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.
The Jungle flirt
IP: 71.48.179.100
Posted on September 15, 2011 at 02:41:04 AM by Aceline
I check my injuries to see the extent of the damage and to find what I can use to attack. My neck was cramping but since horses hooves are so dull there is only muscle damage, and no gushing of blood. The shoulder was also slightly bruised and soon would be rendered useless to me thankful once again that blood was not spilled, The rib was tender forcing me to remain quite while she circled me. Having put most of my weight and strength into my left leg when I had attacked her hip I was surprised to find that my right one had struck so true as to cause more than an annoying scrape to my opponent’s rib cage. I felt a strange sensation of liquid spurting under my left hoof has it made contact with my sister’s body. The pain I felt over harming her overwhelmed me for a moment, preventing me from noticing exactly where I had injured her. The circling started once more, she had to be growing tired no one could keep that up for to much longer especially in battle, the sound of hooves are uneven, and slowing as if two legs were hurt, the woman had to be cantering clock wise her rib would have prevented her from going the opposite direction. 1..2...3..4, the fourth beat sounded a little heavier than the rest, meaning the third leg was in more pain, if this was true then, she could safely assume that that the mare was circling this way for the soul purpose of protecting her right side, and also that she would be leading on the outside leg. How could I use this information to my advantage? Well with both front legs in pain a kick with the hind legs would be out of the question, and that the front legs would do almost nothing, not only that but the fact that the mares shoulder hasn’t started to bother her yet shocks me. Mine had already started, so instead of following the mare with my eyes I use my hearing to create the picture. Facing the full fledge wonder of the moon, I don’t truly notice the mare coming at my right side until I hear a pause, the form pops up a little striking her legs out startled my hips swing away from her lashing hooves letting the first rib take an annoying scratch, there is really no serious damage done no cracked ribs, no muscle issues, simply a small bruise that would heal in a week or so, as my left foreleg carries me away from her a small chunk of hair is ripped out of my plentiful mane, annoying, really annoying. I start galloping counter clock wise, taking every ounce of weight of my right side as I possibly could, my chin was still tucked neatly against the left side of my neck allowing me to see her as I circled not once around in an attempt to salvage strength, I took the chance that her front legs would be unable to do much movement and take little weight, with the moon behind the red and white horse I turned in brushed past her so that when I turned a 30 degree angle to the right I pushed off letting my hind legs fly targeting the area of her hip, a large area were not a lot of accuracy was required, even if all it did was throw her off balance I did a typical move for a horse used to shifting weight as to throw themselves in another direction coming to her other side forming an easy 30 degree angle again and thrash my hide legs once more, this time my shoulder caves as my hooves touch the padded ground once more, puffing I limp over to offer an awkward bow, and state my name, “ I am Aceline of the jungle, thank you for the honor of doing battle with you.” My statement is absolute I have finished there is no giving in on my part simply a knowledge that neither of us could survive another round. Limping and wheezing I make my way back to the land I so dearly love thinking over what I should have done differently and what I could improve at. It takes me twice as long as normal to arrive at the borders, but when I do get there my heart swells with pride reminding me as to why I left in the first place. With a warm smile on my face I watch the sun rise before taking a swim to remove the dirt, sweat, blood, and most of all the disgusting scent of anything that wasn’t home.
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