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.
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Posted on April 29, 2011 at 11:46:39 PM by Snake.
I didn't realize that Wishing Glass was a mythic. =S Can I please ask that no mythical powers be used in this match, to make it a little more fair? xD And sorry if I do something wrong! Like I said, it's been a longgg time.
Snake
Black Anglo-Arabian hybrid. 16 hh.
Snake was not a fighter, but Texas had requested that he learn some battle skills in order to serve the Tundra better. He prefered to battle with words, but Snake figured that perhaps a fight or two might be a healthy outlet. After all, he didn't like the company of females much, so how else would he get his high?
Snake wasted no time when he stepped onto the battlefield with the draft mare. Her size did not daunt him, especially not with that gender. Snake raced towards the mare quickly, to give the mare little time to prepare herself, brace herself, or really search him for any fault. Catching her off guard was his plan.
As he neared the mare, he stopped quickly, digging his hindhooves into the ground to bring him to a halt. He snapped out at her face, missing on purpose, knowing full well that most would flinch and recoil at an attack on their eyes.
As he snapped out at her, the stallion collected on his hindquarters, rearing up just enough to strike out at her right shoulder and neck area with his hooves. In the area (and the most likely victim to Snake's attack) was a large muscle extending from her jowls to the end of her sternum, and if injured could limit the movement in her head and neck. Even if she managed to avoid that injury by moving backward, Snake could also injure her throat, crushing her windpipe; or he could injure her shoulder or leg, perhaps removing it from battle altogether if she decided to rear up and meet him.
After striking out, he whipped around on his hindquarters and quickly galloped out of her range (looking over his shoulder all the while), turning around to face her again once out of attack range.
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