Posted by .AHRIMAN. on November 12, 2008, 12:05 am, in reply to "Your Own Personal Jesus; AHRIMAN" Fear not death; for the sooner we die, the longer we are immortal . A H R I M A N .
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Alas, Ahriman did not answer the call of his foe, but merely caught his flaming-hued body in the distance, perhaps seeing him further than most would allow due to his bright and similar colouring to his own in the maelstroms of snow; it was not the only match that would be even against them, for their similarities spawned greater than the pointless reference of their color. Snaking his way through the ever pressing snow and ice which drove against his facade and body, he had come face to face with Armand, giving him nothing more than a slight inclination of his skull as acknowledgement to their agreement, to their bet. And honour such a word, Ahriman would. Alas, as the ears of his foe laced back against his skull, the throws of war would begin, and their tango would be one of unorthodox paramount - for as Armand had lurched forward with the aim of such weight being thrown upon his forehand, he should pray to whatever pitiful God he vowed his faith too that he should not miss and land flat on his face amidst the slick and ice. It was a bold, daring move, one that would pay great dividends if hit correctly - but woe and alas, Ahriman was no fool to war and battle, no fool to the never-ending quest of cruelty and punishment.
Hopping to the right ever so slightly broke the distance between them scarcely, but enough to slightly divert the impending shoulder of Armand against his own - thus, instead of a direct shoulder to shoulder hit where both equines would find their equilibrium severely compromised. However, there was still contact between the two stallion's, and Ahriman braced for such a motion; for the hop would not have taken too long, and before his fore's were neither over-exuberant or far from the ground in their movement, he surely would have them planted against snow and ice to lean in against his foe as Armand's shoulder hit and ran along his rib cage. The blow was neither hard enough nor powerful enough to break or maim his own ribs; a slight concussing effect was, however, present and a bruise would quickly form. Alas, the uncomforting feeling of a bruised rib was far from his mind as the teeth of his adversary sought their bounty upon his back - there was little he could do to change such an effect, but the meat and muscle laid out across his back, loins and hindquarters were already tense from him leaning back against his sparring partner, and to grab hold of mouthfuls of muscle would be impossible. To pinch the skin however, wasn't so impossible, but it wasn't lethal either. A nick, a bruise, some hair removed and even some surface bleeding which would quickly knit in the below freezing conditions would do little to hinder the mighty Ahriman in his quest for his Bronze.
But you see dear Armand, you have opened the door for retaliation, for vengeance to be brought upon your soul for the motions you have unleashed - for as both stallion's tangoed against one another, and as your teeth sought their worthless prize against his back, Ahriman had unleased and unsheathed his own scabrous teeth. Snaking his head around to the left with ears pinned against the sodden tendrils of his mane with jaws so grotesquely agape, he had sought the flesh of Armand's flank and stifle. For the stifle and flank, compared to the meaty and taut muscles of Ahriman's back, were soft and fleshy - to grab hold of the flesh at his flank which stretched and moulded the flank as his stifle and entire hind leg moved, would surely cause great injury and pain. Perhaps he could tear the skin, it was possible in such a delicate area, for although the equine's teeth were flat and not meant to tear and maim the skin and muscle, they could still cause minimal cuts, scrapes, and the removal of hair; they could also pinch and bruise the surrounding area. It was almost a sentiment, a lesson for the young Armand to learn where and when he should use his teeth against the equine body - the back was not the most lethal of moves, and would cause Ahriman no more than a tingling, burning sensation along his loin where the skin had being tufted away and bruised. At the flank however... oh, how it was such a different, bitterly painful story.
Thus, in some form of luck and the natural motion of the dun as he moved to unleash his assault against Armand's flank, his left hind leg was in motion to allow his body to snake around as his right fore moved in the same succession - picture, a slow, deliberate jogging motion as he leant back against the chestnut to steady his balance from the first assault. Hence, Armand's hoof slapped against his pastern (if he was aiming for below the hock, with his leg in motion it would change to his pastern) and caused a great sense of pain ricocheting up his hind leg. Thankfully the leg was airborne and not grounded, thus allowing some of the hit to be taken in the natural movement of his leg instead of no "give" being available should it have being on the ground bearing his weight. As both equine's moved off, Ahriman physically limped on his left hind, skipping it along for two short, chopping strides - but he did not cower off in pain, oh no, for as Armand moved past him, Ahriman took full advantage of the situation. For within those two short, choppy strides where his hind leg argued with him in pain, he had swung his hindquarters to the left, slightly off-set to Armand's disappearing body. Within those two strides, the chestnut's hindquarters were now off to a forty-five degree angle and the apricot dun lowered his majestic countenance and rounded his back. With a grunt and pulsing pain from his pastern, he kicked up both heels and unleashed a flailing assault of scabrous hooves towards the back of Armand's hock.
The power would be lessened slightly due to the factor his back tingling from the scraping marks of Armand's teeth and the bruise against his ribs, but the reason he had kicked both hind legs was to relieve the pressure of bearing weight on his injured hind while lashing out with his uninjured leg. He didn't kick or aim high because of the slippery conditions, but even so, as his legs folded back after their sought their prize, he slipped with his right hind as he attempted to land on it first and not with his injured leg. The slip wasn't fatal, nor did it send his entire body crashing down into the snow and ice, but it did cause his left hind to ache and argue as it was forced to bear more weight than desired to bring his equilibrium back into balance. He was out of reach however, and also, Armand was out of time to unleash anymore attacks upon the dun, so the slip and waste of those few vital seconds meant little - as he brought himself to a halt and slowly turned back to face his adversary, he knew the time would quickly come for judgement, and there he waited with steam folding against his muzzle with every breath, and rising from his body in a testament of power and strength, of grit and determination. And the question lingered, to what would Armand now be to Ahriman: - a student, or his captor.
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