Mock Battles
Beside the Challenge grounds is a smaller area designated for mocks. Battle is a way of life in the land of Beqanna, and one must be in top shape to succeed over their foes. This land is a land of practice, where knowledge and skill is gained and wounds are healed immediately after by a watchful battle fairy.
i am not your hero post one
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Posted on June 25, 2009 at 03:08:52 PM by KATANA
Katana had been waiting for something like this for a very long time, she was born for war. There was no doubt about that fact when looking at her, fighting was in her blood. The dark warrior was indeed a hybrid, a mix of more breeds than she cared to remember, there was a lot of Andalusian, some Arabian, some Quarter Horse, some Mustang, all of it blended together to create a 15 hh lean muscled warrior with dark ,searching eyes. Deep scars marked her black hide, telling of past battles and the fact that The Storm had not left her untouched. Not only had her body been scarred, but her mind as well. Always a dark creature who kept to herself, the loss of the only place she had ever loved had left her even more secretive and strange. As for age, the 12 years in which she had possessed magic had frozen her aging at the day in which she had received the throne. With the loss of the throne, and its magic, the dark mare would age normally once more, but she was far older than her appearance suggested.
Bheith was not unknown to the dark warrior; if her memory served then the mare had served as the Chamber’s Queen shortly before her own ruling of the Dale. Knowledge changed nothing, when Katana fights she fights for keeps, no holding back, mock battles always healed wounds in any case. The only way her strange insanity could be soothed was if she fought for real. The insanity was rejoicing now, singing its ecstasy in her mind as she approached her opponent, the other mare’s nod signaling the start. Now for the fun.
Katana watched Bheith carefully, shifting herself, easing into the beautiful dance that was battle. As Bheith made her move to dart under Katana’s chin, the black warrior reared, a natural response to one coming so close to her as to nearly be underneath her. Bheith’s kick missed its intended target, and instead caught the strange warrior a stinging blow on her upper foreleg, near where it met the shoulder. Since Bheith had not thrown her body weight into the blow, the injury was not as bad as it could have been, but pain still lanced through the leg as the dark mare returned to the ground. It would certainly bruise, but for now it smarted nicely, egging her on with the whispers of her dark insanity. Bheith was moving again, and so the dark mare had no time to worry about her own injury.
The other warrior’s attack would be powerful, but it would also take time. Since Bheith was already appearing as though she was going to ram Katana, there was no way that the black mare would remain still. She was moving forward as Bheith was moving towards her, and when the mare began her spin, Katana gathered her own weight onto her hindquarters and bolted forwards. She had moved quickly, but not quite quickly enough, Bheith’s kick grazed across her muscular hindquarters. Now her foreleg and her hindleg were stinging in an extremely annoying way, but that was okay. It was all okay, because now it was Katana’s turn to play.
There was something deeply satisfying about moving into the offensive position. Katana had struggled for years to try and fit into a society that was far too social and very strange to her, she had played by their rules for years. However, she had always played their game with the knowledge that there was one game whose rules she knew, and this was her game. The dark mare began to move, reminded always of her injuries, but they were distant memories for now, Bheith and her movements was all that Katana could see.
When she decided her course of action, Katana moved quickly. Hesitation meant increased reaction time, and that was one thing she was not willing to yield. She moved towards Bheith, moving to come up alongside her, almost paralleling her. As she moved at the mare’s side she came even with her, shoulder to shoulder, then with a powerful stride she changed. Katana had been running at the mare’s right side, putting her own less injured side closer to her opponent. With her stride, she angled away, and as her hindlegs moved to collect back under her for another stride, the dark mare instead threw that momentum into a kick. With this setup, her fore half angled away, her hindlegs were in a prime position to strike at Bheith. Her aim was for the place where Bheith’s hindleg joined her barrel. This sensitive area was key in moving the hindleg and turning, since a turn would pull on that area, making an injury there very painful. It would also impair kicking, a kick would also stretch the region, causing further pain. But her opponent need not remain still for this, and she likely wouldn’t. If Bheith decided to lunge forward, then Katana’s kick would likely damage her hindquarters and the powerful muscles there. If she swerved away from Katana, it was also the hindquarters that would take the brunt of the attack. If she decided to try and swerve towards Katana, it was likely that her ribcage would be left vulnerable to the powerful kick. Ribcages are tricky things, with every breath they expand and contract, and an injury to them causes some serious breathing issues as well as the potential that a broken rib would puncture the lung, upsetting the delicate pressure differences that allow breathing to occur. A one-lunged warrior is not much of a warrior at all. Rearing would only place Bheith’s weight on the very region Katana was attacking, and bucking would just put the mare’s ribcage or hindlegs, depending on her movements, in danger.
Her first attack landed, her foreleg screaming at her for placing her weight on it, and the damage done to her hind leg pushing obnoxiously against her thoughts, she moved on. Katana was already headed away from Bheith, so she continued those movements to loop back around in something like a circle. She moved behind Bheith, maintaining enough distance in an attempt to avoid a kick from her opponent as she moved around her. Now she was coming up on Bheith’s other side, her left side, headed towards the mare’s own head. Perhaps she was just making a pass, or maybe she would try what she had done before, only this time to the left side. No such luck, instead of angling out as she came even, the dark mare angled in slightly as she approached Bheith’s shoulder. Katana’s insanity goaded her onwards, reveling in the thrill of the delicious pain that seared through her wounded legs as she moved. Her momentum this time was thrown into a rear, and her wounded hind leg was not overly fond of that idea, so her weight was quickly thrown into the attack at hand. Katana’s aim was for many places, really. She was hoping to hit the mare’s neck or head. An injury to the neck would impair movement of the forelegs, and (obviously) the neck muscles. If Katana struck the mare’s head, there would of course be the joyous aftermath that always came with a good knock to the head, confusion and potentially broken bones. Broken facial bones would be excruciating, and might put an end to their fun. Her weight was behind the strike, so it would be no love tap if the mare’s hooves hit. If Bheith pulled away from Katana, as would be only natural when something comes flying at your face, then Katana’s attack would likely strike her neck and the mare’s shoulder. If she lunged forward, then her spine would be at the mercy of the dark warrior’s hooves. Spines are very important, carrying impulses through the body. If Katana caused a back injury, even if the spine itself was unharmed, the swelling that always accompanies injuries could press on the spine, making Bheith’s reaction time sluggish. If the mare reared to meet Katana in the air, another natural reaction, then Katana’s hooves would likely scrape all down the mare’s neck and shoulder, even potentially damaging the upper forelegs, the more injures the merrier!
Attack landed, Katana moved away, dark eyes ever watchful. The previously intense sting in her legs had been replaced now by a dull steady ache that reminded her why she was here. This was the only place Katana had ever really belonged.
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