Posted by MAB; in silver on November 17, 2008, 8:40 pm, in reply to "Sure have. Too bad you wont live to see it. [II]"
Message modified by administrator Judglet3 November 17, 2008, 9:00 pm
The world had gone from bad to worse as Saphira’s air kindled and ignited the vicious flames Mab so desperately needed to survive, and the two remained locked in a never ending tango of neutrality with lightning the only difference between the two beasts. No longer did Mab cower in the darkness of her own voracious soul, no longer did she simper and hiss as if SHE had been burnt for superiority came to none save the savage heart of the indomitable grulla mare as she squared off, without fear, against the gold haloed pinto. There was no limit to either creature as they moved with ease and grace, but Saphira pushed the envelope in a canter, were as Mab had barely moved at all save to walk two strides or so forward and away from the paint horse’s shoulder at a forty-five or so degree angle, to come about to attack Mab’s foreleg, Saphira would have to pivot and dive forward but half stride, MAYBE one full stride due to the difference in stride lengths between a walk and a canter and their lack of major height differential. Then she would somehow have to not collide with the grulla’s backside as she pounced for the back of Mab’s ever moving forelimb all within the span of a few spare seconds as Mab had attacked, moved off maybe two total strides, and began to attack again. A horse’s foreleg does not jut out to the side of him, in fact from the behind and side the leg is almost protected by the round sprung cage of ribs and the plush muscle of the shoulder as it stands underneath and towards the center of the animal‘s chest. In motion, the flexing region of the knee would be nearly impossible to capture, even with the aid of limb length. It seems evolution and anatomy would be on the fire mare’s side as she bristles and Saphira strikes with injured limbs in an odd pouncing motion towards the much thicker bones and joints of the stygian grulla fiend. Regardless, due to the aforementioned, the paint’s shoulder collided soundly with Mab’s ribs as the fiend caught the quick flurry of motion via the corner of her eye as she prepared to kick out in her rapid succession from when she moved off away after her first attack. How Saphira could move so quickly was beyond the dappled fiend as she savages a squeal and twists away from the mare, planting her flaming hind feet and lifting her fore but five or so inches in the melted snow and ice to half shy and half twist her forehand away from the paint. With her tail snapping as the collision rail roads the her to land away from the paint who’s jagged right fore-talon (assuming due to Mab having attacked Saphira’s left and therefore her right side being closest to the mare) scraped off the outside of Mab’s airborne knee, ripping skin and brushing off the side of the bone to send a heavy throb up and down the mare’s limb, but the bulk of the injury and power had been greatly deflected and given the fact Mab was in motion, Mab’s weight was not on the knee as she sought to keep balance and was moving in the general direction away from the collision of shoulder to rib cage. Out of the two, the fire mare’s ribs ached the deepest, her wind having been knocked from her and a bruise soon forming, with her only saving grace being the odd twisted angle by which she’d been side swiped by the paint and her ability to have somewhere to go away from the force of the hit. Her leg would bleed, but there would be no lasting damage beyond perhaps heavy swelling that would bloom in the hours after the battle, no double power to be dealt thanks to the food chain of the elements neutralizing them both towards one another. It truly was a dog eat dog world, and by sheer luck and sheer instinct, Mab had been spared a mangled knee or burst tendons.
Regardless, Mab was quick to kick out in her designated original second attack, her weight being rested somewhat on the cut leg indeed, but balance was far from an issue compared to the tense pulling sensation of sinew and skin shifting across her ribs as she struck out and soundly collided with Saphira’s lower forearm in a straight kick behind. There was no mistaking this booting as a cowkick, no awkward lifting forward, swinging to the side, then back to attempt to connect with a horse that should have been directly behind her if it wasn’t for Saphira’s blinding speed. The kick, still, was the classic up and back arcing motion, timeless and savage in it’s power and it’s intensity and it had proven worthy of note. Regardless the ball was in Saphira’s court and at long last it seems that Saphira thinks Mab stupid in the ways of war regardless of her coveted silver title. Saphire falls to Mab’s haunch, and Mab continues to move forward when at last Saphire explodes again to strike out with her doubly injured left foreleg at the always flexing and recoiling region of Mab’s right hock. As if startled by the sudden movement, the injured grulla’s body lept to the side and buried her weight into her fore hooves (which instantly melted the snow and ice to allow her to better adhere to the ground beneath), in a counter attack, her hind end twisting mid-air but a fraction of a few degrees to send both of her flame hot hind hooves whistling towards Saphira’s body. The strain screaming along her rib cage, pain splintering through her swelling knee, but with a grunt the grulla aim’s to connect with Saphira’s body from mid-neck on down through the already mostly decimated foreleg to render the gold-kissed horse worthless. However, this was not to say the grulla came away unscathed, it was as her legs dropped from their onslaught that Saphira’s hoof connected with the inside of the grulla’s left hind leg just beneath the hock as it ripped across the fire horse’s chestnut to open a bleeding gash four inches long by two and a half inches wide that immediately lamed the creature, but due to forward motion and positioning, Saphira would collide chest to haunches and force Mab onto her forehand and gimping forward and slipping in the cold slop, struggling to keep her balance as she tossed her head with a savage cry. But as Mab managed to remain upright, the fight was over, and twisting and limping to be free of the wreckage, Mab moved away to snake her head around and seethe at the painted horse with flattened ears and hell rising within her eyes. The battle was over, and now they waited to lick their wounds while the elementals decided their fates.
FIRE III+ - Viper - Silver Warrior
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