Posted by Slv. Strandwolf on January 23, 2009, 11:26 am, in reply to "but you're so shocking, you must get enough attention as it is; part ii"
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The day's cascading sunlight had begun to caress my back warmly, as though it were watching over my vicious encounter with the Wolf warrior with interested. The very environment itself seemed absorbed in our precarious sparring match, as everything had gone silent. Deep down, something told me that it was because of Imperium; the sonic boom had literally swept the area clean of all foliage and animals in the process of attacking Kivioq. There was a trace of regret that was fumbled irritatingly in my mind's eye, though my half-face was turned to observe the amber champagne stallion as I noticed his approach. I had, obviously, been in the wait for my opponent to rise like a true warrior should, and continue his valiant efforts. I was amazed, and in awe of this persistent soldier as he came to me, came to fight this bloody battle and finish it. I saw the glint in his eyes as he hobbled slowly towards me; uninjured, I could easily dance away if I knew his intent.
Ignoring the strength of the sun's dehydrating strangle, my caramel dun form shifted minutely as I braced myself for Kivioq's coming. And here he was. Just as he came to a very short pause perpindicular to my left shoulder, my honeyed brown occuli glinted feverishly as I noticed his hind legs steady themselves. The stallion was going to attempt a swift and compact (yet equally as brutal) single handed infirmity upon me. Though I hadn't the mindpowers of my mate Althea (and so could not directly predict just what savage hopes were searing through the champagne horse's mind) there was the common experience of a Silver warrior in my blood, and it was only justifiable that I move away as quickly as possible. Just as Kivioq rose up, I turned my head and neck to the right, stationing my left hind hoof as my centre of gravity as I pivoted on the spot. It was a lacking defense, I knew, but realistically there was no way I could have taken less damage by surging forwards. After all, I was nearly as exhausted as Kivioq, for Imperium's power drained me of much energy.
As I moved, I awaited the impact with a stiffening of my muscles; the moment of contact sent a tendril of pain lancing across the back of my radius and ulna. For as Kivioq brought his foreleg scything down towards my carpus and corresponding metacarpals, I had lifted the leg upwards to avoid those vulnerable regions being split like lightning through the sky. As I pivoted then, with my leg up slightly, it had taken my lower leg away from harm, and instead gave Kivioq my back, upper arm to beat. Of course, as the burning sensation of irritated flesh climbed up to my withers and down to my Carpal joint, I had to stifle a cry of agony. Yet, it was far better than allowing this Wolf warrior to sink his teeth (metaphorically) into my weaker lower legs, for I had felt that pain before and it was exceptionally horrible. Still, as I restricted my movement slightly, I could feel the slight scrape from my flesh, as the thinner areas had much less skin to protect the muscles and bones. A small amount of blood began to drip down my leg, dying my caramel stilts into a crimson shade, here and there.
Quickly but cautiously in the little time I was given, I dropped my left foreleg to the earth, placing a proportionate amount of weight on it occasionally. The affected muscles burned in retaliation to my wishing to use them, but it would definitely not give way beneath me. Still, I would struggle to lope for a while now, until the tendons had recovered from the desecration they'd been subjected to.
It came as little surprise to me when the Wolf took little time to claim the next assault; his maneuver caught me off guard, however, as he attempted to clutch my nape with his blunt teeth. As those jowls approached me, I predictably shied to the right, and away from my opponent; his teeth managed to scrape down from the base of my nape and the front of the withers, but because his maw hadn't gotten around the back of my neck, there was little to grip. The feeling of his teeth sliding heavily down my skin, however, hurt as hellishly as the demon horse himself, and I clenched my teeth as he finished his combo. To do so, Kivioq had sent his one foreleg blindly towards my own, in order to deal further damage to my already, quite aching leg. On the account that Kivioq had his head upon my neck and withers area, he was not giving much attention to where his flailing forehoof was going to land, probably hoping by chance that my left leg will come into contact. But because the champagne stallion did not grab a good hold on my hairline (although he did leave a painful bruise around there), I had more area to move, and so as his hoof came forwards, I simply placed more wait upon my other three legs and lifted my left fore as well as I could. As I did so, the already injured muscles that had to be flexed at the back of my radius to avoid Kivioq's attack complained. The pain that greeted me allwoed me to lift my leg only a little bit from the ground, but it was high enough that the area Kivioq landed his merciless attack was upon my lower metacarpal. Though the metacarpal itself was generally fairly weak and open to attack, the base of the metacarpal, where it attaches to the long pastern joint, it is stronger.
There was little chance I would be able to use my leg well for a while now, but as my half face cried out from the blow, I couldn't help but feel excited. As I clenched my teeth and turned away from the vengeful Wolf, I hobbled agonizingly slowly towards my desert, with a smile upon my features. No matter how strained it was.
After all, that was easily the most fun fight I'd ever had. And baraqel's was going to be even better.
LIGHTNING III
Alphamagnetism
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SILVER GLADIATOR
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