Blitzkrieg: QUE PASA CONTINGO?

THE WORD IS TIMSHEL -- 'THOU MAYEST' RISE FROM SIN.

The heat, a depressing and banal thing, bore down on Blitzkrieg like a melancholy ghost. Altair allowed a suppressed sigh to heave through his barrel, his Air element mewing besides him with contempt for the oppressive heat.

His Air leapt and plunged like a falcon - - Altair followed suit.

His canter was supple and elastic, derived from years of practice and countless battles. His hocks sprang rapidly yet fluidly, powerfully springing his body across Blitzkrieg. Already a thin layer of sweat coated his hide, and already Altair felt his lungs expand desperately to gulp the stagnant and hot air.

His Air snarled besides him, whispering warning as it felt tendrils of water and electricity plow through the atmosphere.

Altair snorted in surprise as the storm crashed down upon him like some furious tidal wave. The frenetic energy of the sphere alarmed him, and he squealed in terror as he was confined by its electric walls. He spun wildly, his eyes scouring for his assailant. He did not have to look long, as the mare came crashing from the mists.

He pinned his ears and grunted in challenge as she surged towards him, throwing his weight backwards to execute a mighty rear. As a stallion, it was pure instinct – he rose as he saw challenge.

Her outstretched hooves would have normally hit above his knee had he not reared; but his fledged rear allowed him a greater amount of movement in the swirling vortex. Her hoof tore down the front of his flexor (as he had turned to face her rather than allow her the angle she had wished), peeling flesh from tendon. The blood rose instantly, gristle and raw. The pain was extraordinary, and he snarled in disgust it tore through his body and brain alike. It was then that he issued a brilliant counter, his raised hooves struck out to par ruthlessly with her combo, aiming to effortlessly knock her outstretched legs aside and hopefully cause her to slip up on landing.

He landed heavily, the majority of his weight on his right leg. The pain was instant, but the remarkable thing about the flexor is that horses have an amazing ability of coping with an injury to the area by flicking their leg, there is no visible limp save for the flick as he accommodated for the pain that thrummed violently up his leg.

Thus, his right leg partially salvaged, he prepared for her second attack.

She came again, and Altair could not help but feel apprehensive as she approached him. The heat was suffocating, and he knew to win the battle he would have to salvage the most of his energy.

Bodhisattva, he whispered to the winds - - and he was gone.

Saphira would surely be shocked by the sudden disappearance of her adversary, and it was this that he would use fully to his advantage.

He materialized at a full canter (his left leg flicking slightly) on her left side, facing the same direction as her. With a titanic heave of effort he rose in a slight rear, his right leg unfurling to collide and land in stride ruthlessly with the back of her knee. The knee consists of innumerable metacarpal joints, each no bigger than a human thumbnail. There are several rows and four columns of the said bones in the knee, and each horse is typically endowed with seven carpals; all of which would be effectively torn asunder as his hardened hoof plummeted into the back of the knee to annihilate the joint completely.

Of course, there’s always the added effect of his combo, his jagged hoof aiming to tear down the extensor with brutal, remorseless precision.

Since he had shoved the knee, he expected her to trip, which would only exacerbate her injuries and send her crashing to the dust. Think about it; a person comes behind you and kicks the back of your knee - - granted your knees aren’t locked up, you’ll fall.

Which is effectively what he planned.

He landed, his coiled haunches spurning his powerful body to continue the previous canter, a sharp intake of breath was heard as his left leg twinged sharply from the excursion. He pulled up along-side her, preparing for his next attack.

He swung his massive head towards her, his jaws agape and drool flying as his teeth were bared in a thoroughly convincing display of ‘grrr die-motha-####a imma-eat-your-goddamned-face-off’; though unfortunately it was a feint and his teeth would find no purchase with her face. But the impressive feint was designed for her to take her attention off of his legs, and consequentially his next attack.

Simultaneously as he snarled and got in her face, his right hind leg came singing out from under him in a vicious boxing kick similar to a cowkick. His haunches quivered with the intensity of the blow, and Altair felt the rolling shock as it was delivered ruthlessly from his coiled body. He also felt his left leg cry out as it temporarily bore weight. His jagged hooves were looking to strike ruthlessly with the flat of cannon as she landed on the leg, hopefully shoving it out from under her.

Or better, snapping it, as she hopefully was bearing weight on it.

The explosive quick was done swiftly, and hopefully with unerring precision. Altair grunted noncommittally and continued his previous canter, his left leg continuously flicking as he slowed to a trot and then to a walk. With a nod and a flick of the ear, he turned back to Solira, panting and thoroughly exhausted from his endeavors.

A L T A I R
AD ASTRA PER ALIA PORCI.
ALSHAIN x GENESIS || AIR III