Posted by bronze .AHRIMAN. on November 22, 2008, 9:38 pm, in reply to "... are you sure it's only for shiny things?"
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She claimed death, and she claimed the bitter hands of the dead had long but taken her within their grasp - but even with this so-called death lingering within her gaze and littered upon her body, she would still feel the agonising touch of Ahriman upon her skin, electrified or not. For even as his teeth grasped and pulled with the feeling of flesh beneath them, the shock which ran through his teeth and along his jaw, only brought a viciousness with it; it was an instinct, a reaction, for as the pulse of Lightning ran its electrifying fingers along the muscles in his jaw, they spasmed and clamped shut with a force momentarily beyond his own comphrention before pulling free. For when a shock filters through the muscles, all control is lost for that split second, as Ahriman and Ilumina quickly found true. Not to mention the ever slight height difference between the two, for rearing into his scabrous teeth would only mean she would push more flesh into the bite, opening up to more bruising in the aftermath of such a movement - sure, the concussion against his teeth would ricochet along his neck and wrench it slightly, but it would be nothing against the muscles being compressed in the mare's neck due to her movement and the cold, bringing blood vessels closer to the skin to keep the skin warm; alas, tight muscles were more prone to tear and rupture.
But moments before his own scabrous hoof hit and connected with bone, Ilumina's own hoof had flung out in her counter as she was twisting away - with such differed movements, and Ahriman's own foreleg in motion with the intent to hit against her own foreleg, the mare had somehow managed to twist, strike out in an attempt to hit his leg, and then retreat as Ahriman's own hoof connected with her cannon bone. Alas, the edge of her hoof, chipped and peeled no doubt from years of running free without the aid of a farrier to keep the wall perfectly manicured, would hit, slice and run along the side of the stallion's fetlock - an open wound would be the result, along with surface bleeding which would ooze and dribble down his pastern and hoof, causing pain and discomfort, but nothing like bone bruising. Thus, as both mare and stallion moulded and clashed together in an awkward dance, the bronze warrior landed and skipped lame on his foreleg for that first stride, evening out the shortness of stride as he had come to turn and unleash his last assault against the mare's ribs with a vigour and vengeance like none other. The vibration caused by the weight bearing down upon the cut and bleeding fetlock was nothing more than a bitter reminder of what war revolved around, of what it meant, what it caused and how it marked you and shaped your life.
Alas, as hoof hit and struck heavily upon the mare's ribs, it would still take her time to limp (as she mentioned), then turn and catch up to the stallion as he collected his equilibrium to strike off away from her - woe and alas, it would have taken even longer with cracked/fractured ribs. However, for shits and giggles, let's say the mare caught up to Ahriman in record timing, she would be foolish to think she would merely slide up behind him and snap at his heels with her own hooves before unleashing her own final assault. For you see, Ahriman did not allow himself to be chased like some prey fleeing for their life across the rocky outcrop, but merely threw up his head with ears pinned against flailing tendrils, driving his forelegs out in front of himself to catch his own weight and sliding his hocks and hindquarters underneath himself - picture reining horse sliding to a stop, and picture the silver warrior, forward in her own motion, slamming into the heavily coiled hindquarter of the stallion. He would, however, not come away without injury - for as he slide, her hooves which struck out at his hocks, would only but catch the upper Os calcis of the joint, barely hitting the bone itself but catching enough to tuff the skin and cause bruising where the strike had landed. And in her combo, her teeth would no longer find their purchase against his dock, but would cut and snip along the croup of his hindquarter. There would be nothing more than surface bruising along the croup, perhaps even surface bleeding - matched with the lessened throb of his hock (lessened that is, compared to the full blown hit that was intended), the other injury Ahriman had suffered in that bold, and somewhat unusual move, was the strain on his back as the mare collided with him - but knowing full well, the end of the battle that was no upon them, it was a worth while venture to lessen the damage the Silver could inflict.
Bucking beneath her weight, but not striking out in an attack, the stallion would rise his hindquarters against the mare to loosen her weight against him to get away - the shortness in his near hind was obvious as he found his footing once again and turned back to the mare - even his fore, with the cut already beginning to knit and the bleeding slowing, caused his stride to be lessened to a degree. His back throbbed, but still he stood proud and his head dipped ever so slightly. It was the end, for this one battle, but the beginning of a trek which would unfold, hopefully, with the stallion soon obtaining his silver title.
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Fire I. | Ni'Srilan | Bronze Warrior
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