at her and replied to her comment though his teeth. "I hope you said your goodbyes." The thunder was rumbling and the dry lighting was crackling across the sky. The wind had picked up and was feeding on the gods anger. It whipped violently as the lighting struck the ground not even twenty feet away from them. He did not move, he could not move because if he did he would not be able to stop. He watched as the lighting struck a tree near them, causing it to burst into flame and traveled along the left side. He let out a hollow laugh, showing the darker origins of his birth. This battle would change the painted beast, but would it be for the better?

The wind picked up quickly and the clouds began to spin in the distance and he laughed, cackling like she had done before. The landscape around the battle field would be damaged by this attack, but that was not any of his concern. What he was focused on was making her pay for what she had done to him. He watched as the violent air came closer to them, taking everything that it touched with it. He struggled to stand planted on the ground as he watched it come straight towards them both. "Goodbye Lethrblaka." he snickered as he turned his head slightly to watch the twister, though it was no bigger than a dust devil it had the force of a god like wind. He turned to walk away, only traveling a few feet to turn around to watch. Within taking those few steps, he could feel his adrenaline wearing thin and pain filling his body. His head ached like he been beaten in the head with a tree. Everything ached and he felt a new sense of purpose in him, a purpose that he wished that he found when he was still alive.

When the twister vanished, the wind seemed to die down rather peacefully but the fire was still raging around them. Thick black smoke filled the air and he felt ashamed, but yet proud at the same time. Calling the rain to aid him, it began to fall down in big drops. He could feel his energy wearing thin, almost as if it was being taken away by the rain. He watched it put out the fire, leaving nothing but smoldering trees and undergrowth. He looked for Lethrblaka, but his vision was fuzzy for his head hurt to great to see perfectly. He knew that his eye would never come back, but he hoped it was lost for a good cause. He searched with his right eye for Lethrblaka, not knowing what had become of her after the twister had come for her.


Rules- Posts are not to be over 1200 word count. Four attacks will be made, three physical and one supernatural, and two dodges allowed. Winner takes possession of the soul of C A T A S T R O P H E 's Kalila, with the added perk of keeping the loser as a prisoner if the winner wins by five points more than their opponent after the score is tallied up. Five days to respond between posts.
Attacks- 4
Attack Description-
1.) When her horns went into his wing, he used his hind hoof to aim at her head and/or horns. His hope is to break away from her but to maybe break part of her horn. Then since they were in close proximity, he aimed to take a bite out of her wing.
2.) Charged towards her as he circled to the left and lowered his head so that way he could put his head and neck under her body. He was aiming to lift her off of the ground a little bit and bite at her hocks while he was down there.
3.) He charged at her again as he got closer to her, he turned on his front hooves and aimed a kick at her head. He aim to break off a piece of her horns or damage part of her lovely face. Hoping to give her something to remember him by.
4.) He called for lighting and wind, sending a twister about the size of a dust devil after her. It has god force winds and is fueled by his rage. The damage done to Lethrblaka is up you.

Dodges- 1
Dodge Description-
1.) As he came in to attack her with his second attack, as he got away he dodged what ever attack she did towards him.


Injuries-
1.) A large gash that goes from his bridle path, behind his right ear down to his shoulder.
2.) A hole in his wing where her horns are currently stuck.Part of his wing is missing from her horn being torn from it.
3.) His wings are burnt, holes are burned through them in places.
4.) Spike is missing his left eye, it will not return.

Words- 1059
Characters- Spike
Tagged- snowyflakes ❆
OCC- I would not be happy either, but Spike is not going to be the same. He is going to be a bit darker now and this battle has changed him. He will dodge her next attack, if you want to include it or not.

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It would seem that, after trying the entire battle to get beneath the painted lord’s skin, Lethrblaka had succeeded in her agenda. However, what came along with that small victory were the grievous consequences of her overconfidence. As she’d predicted, the upper hand had changed sides; she’d played around too long and now Spike had her on the run instead, cowering behind one of the massive rocks and nursing a debilitating injury to boot. The last time the hellish Queen could remember feeling agony such as this was several long years ago, back when oxygen filled her lungs and true flesh encased her wicked soul. It truly was an interesting concept that the dead could feel just as much as the living; could bleed and feel flesh being torn from bone despite not bearing earthen shells. Earlier, she had considered such an anomaly as a boon as she’d mercilessly ripped through Spike’s feathery wing, though in the same breath she had stupidly forgotten that it was also a curse – a fact that Lethrblaka was now being clearly reminded of. The haze that covered her right hazel lantern thickened with every new swell of ethereal crimson that spilled from the damaged socket, blocking out all range of vision she’d once possessed. Time in the Underworld would heal the damage, though there would likely be a scar that remained – a souvenir to help recall this incident many years from now.

However, the silvery witch’s appearance was not her primary concern at the moment; the damage done by the new Lord’s strike was far worse than a blinded eye. With every minute shift of her facial muscles, Lethrblaka was assaulted by the grating sensation of bone grinding against bone – as though Spike had actually broken something within her, and even more concerning than that was the vision in her remaining optic. All at once her perception seemed to be shifted off of its axis, becoming blurred and shaky; at times it even felt like the earth would be ripped out from underneath her weight. ’A concussion…’ the realization was almost detached, her own thoughts sounding too far away and too jumbled even though they were entrapped within her own mind. Furiously, Lethrblaka’s ivories clenched tightly against each other, a vicious sounding hiss escaping through the wall of alabaster. This… could be problematic. Though she had long taken Spike’s ability to fly, he’d dealt her a hand just as deadly. The wicked woman’s perception of the battlefield had been forcefully changed; the things she heard, smelled, and viewed could no longer be completely trusted. She would have to be extra cautious from here on out.

The only consolation that she received in return for her reckless charge was the warm, sticky substance that slithered down from the point of her horn. The last remains of what had once been Spike’s eye, caught upon the point of her horn and torn out from his skull only moments before he had nearly cracked hers open. It truly would be a miracle if the painted beast managed to regenerate that; in her opinion it seemed almost poetic – and eye for an eye, for now they both had the same handicap. ”I would hope that my followers would cheer for me and my victory. No, their VICTORY!” oh wasn’t that just adorable? For the second time that day, Lethrblaka released a bark of hideous laughter – uncaring of the agony the action pierced through her crown. ”Save me your spew, Spike!” she roared back, her own vocals filling the battlefield like the blast of an explosion. ”You’re no god, you’re not even a proper king! Whenever I look at you, I only see how desperate Rasa is to fill her ranks. Mark my words today, Lord of Nothing; one way or another, you shall prove to be her greatest mistake!” it was a bluff at best, yet another dig at the heavenly beast’s insecurities, though it was a bluff that Lethrblaka truly believed. Greater Lords – pure souls that had done notable deeds in the name of good - had fallen to the most minor of missteps, why would someone desire to break the pattern now? Whatever else it was that had come out of Spike’s idiotic drabble was of little consequence of the silvery woman afterward; the battle was winding down, and Lethrblaka had the gut feeling that her rival would not take the loss of his eye laying down. Her own energies were already low, siphoned away by the fireball barrage she had fired upon the Lord of Utopia earlier; her best guess was that she had enough left for one more assault… but she would have to get in close to give it the best chance of hitting its target.

The time for taking gambles was over.

Lethrblaka felt the change in the atmosphere before Spike had ever spoken, his rumbling threat sounding muffled in her audits though she could clearly identify the lyric ‘goodbye’. Moments later, the entire battlefield was encased in the raging storm – complete with flashing lightning and wailing winds. Lethrblaka all but snarled as she braced herself behind her earthen shield. She was cornered like a rat; in her current state it would be unwise for her to move too much, especially in such conditions. Her only choice was to remain in place and endure the attack. A daredevil grin stretched itself out over the evil woman’s muzzle as she unfurled her wings, turning to her stone shield and slamming the clawed tips straight into the rock just as the screaming gales fell over her. A wave of agony ripped through her entire form as the god’s attack tore her apart, ripping laceration after laceration into the rusty robes that coated her bodice. A lesser woman might’ve screamed, pleaded for it to end… but all Lethrblaka did was cackle once again. It echoed through the storm, sounding out over the thunder and the twister to meld with Spike’s own chilling laugh before dying off just as the battlefield fell silent. The winds died down, the shattered pieces of stone fell back to earth, and the smoke from the burning tree was placated by a cool rain – that was when she made her final strike. The massive stone she had taken shelter behind had served its purpose, taking the worse of the twister for the Demon Queen – it was now little more than a tower of cracks and broken pieces, so it was no surprise that it shattered completely under the sudden force of Lethrblaka’s powerful wings. One flap and a shower of rock shards were flung in Spike’s direction; the Demon Queen’s talons scarred the ruined earth as she charged him through the cover of dust and stone, aiming her horns directly at his jugular in a wide, wild attack. She didn’t expect this attack to hit, as her perception was all over the place, but it was worth a shot. One last try to wipe this little shit stain right off the face of the world.

It would be far more merciful for him anyway; because Lethrblaka would have none for him should this battle be drawn in her favor.

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Name: Lethrblaka
Breed: Purebred Lippitt Morgan
Age: Nine Years (deceased)
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1hh
Alliance: Dark / Underworld
Health: 54%
Rules: Posts are not to be over 1200 word count. Four attacks will be made, three physical and one supernatural, and two dodges allowed. Winner takes possession of the soul of ➳ T e c h n o ➳ 's Kalila, with the added perk of keeping the loser as a prisoner if the winner wins by five points more than their opponent after the score is tallied up. Five days to respond between posts.

Attacks: All Used
Attacks Detailed:

Dodges: All Used
Dodges Detailed:

Injuries:

[/b] Received from his third attack. When he struck out at her with his back hooves, he kicked her square in the face and cracked the right side of her skull. She will be disorientated and woozy for the rest of the battle. Broken blood vessels from the injury site are currently filling her right eye socket with blood, rendering her temporarily blind in her right eye. It will take a long while before she completely recovers.
- Multiple Severe Lacerations & Bruises: Received from his final attack. Realizing she was safer where she was and feeling to disorientated to try and safely move from the twister, she remained in place and let Spike's final attack descend upon her. Though the stone she had been hiding behind took most of the brunt the wind itself still managed to slice her up. She is now sporting at least ten very deep and long cuts as well as major bruising all over her body. It will take several long months before all of them heal/close up.
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Words: 1198
Character(s): Lethrblaka
Tagged: @starlight w/ Spike
OOC: I'm so tired right now its not even funny, but at least I got this up now. @starlight said that Spike would use his last dodge to avoid her last attack, and considering that in that case there will be no damage done and Spike is out of attacks I believe this battle can be judged now. <3[/div][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Waiting on judge collection: Yes
Judge 1 Collection: Done
Judge 2 Collection: Done
Judge 3 Collection: Done
Tally-ing Scores: Yes

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Roleplayer & Character: Snowy and Lethrblaka

Quality over Quantity: 11.5
Comments:
- There is so much that seems to just be added in where it doesn't really need to be. The focus should be on the battle and it was a little distracting when 2/3 of each post was for politics that have already been talked about and don't have much of a place in the actual battle posts.
- There are parts that are redundant. In example, "right away, she knew she had the advantage already." there is no need for having both "right away" and "already". There's quite a few places where it seems words are just added in to be there.
- Many of the words used feel a bit out of place and distract from the rest of the writing - referring to body parts as "velveteens", "orbs", and "serpentine", for example.
- The posts are long, but fairly easy to read through. I personally would have liked to see more of the posts focused on the battle itself, with less introspection (largely in the second post).
- Posts may be long, but they have great quality as well.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14.5
Comments:
- Going to put this here? "First" attack is actually two attacks. There is a charge with a wing to the head to try and cause damage then another attack to try and maul a completely different part of the body with her horns. Since the attack is made with a different part of Leth's body on a different part of Spike and would cause completely different damage, I'd consider these different attacks.
- None
- None noticed

Realism of Attack: 13.5
Comments:
- Attacks seem realistic for a horse with those features.
- I really enjoyed how Lethrblaka used her size to her advantage and gave Spike multiple ways to react to her initial attack.
- Second attack felt a bit rushed.
- Her reaction to Spike's third attack was unclear and confusing.
- The attacks, even while including supernatural elements through the afterlife aspects, still contained realism and were attacks that could be seen in an actual battle between two equines. Lethrblaka seemed to try to use more speed and her smaller size to her advantage rather than brute strength.

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
- First attack was good, since it took the lead and used Leth's size to her advantage.
- It seems like more thought was put into the attacks and there was much more variety.
- Last attack was creative.
- It seems as Lethrblaka had the upper hand in the fighting, and her attacks were well thought-out.
- Lethrblaka came out with major concussion, temporarily blind in right eye, and major lacerations and bruises. Spike was left with large gash from right ear to right shoulder, a hole in wing and part of wing missing from her horn, burn holes through wings as well as general burns across wings, and the permanent loss of left eye. From what I see, Lethrblaka seems to be the only one to do any lasting permanent damage.

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- Complete.
- Form was filled out appropriately
- There is plenty of information and every bit of the form seems complete from what I can see.

Spelling and Grammar: 9.5
Comments:
- "And how about Rhundurin? How has he faired since our… rendezvous?" faired should be fared
- "ooh, that was a fun little response wasn’t it?" needs capital
- "oh wasn’t that just adorable?" needs capital
- These sentences are not being correctly worded for dialogue. The sentence after the quotation either needs to be immediately relevant to the speech or be capitalized. ("...when there is someone else who has been crying out for Utopia to save him for so long.” her orbs took on a deadly gleam..) ("...granting me such a useful son.” ah yes, the angel she had manipulated into lusting after her.) (”I must thank you for the laugh you gave me; been awhile since I was so amused.” right away, she knew she had the advantage already.) (it was a bluff at best, yet another dig at the heavenly beast’s insecurities, though it was a bluff that Lethrblaka truly believed.)
- "unbalance her delicate form with the fore of his sheer strength and size" fore should be force
- "a sicking 'crack!' filling the air." sicking should be sickening
- "Fear; perhaps one of the most basic of emotions any living creature could feel." The semicolon should be a colon or period.
- "...giving her horned crow a shake..." I believe "crow" is a misspelling of "crown".
- "Just because he now wore a crown did not make him a king, especially if he wasn’t willing to back up his efforts; when one plays with fire, they get burned if they don’t know what they’re doing." The semicolon should be a colon or period.

Total: 78

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Roleplayer & Character: Kal and Spike

Quality over Quantity: 13
Comments:
- A similar problem where the posts didn't have a lot of actual focus on the battle itself.
- Posts seem to stumble quite a lot, e.g. two sentences start the same way in a row "As he got closer to the battlefield.." "The struggle was real..."
- Posts have "but" in way too many sentences and a lack of sentence structure variety to the point it's distracting.
- First post focused more on conversation and less on the battle itself, but this was mostly as a response to Lethrblaka.
- Augustine's posts are a bit shorter, but no less filled with information and input.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 13
Comments:
- Again putting this here? His "first" attack is actually two attacks. He attempts to kick at her head/horns and then attempts to bite her wing, which is an entirely different move than kicking.
- Going to count it as powerplaying to have Spike attack, then dodge before Snowy can even reply to the attack then attack once more. Doing this basically means in Kal's post, Leth has not moved from the first attack through the last attack when she could very well have flown away if Snowy wanted her to when Spike dodged. Leth may not have even attacked back, so dodging would be making Leth attack. Subtracting 1.5 points for this, due to keeping Leth in the same position for three full actions and assuming she's attacking ("1.) As he came in to attack her with his second attack, as he got away he dodged what ever attack she did towards him.")
- None noticed

Realism of Attack: 12
Comments:
- Charging, then backing away and trying to charge again while a horse could be attacking you just doesn't seem like a realistic thing.
- First three attacks are rushed and lacking detail.
- Last attack is better but does not mention how it could affect his opponent.
- His reaction to Lethrblaka's first attack is a bit confusing and hard to read.
- His reaction to Lethrblaka's second attack is very confusing, mentions the fireballs a bit randomly, and does not mention any pain although his wings have holes burned through them.
- All Attacks, including the supernatural elements, looked very realistic to what you would see from an equine battle. Spike used classic snaking motions commonly used by stallions and kicked with his hooves like you would expect to see.

Attack Compared to Opponent:  10.5
Comments:
- Spike's first attack seemed a little dull in comparison to Leth's which used her size. His was just a reaction to her attack.
- The charging attacks just didn't make much sense and seemed not very creative in comparison to what Leth was throwing out.
- The twister was pretty interesting.
- Spike used his size to his advantage in his attacks, but they seemed less thoughtful and planned than Lethrblaka's.
- The reaction to the first attack almost seems like a partial dodge.
- Spike may not have done any permanent damage, but he did do his best to try to disable her during the battle. Lethrblaka came out with major concussion, temporarily blind in right eye, and major lacerations and bruises. Spike was left with large gash from right ear to right shoulder, a hole in wing and part of wing missing from her horn, burn holes through wings as well as general burns across wings, and the permanent loss of left eye. The blindness could be seen on both sides of the battle. His larger size allowed him to make larger hits and possibly do more damage with less strikes.

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- Completed
- From what I see, the form contains the information needed and gives everyone what is needed.

Spelling and Grammar: 9.5
Comments:
- "As he was walking the outskirts of the land, the dark ladies words hit his harks" - ladies should be lady's
- "The painted lord wrapped his wings around him, using them to deflect the dark ladies fireballs." - ladies should be lady's
- "But that was not the only attack the mare had done to him, she had turned her head to impale his thigh. But his wing was in the way and her horns went through it." This needs to be rewritten with the but's fixed
- "But it made for a great camouflage for his battle tactic. " Should not be its own sentence.
- "With their short conversation over with and his attempt to bite at her legs foiled by her sorry attempt to dart away. " Incomplete sentence
- "feeding on the gods anger" Need an apostrophe
- "Spike was far from a gentlemen" should be gentleman
- "He wondered if this would be a battle of wits of if there would be some actual challenge when it came down to the fighting." This sentence is long and does not make sense, I believe the "of" should be "or".
- "Pale brown eyes did their best to keep locked on her smaller form..." This sentence also doesn't make much sense - adding "His" and the beginning and replacing "keep" with "stay" would help.
- "He listened to her speak and rolled his shoulders into a shrug, he didn't know what she was capable of." Comma should be a semicolon.
- "The pain that surged through his body, he didn't know what to do." Sentence doesn't make sense.
- "The blood would be slippery if they stepped in it wrong, it could spell disaster for either one of them." Comma should be a semicolon.
- "...the force of a god like wind." Should be "godlike".

Total: 73

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The winner is @snowy with Lethrblaka