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.
let me see you stripped down to the bone, Tequilla Mist
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Posted on October 18, 2010 at 02:37:15 PM by FELTON
These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph
die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.
He hadn’t realized how thick the air in the Village was until he descended into the lowlands. Despite the fact that the volcanoes that give his home their name have been dormant for centuries, the air still has an ashy taste to it and that, combined with the altitude, seems to have toughened his lungs even more than living in the desert had. It’s something he’s grateful for, this environmental preparation, and though the edge it gives him may only be mental, he is no less thankful for it. The tobiano stallion stands opposite his black and white opponent, and though she doesn’t find it nessasry to size him up, Felton is not one to throw away such an opportunity. She has a thicker build than him, that’s true, but the young male is no feather-boned Arabian himself. He’s the result of a motley crew of mixed breeds with his long legs, thick bones, broad chest and powerful hindquarters. The tricolored stallion has none of his mother’s delicateness to him at all, though he hopes that he has her skill on the battle field. Tequilla Mist begins to run towards him and Felton prepares himself. Perhaps she expected him to stand still as she ran him down, but he’s no frightenend rabbit. She charges and he dances slightly to the side, light on his feet, though not moving far enough to throw off her attack. She does’nt strike out with her hooves or teeth as she passes, and while Felton would be more than happy to believe that she’s using her charge as a bluff, he’s not stupid. She’s either going to run past pointlessly or kick out at him with her hind legs, and so Felton prepares for the second. Runing parallel to him as she is, Tequilla Mist will have had to throw her hind end sideways, a precarious and challenging move for a horse that’s running at a canter. As she kicks out, Felton swings the front half of his body up and towards her. He’s not quick enough to avoid a rough blow from the side of her hoof on the underside of his jaw, but it only cuts a shallow gash – there is little muscle there to bruise – and forces him to turn his head. It does not however, throw off his attack in the slightest, with the exception of adding some tooth to the nail. As she kicks over and out, Felton turns on his hind legs, shoving the entire mass of his body at the back end of her barrel. While the impact itself would most likely break some of her last ribs, that is not his intent. He wants to unbalance her – something that is almost sure to happen – and get her to the ground where it will be more than easy to trample her. There’s a chance that Tequilla Mist can avoid being hit entirely, but it might take magical powers. After all, unless she can tiptoe out of the way on her front hooves with her hind end in the air, she can’t dodge the blow.
F E L T O N
bay tobiano son of von and ryann |
Hmm. Since you only had one attack in your first post, let’s just follow that format to be fair :P
One attack, one dodge per post? That’s what i did. Lol.
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