Posted by slv. ZAKR on November 19, 2008, 5:53 pm
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Zakr simply detested the smell of an Air horse, especially in Blitzkrieg, where every advantage could mean the win or loss of a battle.
And losing, my friends, was simply not an option.
A quick rundown of the situation, flying through Zakr’s mind in a moment, went like this: Saphira was almost a hand taller than him, thicker, and more agile. He was faster, just barely significantly, and the two had nearly equal power (with the bar swinging more towards Saphira’s side than his). The weather sucked, if he turned his face in a certain direction his eyeballs felt like they were going to be shredded to bits by the ice in the wind, but at least he wouldn’t have to waste energy solidifying the ground. That, and Saphira had recently, through what Zakr suspected were devious means, obtained the use of his elemental weakness. Making this an altogether unamusing battle for the earth horse.
He was cantering effortlessly when he saw his opponent, his muscles loosened up and warm so he reduced the likeliness of tearing a muscle and handicapping himself before the battle even began. And because Zakr really enjoyed being able to attack first, before he had obtained any injuries, he cantered towards Saphira, heading in the opposite direction she was heading and aiming for her right shoulder. Perhaps his intentions were a bit obvious, but ambiguity was never his style; and despite his lean appearance Zakr, adult male thoroughbred that he was, displayed an impressive sight as he powered down the track towards his opponent. He was moving quickly and had the advantage of speed, and was confident that wherever Saphira turned, he could easily follow. When he was an opportune distance from the Siren (which basically meant a few feet away) Zakr reared skywards, baring his hooves like pistons as he drove them down her right foreleg.
The wind cut into his skin but the ground was fast and Zakr used this advantage to rear and aim high, hoping his hooves would smash into the point where Saphira’s shoulder met her leg and drag downwards as the force of his strength, weight, and considerable momentum all aided in causing as much damage as possible. Her air sickened Zakr, however; he removed himself as soon as he could, barely able to keep himself close to her nauseating body. Using combo, because he could, Zakr forced himself to rise again, this time half as high, to attack the perhaps retreating target of her leg. He turned after completing his rears-o’-destruction, and was parallel with the Siren. If she was moving, he was moving (although let’s just say that if his attack had gone according to plan, forward motion would be a very difficult concept for the triple-element horse).
Zakr moved at whatever speed the Siren chose to travel, however before they could take more than a few strides (if she had even decided to move at all) Zakr leapt to the left in a powerful flying buck, his hind legs rocketing backwards to attack anywhere he could reach; her ribcage, right shoulder, and hindquarters were all potential targets as he put all of his weight and power into the buck. It was a good attack for Zakr because he was able to execute it while remaining a good distance away from her insufferable air. If Saphira had chosen to be moving after his first attack, Zakr was have momentum and power built up from his own strides to lend power to the buck. If Saphira had chosen to remain stationary, she would have an awfully difficult time directing herself away from the buck and stand little chance escaping any of the force of his attack.
Zakr could grin as his hind hooves found purchase on the ground again, and he turned to face his retribution.
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