[aliyaah]

HELKAER VS NEUTRAL WAR

decide your fate. 

Rousselet vs Kalila

Climate:
It is winter, but it's a warmer day. The warring parties arrive early in the morning, just as the sun is rising. There is snow on the ground, several inches thick, and slushy - mixing with the mud it has happened beneath it. The sky above is cloud covered, perhaps it will snow later on, but if it does it will be light snow - pretty, despite the destruction that will be happening on the land below.

Battle Terms:
- 3 hits
- 1 dodge
- 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS
- 3 posts each (an intro from one player, two battle posts each, and then one final post from the second player)
- 1000 word maximum

Other Info:
- Those siding with the Helkaer will have the Helkaer "fire brand" painted in mud/earth upon them so you can recognize who they side with.
- All other regular battle rules still apply so be sure to address the battle thread for rules. 
- Please see the main thread for any other info: Click. This includes info on how the groups approached the battle and what not, so be sure you read it over. 

Upon random draw, Zohyd// will be posting first, followed by@techno. 
Good luck!

THANKS ANNECORDELIA

[Zohyd//]

my name is a disturbance

{I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants}

Name- Rousselet
Breed- 1/2 Westphalian x 1/4 Percheron x 1/4 Arabian
Age- Five
Gender- Mare
Height- 18.3hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100/100

The war was here and there was not retreating at this point. Blood would be spilled, lives would be lost and one side will reign victorious. No voices echoed through the lands as the two groups approached each other on the battlefield, both in the formation of a single line. Hoofbeats slopping through the Winter slush was all that was offered for their eardrums as the Sun peaked over the horizon towards the east. A smirk crossed Rousselet’s velvet kissers as she thought about the climate they were going to be battling in. Winter and snow was what the ebon and ivory wench thrived. The frigid temperatures Winter brought were a welcoming feeling to the eighteen point three hand wench. If this war had taken place in the dead of Summer- she might not have offered her services to help fight. The humidity would have made it impossible for her to breathe, and her ebon hue was an attraction for the fiery ball in the sky. Today was warmer than it had been, but the Sun could not relieve the grasp Winter still had over Wild Equines. Inches of the powdered snow covered the desolate field as the Sun attempted to melt it, meaning this would be a muddy battle. This untouched terrain would be a mess by the end of this and Rousselet was ready.

Eighteen point three hand bodice moved with ease over the terrain. Skin taught over her muscular bodice, the evident sign she had been training for months- long before she even signed up to fight for the Helkaer. Rousselet resembled that of a warrior goddess at all times with her figure. Her breeding of Arabian, Percheron and Westphalian mixed perfectly to create a well-oiled, killing machine. She was built like a graceful Warmblood that was covered in slabs of muscle but still carried the ease and grace of an Arabian. Violet orbs with teal flecks peered through her frosted ebon locks, locking upon her chosen opponent. The seventeen hand wench was hardly anything more than average. Emerald orbs, ebon locks and a few, natural ivory markings. The only thing she had that was remotely interesting was the brindle markings that covered her bodice. Rousselet was far more unique; her stature towered seven inches over her opponent- meaning Rousselet would have the longer reach in this fight. Her canvas was painted a rabicano black with bird catcher spots littering it in a haphazard fashion. Ivory lacing ran from withers to dock- looking like a spider had made its web upon her spine. Feminine façade held a badger face marking that represented the appearance of gazelle horns and two hind stockings finished off her natural but unique markings. It was on her haunch that six, painted handprints resided. Their colors alternated between purple and teal as they formed a circle. It was a marking from her past that meant nothing to those on Wild Equines. Then, in mud, a brand had been drawn on her left shoulder to show she was with the Helkaer- but it was one that would be quickly smudged away. This was not a battle of who was more uniquely marked though. Color would not help anyone here, only their ability to fight would.

Rousselet pulls her eighteen point three hand bodice to a halt in front of the seventeen hand shrimp opponent, making it clear that this was who she chose to battle. Others around her began to attack while few still searched for a worthy opponent. Stony features never moved upon her façade as she made eye contact with her opponent. Lets dance, bitch. Her lyrics held no anger, no emotion. In fact, she was actually happy that she was finally no longer sitting dormant within Amdusias Isles. However, she was not one for many words- her talent showed on the battlefield, not in conversation. She knew nothing about her opponent, nor did she care to. Rousselet was confident in herself and her capabilities, she could be fighting the Neutral Queen for all she knew and it would make no difference. She would fight her usual fight and feel her opponent out as she went along. Adjusting her style as she began to pick apart her opponent and the weakness she had in battle. Even the best fighter had weaknesses, and Rousselet would find them. Let the fun and games begin.


ooc;
Words- 730/1000
Posts- 1/3
Attacks- 0/3
Dodges- 0/1
Tag- ➳ T e c h n o ➳
Notes- Intro for you my love <3

Battle Terms;
- 3 hits
- 1 dodge
- 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS
- 3 posts each (an intro from one player, two battle posts each, and then one final post from the second player)
- 1000 word maximum

[➳ T e c h n o ➳]

I know I used that first to justify, but maybe that's not just a lie The day to pay restitution for her actions had come, when dawn had barely broken the horizon. Kalila had spent much of her time training for this day, at least since her return. The world grew still, hanging on every sound and movement in anticipation of what was to come. The snow muted the movements of those surging towards certain harm. All willing to lie down for the same cause, a cause she had forced down the throats of her kingdom. Immeasurable guilt had overwhelmed her, and plunged her mental state into a pit of despair so deep she feared she'd never crawl out. These worries were nothing compared to those that plagued her of what would happen if her beloved kingdom lost. All of this would have been in vain.  Kalila knew she would not stop fighting for her home, to free it from the consequences. She'd lead rebellion after rebellion until they succeeded if that's what it came to. Before her formed a hazy figure, painted in hues of gray peppered with alabaster. Her mane was like smoke, that cascaded from her nape toward the earth below. They stood over her, and carried a confidence that she wished to have. She only had to fight her best, and pray to Utopia that the outcome was in her favor. Her green eyes did not drift from her opponent, she didn't dare allow it. The world slowed around her, and she could feel the voices creeping upon her now. Her voice swam in a distorted manner into the hollow chasms atop her crown. Her porcelain face twitched, annoyed that yet another voice would be added to the collection. It was to add to the swelling cacophony that existed in her head. "And I suppose you'll ask me to lead." Kalila mused with bitter sarcasm dripping from each word. It hung in the air, breaking the silence that surrounded them. The snow began to fall, symbolic of the chaos that was about to erupt from the front lines. All at once the world roared back to life, the sounds of squealing cries and colliding bodies soon drenched the atmosphere. Kalila knew it was now that she should act.  Kalila surged forward, her daggers sliding in the mud as she moved. It cost her some momentum, but she would not halt until she decimated this ash coloured maiden to real ash. Her anger, and hatred flowed freely through her, as though it were her only source of fuel. Make her scream, bleed her dry the elder howled, one of the virulent plagues upon her mind. Each extent of her leg swept her into the embrace of war, into the orbit of her opponent. When she could feel the heat of Rousselet's body she lashed out with her neck. Kalila ran right towards the chest of the mare draped in robes of ash. Her enamels bared to strike a vulnerable area on her neck. Kalila wasted no ounce of force when calculating her next move. She pulled her front legs from the ground, aiming her knees to strike at Rousselet's wind pipe. If she was lucky, she'd have hit the mare in the neck while her teeth latched onto her soft flesh. Drink deeply from the pools of crimson. Bathe in her failure. Divine hissed viciously to  Kalila, who let out a low cackle of pleasure pass her lips. She was reluctant to move from Rousselet's vicinity. Kalila tilted her head downward to protect her own neck as she collided with the earth beneath them, her footing slipping as she did so. There was no doubt that she could be seriously injured here, she was not as healthy as this mare. Her muscles were not chiseled like Rousselet. Kalila did not look as though she'd been carved from the finest marble, and the beauty of her enemy further drove the desire to destroy her. Kalila moved slightly to Rousselet's left to get a better view on her potential attack. She had swung her neck away in the process, since the mare was taller, she'd likely go for the obvious attack of tearing at her crown. A fatal mistake that Kalila could not afford. Blows could be dealt, but she would not recover without her balance. Battle Terms; - 3 hits - 1 dodge - 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS - 3 posts each (an intro from one player, two battle posts each, and then one final post from the second player) - 1000 word maximum Hits: 2/3 Dodges: 0/1 Attacks: Ran directly toward Rousselet, aiming to bite her neck once she got close enough Rearing with the hopes that her bite lands, to strike Rousselet's windpipe with her knees. Zohyd// 712 Thank you ! I"m really glad to get to write with Rousselet omg! Best of luck to you lovely! credit

Name- Kalila
Breed- Paint x Thoroughbred x Appaloosa
Age- Six
Gender- Mare
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Unallianced
Health-
Physical: 90% - Underweight, still recovering from some injuries
Mental - 90% - Auditory Hallucinations caused by her "vampirism", have been getting progressively worse with stress.

[Zohyd//]

my name is a disturbance

{I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants}

Name- Rousselet
Breed- 1/2 Westphalian x 1/4 Percheron x 1/4 Arabian
Age- Five
Gender- Mare
Height- 18.3hh
Alliance- Dark
Health-
- Mental 100%
- Physical 90%
* Open wound on neck, muscle will be sore for about a week while the wound scabs over
* Partially crushed trachea, will suffer shortness of breath and some coughing/wheezing for a few weeks


Bodies around them collided as blood boiling screams filled the air. Rousselet was honed in on her opponent at the moment though- the backgroun noises becoming a dull ringing in her ear drums. And I suppose you’ll ask me to lead. Actually, Rousselet had no qualms about attacking first, she was merely giving her opponent a chance to retreat to the sidelines and let the Helkaer have this battle as a win. As icy droplets fell from the gray clouds that loomed overhead, it became evident that her opponent would not wish to stand down. Fine, have it your way. Rousselet mused silently to herself. She was confident, but not over confident. Everyone fought different and everyone had a ‘button’- meaning a soft spot that could be hit to immediately knock your opponent out. Rousselet had yet to have someone hit her ‘button’ but that did not mean that her smaller, slightly underweight opponent could not find it. She would not treat this fight as if she already had won. Her opponent deserved respect- or else the ebon and ivory wench would lose because entering battle with a mindset that you already won would assure failure. It was a fine line to balance. Respect the game, respect the opponent, believe in yourself and know that the unexpected could happen.

Violet orbs with teal flecks watched as her opponent shifted her weight back, haunch muscles coiling up to spring her forward. It was an obvious sign that she was going to charge. Was that really such a smart idea? Rousselet was built like a brick wall compared to the one in front of her. Nonetheless, she prepared herself. Her own muscles shifted beneath her ebon and ivory pelt as she put her bodice into motion. Daggers sinking into the slush as she mentally tested the traction it would support. Her opponent looked angry, an emotion that Rousselet held in general- but never let it seep over into battle. Anger was not an emotion that belonged in battle as it often caused stupid and brash mistakes. It was no different than yelling things out in anger, it caused things you often regretted later after you had cooled off.

While Rousselet was eighteen point three hands, she was still light on her feet. She would not leave this battle unscathed, as like any good battle- she would have to take a few hits to land some of her own. Question was, who’s would do more damage? As the seventeen hand wench came closer she snaked her boa out, ivories aimed for Rousselet’s muscular nape. Contact was made just below the crest of her neck, ivories digging into her complexus muscle. Pain surged down the length of her boa as the entire muscle tightened in protest from the sudden grasp. Her opponent then popped her front limbs from the ground, knees looking to land with her trachea. Rousselet went to tear her muscular boa away from her opponent- knowing that blood would surface immediately to the wound and sting in this Winter air. The sudden impact to her trachea caused the ebon and ivory wench to cough out loud and fight to find her breath. Vision threatened for a moment at the lack of oxygen.

The seventeen hand opponent landed, slipping on the slushy terrain. This was a time when many others would attack blindly at an opening that was not truly there. Rousselet would have to attempt to throw her own bodice into full motion- meaning she too would likely slip and have an underwhelming attack. See, Rousselet was different in her ways of fighting. Where many tried to use brute force and power hits, she was more methodical. Her specialty was in joint manipulation and it was extremely uncommon. Not something she had seen much of, therefore it was difficult to train for. An unconventional way of fighting that made countering and dodging difficult.


As the seventeen hand wench danced to the left of Rousselet, only then did she put herself into motion. Rousselet aimed to reach out with her right forelimb, hoping to hook her opponent’s left forelimb from the inside. Muscles would then react as she hoped to snap the mare’s limb up and out in such a fashion that would hopefully cause her opponent’s shoulder to pop out of its socket and maybe even have her knee collide with the chin if it was in the path. Equines carried more weight in their fore than rear, if Rousselet could render a limb useless early on then that would be an advantage. Her next move was extremely quick to follow her first. Her own boa arched high out of her withers as blood stained ivories aimed for the crest of her shorter opponent in hopes to get a firm grasp. This was not what her opponent would need to worry about, for she had far worse things planned. If she could successfully grasp onto the crest of her neck then the following movement would happen with such ease and fluid movement- the only way an attack like this could successfully be done. Left limb now reached out, hoping to catch her fetlock just behind her opponent’s fetlock. Right dagger dug deep into the slush as she shifted her weight to hopefully pull her opponent’s leg forward at the same time she would try to push her opponent to their right if she had grasped their nape successfully. It was to be a sweeping motion, something where she hoped her opponent would lose balance and topple over. From there the injuries could be endless. She could get her head and have a concussing, break or bruise ribs, have the wind knocked out of her etc.

During the attempt of this motion Rousselet felt her right forelimb slip a few inches in the slush but nothing she overreacted to. After all, this was her specialty terrain. She knew the ground would be unstable.



ooc;
Words- 991/1000
Posts- 2/3
Attacks- 2/3
* First attack she aims to hook Kalila's left leg and use quickness and force along to pull it in the direction that would cause the shoulder to pop out of it's socket
* Second attack is also known as a sweep in Muay Thai. Hopes to grab onto the top of Kalila's neck and then hook her leg and pull it out from underneath her while pushing her sideways. Basically trying to get her to lose her balance and fall hard. Here is a link of what it looks like on people so you have an idea (Jump to 23 seconds: Open closed distance to lead leg sweep): www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyeC9VGw9So
Dodges- 0/1
Tag- ➳ T e c h n o ➳
Notes- I know her fighting style is unconventional. Hopefully I explained everything clear enough, I struggled to keep it under 1000 words haha

Battle Terms;
- 3 hits
- 1 dodge
- 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS
- 3 posts each (an intro from one player, two battle posts each, and then one final post from the second player)
- 1000 word maximum

[➳ T e c h n o ➳]

I know I used that first to justify, but maybe that's not just a lie The air rushed from her opponent's lungs. It was the most obvious tell that she had landed her hit. Crimson had flooded from the wound on the gray mare's neck, and saturated her tongue. It was just like her battle with Respira, it triggered the voices to howl. They cried and begged for her to do it again, so that the red liquid could flow down her gullet. Kalila had no time to waste fighting them, not while her opponent moved so gracefully across the slippery terrain. She danced, lethal intentions radiated from her very form. Kalila saw her movement, her leg extending to snag the inside of her left leg. It was a foreign approach to her, but the alarm bells were screaming in her head. She lept upward, despite her uneven footing. Rousselet did not manage to hook her leg, Kalila's front half had jumped up and back from the trajectory. It did not prevent Rousselet from grabbing her nape and sweeping her legs out from beneath her. The ground rushed up on her, colliding with her in seconds. Air rushed from her lungs with a loud gasp. This was not the first time she’d been thrown on the ground, during her training she’d been frequently tossed upon the ground. Her neck stung more as the muddy snow seeped into the fresh wound atop her neck. Kalila had a terrible feeling that Rousselet was far more dangerous than she realized. Not that she was being underestimated, but because this style of fighting she’d not encountered before. Kalila wasted enough time on the ground, and rolled over quickly. Being lighter than usual, getting to her feet was not as difficult. She had been gaining muscle in the last few weeks, which added weight but additionally added strength. Her disadvantage was obvious, and so she felt it best to continue to put distance between them. Kalila took note of Rousselet’s position and began to run in the opposite direction. She threw her back legs up hoping to strike her opponent underneath her jaw. That was only going to happen if Rousselet launched another attack with her maw. Something Kalila truly doubted, given her calm and deadly dance up close. Her training told her distance was better. She doubted she was slower than the gray beast. Kalila swung herself back around to face her enemy. If Rousselet was going to land one more hit, she at least wanted to see it coming. Battle Terms; - 3 hits - 1 dodge - 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS - 3 posts each (an intro from one player, two battle posts each, and then one final post from the second player) - 1000 word maximum Hits: 3/3 Posts: 2/3 Dodges: 1/1 Attacks: Ran directly toward Rousselet, aiming to bite her neck once she got close enough Rearing with the hopes that her bite lands, to strike Rousselet's windpipe with her knees. Kicked with her back legs while moving away from Rousselet, hoping to hit her on the bottom of her jaw. Zohyd// 429 Thank you ! I"m really glad to get to write with Rousselet omg! Best of luck to you lovely! credit

Name- Kalila
Breed- Paint x Thoroughbred x Appaloosa
Age- Six
Gender- Mare
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Unallianced
Health-
Physical: 90% - Underweight, still recovering from some injuries
Mental - 90% - Auditory Hallucinations caused by her "vampirism", have been getting progressively worse with stress.

Injuries: Bruising along whole left side from slamming into the ground
3 inch gash along top of nape where Rousselet bit her

[Zohyd//]

my name is a disturbance

{I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants}

Name- Rousselet
Breed- 1/2 Westphalian x 1/4 Percheron x 1/4 Arabian
Age- Five
Gender- Mare
Height- 18.3hh
Alliance- Dark
Health-
- Mental 100%
- Physical 90%
* Open wound on neck, muscle will be sore for about a week while the wound scabs over
* Partially crushed trachea, will suffer shortness of breath and some coughing/wheezing for a few weeks


The seventeen hand foe managed to pop her bodice up into the Winter air, evading Rousselet’s attempt to hook her foreleg. Certainly she hadn’t crossed this same fighting style before, or had she? Was her opponent just natural in not getting herself in sticky situations? It was a silent and mental applaud that only lasted a millisecond. Her underweight, gangly opponent might have some raw talent. How impressive. However, that didn’t matter at this moment. She needed to showcase her talent and follow through with this battle. Hopefully she could get the Helkaer the win they would so desperately need. Blood stained ivories had successfully grasped onto the crest of her opponent and her sweep was fluid and performed perfectly. Grasp released as her seventeen hand foe fell towards the ground. The thud on the frozen tundra certainly didn’t sound good for her opponent. The melting snow that had turned to slush splashed towards her chest. Her ebon and ivory bodice now marked with mud, but she paid no mind to something so small in insignificant. Twin audits were pinned to her skull, tucked neatly in her frosted locks- but still capable of hearing the gasp escape the lungs of the wench on the ground. She didn’t attack her opponent here, it would be too easy. Plus, the femme was already working on getting up and Rousselet would have to lunge to attack. It would be a sloppy and unplanned lunge, meaning more likely than not she would slip in this footing. She knew better, she stayed put.

Her opponent had managed to roll over quickly and spring to her feet; her seventeen hand bodice darted in the opposite direction. Running away so soon? Rousselet mused silently in her mind. The smaller femme was smart in her departure from the mess she was just in. Back hunched and her hind daggers flew out behind her, she was protecting herself as she exited the situation she clearly did not want to be in. Rousselet did not launch herself towards her opponent as she escaped, but she did step through the slush to close the distance. Feminine dial bobbed and weaved as she avoided the kick out of her opponent, luckily she didn’t have as much reach as Rousselet or else it could have been a hit. This was where being the taller opponent came in her favor- she had more reach. She could attack from farther out to strike her opponent, but would be too far for her opponent to strike her. While Rousselet’s foe was smart and quick this was also Rousselet’s element, what she had trained to do all her life. When her pretty little opponent turned around, Rousselet would be there and she would be ready to strike.

Violet orbs with teal flecks watched her opponent move away, counting each stride until the muscles under her canvas changed- telling her that her opponent was now going to turn. It was time for Rousselet to strike. Hind daggers dug deep into the slush, threatening to slide and give way at any moment. Muscles coiled up beneath her ebon and ivory hue as she then exploded forward, striking like a snake. Rousselet was aimed to strike the left of her opponent’s bodice- purposefully going towards the side that had already been dropped on the frozen tundra. Her left forelimb was aimed to land on her opponent’s chest, trying to place carefully in the location that would render the shoulder useless. Right forelimb was merely a side piece, aiming to try and leave a gash along the side of her barrel. Last but not least, her boa snaked out to add to the attack. The endorphins and adrenaline running through her bodice made it so she could not feel the pain of the bite, but deep down she could feel the tightness of the muscle; protesting against the sudden force of movement. Blood stained ivories aimed towards her opponent’s left audit, hoping to tear it from her pretty little face- or at least cause a gash above her eye that would impair her vision with her own blood. Whether or not her attack would land would depend on the quick reflexes of her opponent.




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Words- 703/1000
Posts- 3/3
Attacks- 3/3
* First attack she aims to hook Kalila's left leg and use quickness and force along to pull it in the direction that would cause the shoulder to pop out of it's socket
* Second attack is also known as a sweep in Muay Thai. Hopes to grab onto the top of Kalila's neck and then hook her leg and pull it out from underneath her while pushing her sideways. Basically trying to get her to lose her balance and fall hard. Here is a link of what it looks like on people so you have an idea (Jump to 23 seconds: Open closed distance to lead leg sweep): www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyeC9VGw9So
* Third attack is her springing towards Kalila. Left forelimb aiming to hit the inside of her shoulder, hoping to dislodge it. Right forelimb hoping to cause a gash on her barrel. And hoping to bite her ear off or leave a gash on her face.
Dodges- 1/1
Tag- ➳ T e c h n o ➳
Notes- All done with my replies <3 Thank you for a lovely battle Techno!

Battle Terms;
- 3 hits
- 1 dodge
- 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS
- 3 posts each (an intro from one player, two battle posts each, and then one final post from the second player)
- 1000 word maximum

[➳ T e c h n o ➳]

I know I used that first to justify, but maybe that's not just a lie The larger gray mare did not launch a sloppy attack that would have given Kalila another successful hit. It missed, but Kalila did not see why specifically, onl that she did not feel a sharp pain on her bodice while moving away. Rousselet seemed to keep up with her though, and she felt a certain panic rise and surge in her bay frame. Kalila had not encountered someone like Rousselet before, not since her homeland. Even then the fighting style was different, it was calculated and well planned. Kalila was curious to know more about it truthfully, although she truly hated what this mare defended, and fought for. Kalila saw the gray beast barreling towards her as she turned. Her pace was quick, and focused. Kalila was not startled by this approach. It was one she herself favored, running head first towards her target. Most Equine preferred distance and that was usually a smart thing. Close combat offered a better opportunity for attack. The slate and ivory mare launched herself from Kalila's front, her right dagger seeking to slam into a spot on her frame. Kalila was not allowed to dodge this attack without risk of forfeit, but she could attempt to minimize the damage. The former queen bunched the muscles in her flank and surged forward toward Rousselet as if she were eager for the damage. The sleek, healthy mare's feet collided with her bodice. Her left shoulder seared with a hot pain but did not crumple upon impact. It was sure to leave her limping for an indiscernible amount of time. Her left had already bruised, and so the irritation around her shoulder grew and started to bleed. Rousselet's hooves cut through her skin effortlessly the other dagger slammed and cut into the front of her chest, drawing blood just as it had on her left side. Kalila had managed to tuck her chin to her neck to prevent a blow from striking her there and was greeted by the thick ivories of her opponent. A large gash peeled itself down the front of her face, the blood spilling and staining her ivory face. Kalila's motion ceased and she let out a rush of air. She feared to move, worried about the damage in her shoulder. Kalila had an ill feeling for the outcome of this battle. She'd wanted so badly to win, but this seemed unrealistic. A bitter laugh escaped her porcelain lips as she stared at this mare. "What a strange style of battle you have." She allowed herself to comment on it, while simultaneously trying to hint at just how many she'd personally seen. Battle Terms; - 3 hits - 1 dodge - 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS - 3 posts each (an intro from one player, two battle posts each, and then one final post from the second player) - 1000 word maximum Hits: 3/3 Posts: 3/3 Dodges: 1/1 Attacks: Ran directly toward Rousselet, aiming to bite her neck once she got close enough Rearing with the hopes that her bite lands, to strike Rousselet's windpipe with her knees. Kicked with her back legs while moving away from Rousselet, hoping to hit her on the bottom of her jaw. Zohyd// 439 Gooood luck! credit

Name- Kalila
Breed- Paint x Thoroughbred x Appaloosa
Age- Six
Gender- Mare
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Unallianced
Health-
Physical: 90% - Underweight, still recovering from some injuries
Mental - 85% - Auditory Hallucinations caused by her "vampirism", have been getting progressively worse with stress.

Injuries: Bruising along whole left side from slamming into the ground
3-inch gash along the top of nape where Rousselet bit her
Muscle tearing in her left shoulder will make it seriously hard for her to walk without it burning.

2 1/2 Inch gash along her left shoulder, and at the front of her chest toward the right side

3-inch gash on the front of her face in the middle

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I will tally.
Waiting on judge collection: Yes
Judge 1 Collection: Collected
Judge 2 Collection: Collected
Tally-ing Scores: Yes

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Zohyd with Rousselet

Quality over Quantity: 8.5
Comments:
- Good description and emotion, but grammatical errors and odd phrasing make for a confusing read at times.
- Well written with plenty of descriptions

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 10
Comments:
- None

Realism of Attack: 10
Comments:
- All seemed realistic and well thought out.
- While not realistic in the traditional sense, attacks made sense considering her background and training.
- Took the terrain and her injuries into consideration.

Attack Compared to Opponent: 10
Comments:
- Very unique attacks
- Attacks were well described and easy to follow
- Attacks did more damage
- Attacks seemed more thought out and effective.

Completion of the Form: 10
Comments:
- Form was completed

Spelling and Grammar: 5.5
Comments:
- Many errors
- “The war was here and there was not retreating at this point.” – not should be no
- “Blood would be spilled, lives would be lost and one side will reign victorious.” – comma needed after lost
- “Hoofbeats slopping through the Winter slush was all that was offered for their eardrums as the Sun peaked over the horizon towards the east.” – Hoof beats is two words, “slush was all” should be “slush were all” because hoof beats is plural
- “Winter and snow was what the ebon and ivory wench thrived.” – sentence doesn’t make much sense as is, was should be were
- “If this war had taken place in the dead of Summer- she might not have offered her services to help fight.” – dash should be a comma
- “Rousselet resembled that of a warrior goddess at all times with her figure.” – “that of” not needed
- “Eighteen point three hand bodice” – eighteen-point-three-hand
- “to create a well-oiled, killing machine.” – comma not needed
- “The seventeen hand wench” – seventeen-hand needs a hyphen
- “Emerald orbs, ebon locks and a few, natural ivory markings.” – either take out the comma before natural or add another comma after
- “It was on her haunch that six, painted handprints resided.” – comma between six and painted not needed
- “Rousselet pulls her eighteen point three hand bodice to a halt in front of the seventeen hand shrimp opponent” – pulls should be pulled, hyphen in seventeen-hand
- “Rousselet was confident in herself and her capabilities, she could be fighting the Neutral Queen for all she knew and it would make no difference.” – comma should be a semicolon
- “She would fight her usual fight and feel her opponent out as she went along. Adjusting her style as she began to pick apart her opponent and the weakness she had in battle.” – period should be a comma
- “collided as blood boiling screams” – blood-boiling
- “Rousselet was honed in on her opponent at the moment though- the backgroun noises becoming a dull ringing in her ear drums.” – dash should be a comma, typo in “background”, eardrums is one word
- “it became evident that her opponent would not wish to stand down.” – “did not wish to stand down” or “would not stand down”
- “Everyone fought different” – different should be differently
- “It was no different than yelling things out in anger, it caused things you often regretted later after you had cooled off.” – comma should be a semicolon
- “as like any good battle” – “as with any good battle”
- “Question was, who’s would do more damage?” – who’s should be whose
- “As the seventeen hand wench came closer she snaked her boa out,” – seventeen-hand, comma needed after closer
- “Her opponent then popped her front limbs from the ground, knees looking to land with her trachea.” – object of pronouns switches, “land with her trachea” is awkward phrasing
- “Vision threatened for a moment at the lack of oxygen.” – at should be by
- “The seventeen hand opponent landed,” – seventeen-hand
- “Where many tried to use brute force and power hits,” – power should be powerful
- “As the seventeen hand wench” – seventeen-hand
- “react as she hoped to snap the mare’s limb up and out in such a fashion that would hopefully” – “such” not needed
- “Equines carried more weight in their fore than rear, if Rousselet could render a limb useless early on then that would be an advantage.” – comma should be a semicolon
- “neck then the following movement would happen with such ease and fluid movement” – “such” not needed
- “She could get her head and have a concussing,” – get should be hit, concussing should be concussion
- “During the attempt of this motion Rousselet felt her right forelimb slip a few inches in the slush but nothing she overreacted to.” – comma after motion, awkward phasing - “but it was nothing to overreact to” would be better
- “After all, this was her specialty terrain.” – “this terrain was her specialty”
- “The seventeen hand foe” – seventeen-hand
- “Certainly she hadn’t crossed this same fighting style before, or had she?” – crossed is strange in this context – encountered?
- “Was her opponent just natural in not getting herself in sticky situations?” – “natural in” should be “a natural at”
- “Grasp released as her seventeen hand foe fell towards the ground.” – seventeen-hand
- “Her ebon and ivory bodice now marked with mud,” – should have “was” before “now”
- “but she paid no mind to something so small in insignificant.” – in insignificant should be and insignificant
- “She didn’t attack her opponent here, it would be too easy.” – comma should be semicolon
- “She knew better, she stayed put.” – comma should be semicolon
- “her seventeen hand bodice” – seventeen-hand
- “as she avoided the kick out of her opponent, luckily she didn’t have as much reach as Rousselet or else it could have been a hit.” – “out of” should be “from”, comma should be semicolon
- "Skin taught" - Should be taut
- "Rousselet pulls her eighteen" - every other verb was past tense

Total: 54

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Techno with Kalila

Quality over Quantity: 8.5
Comments:
- “Kalila moved slightly to Rousselet's left to get a better view on her potential attack. She had swung her neck away in the process, since the mare was taller, she'd likely go for the obvious attack of tearing at her crown. A fatal mistake that Kalila could not afford. Blows could be dealt, but she would not recover without her balance. “ – this part is confusing and hard to picture
- Posts had a good amount of description and emotion, but errors in grammar and word choice made them difficult to follow at times.
- Posts seemed well thought out and written.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 9.5
Comments:
- Posts refer to Rousselet by name when it is unclear how Kalila would know this information.

Realism of Attack: 9.5
Comments:
- All seemed realistic and took into account her smaller stature.
- Attacks seemed realistic and considered the effects of the terrain, but would have liked to see more about her injuries’ impact on her movements.

Attack Compared to Opponent: 8
Comments:
- Attacks seemed less thought out and less effective than those of opponent.
- Attacks were clear but minimally described.
- Of the two, Kalila did less damage.

Completion of the Form: 8
Comments:
- Physical health did not change through battle and injuries.
- Health didn’t decrease

Spelling and Grammar: 6
Comments:
- Many errors
- “Her mane was like smoke, that cascaded from her nape toward the earth below.” – comma not needed
- “They stood over her, and carried a confidence that she wished to have.” – switch in pronouns used for Rousselet – the previous sentence used she/her
- “Her green eyes did not drift from her opponent, she didn't dare allow it.” – comma should be a semicolon
- “Her voice swam in a distorted manner into the hollow chasms atop her crown.” – switch in object of the pronouns is confusing, first “her” seems to be talking about Rou while the second one is talking about Kalila?
- “ash coloured” – ash-coloured
- “Her anger, and hatred flowed freely through her” – comma not needed
- “When she could feel the heat of Rousselet's body she lashed out with her neck.” – comma needed after body
- “- “Kalila ran right towards the chest of the mare draped in robes of ash. Her enamels bared to strike a vulnerable area on her neck” – would flow better if the period was a comma”
- “aiming her knees to strike at Rousselet's wind pipe.” – windpipe is one word
- “There was no doubt that she could be seriously injured here, she was not as healthy as this mare.” – comma should be a semicolon
- “Her muscles were not chiseled like Rousselet” – should be Rousselet’s
- “She had swung her neck away in the process, since the mare was taller” – comma should be a semicolon, “had” not needed
- “Crimson had flooded from the wound on the gray mare's neck, and saturated her tongue.” – comma not needed
- “It was just like her battle with Respira, it triggered the voices to howl.” – comma should be semicolon
- “Kalila saw her movement, her leg extending to snag the inside of her left leg.” – switching subject of pronouns
- “She lept upward” – leapt
- “Rousselet did not manage to hook her leg, Kalila's front half had jumped up and back from the trajectory.” – comma should be semicolon
- “This was not the first time she’d been thrown on the ground, during her training she’d been frequently tossed upon the ground.” – comma should be a semicolon, repetition of “the ground”
- “Her neck stung more as the muddy snow seeped into the fresh wound atop her neck.” – repetition of “her neck”
- “but because this style of fighting she’d not encountered before.” – “this was a style…”
- “Kalila wasted enough time on the ground, and rolled over quickly.” – enough doesn’t make sense here. “Kalila wasted little time on the ground…” would be better
- “She threw her back legs up hoping to strike her opponent underneath her jaw.” – comma needed before hoping
- “onl that she did not feel a sharp pain on her bodice while moving away.” – typo in “only”
- “Kalila was curious to know more about it truthfully, although she truly hated what this mare defended, and fought for.” – comma needed before truthfully, comma after defended unnecessary
- “Her pace was quick, and focused.” – comma not needed
- “It was one she herself favored, running head first towards her target.” – comma should be colon
- “Most Equine preferred distance and that was usually a smart thing.” – Equine should be plural and not capitalized, comma needed after distance
- “A large gash peeled itself down the front of her face, the blood spilling and staining her ivory face.” – repetition of face

Total: 49.5

The winner is Zohyd// with Rousselet!

[➳ T e c h n o ➳]

Congrats Zohyd//!

Rousselet has such a unique fighting style

[Zohyd//]

Thanks ➳ T e c h n o ➳ <3 It was a fun battle!
Yeah, try to base more off Muay Thai and Jiu Jitstu since that's what I train. Switch it up for horse fighting style