Posted by Slv. Voraer on February 15, 2009, 4:38 pm, in reply to "that that that don't kill me only makes me stronger [defense]" The pain only pissed Voraer off even more. His fire ravaged wildly through his innards, flaming teeth spurring the viper forward, wanting desperately to decimate her unscarred pretty chocolate hide. Voraer would happily oblige. He moved forward at once, now with a hobbling trot, less balanced on the slick earth but well enough; he couldn’t go very fast with his injures anyway. She was moving into a canter, but the off to her strides from the twinge in her hind slowed her at first, and it was enough to bring him up beside her left; they were close to begin with anyway. He snarled, teeth clicking the air in agitation, and then he struck. As his right fore came off the ground he lashed it out towards her, leaning all his weight, all his motion into the downward heave of it, targeting the vital region of her left hock. As a result of this however, it was necessary to demand extra weight on his left fore, which sent agonizing starbursts of pain through him; the hairline fracture wriggled further into the bone under this stress. It made for a sloppy landing when Voraer’s right fore hit back in the mud, and he almost leaned into her, but caught himself, grinding his teeth viciously. He snarled savagely, demanding more speed, hauling himself closer to her head. It was painful, it was exhausting; the labor was visible in the dark sweat staining him a crimson red, in the haggard breaths he heaved.
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But he would get her, he would repay her, it was the kind thing to do. Recklessly he threw his entire body into her left should, pushing mostly off his left hind which would handle the pressure in his current condition. A buck would have been a better move, but with his left fore so crippled he would fall on his face, breaking the leg before his feet ever got near her. And his right hind would be so useless as a drive of power... no he couldn't buck. And being on her left his only good weapon left was his right fore, he'd have to use it. So he shoved into her entirely, with all his weight. In a combo from his jarring ram, the force of it, the drive of his haunches, it popper his front end up in a partial rear (his right hind would not support a full rear, and it would have been harder to manage in this terrain anyway). He lashed out with an impressive sweep of his right hind, aiming it, curling it so all his force would connect with the point of his hoof into the back of her left fore's knee. If he hit or not was uncertain, he was too tired, his body spent after he forced it to continue in such conditions. He landed as well as he could in the mud, leaning more on his right hand and curling his left to his chest. He slunk home muddy and hurt.
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