Posted by Zilar on November 16, 2008, 12:05 am, in reply to "yeah, freetranslation.com is the shit."
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Zilar listened still, and for anyone who knew him this would be the kind of achievment Hell would galdly freeze over for, that he hadn't spouted some smart ass comment just yet. But for some reason, his success in combat had grown important to him.. Perhaps because he liked the idea of being more than just the talk that he usually managed. The foolish colt-like thought process that had determined cheating to be okay was growing rather old to him. He gave a 'tch' sound when Zakr mentioned stopping, his ears flicking in irritance back to his poll. A couple sore legs weren't going to stop him. He needed to win two battles in a month to complete his objective, to reach his goal, and he wouldn't want to fail and have to determine it... failed... Failure.. The idea made him bristle.
"No. We will continue." he answered flatly, no hot-headedness, though perhaps a slight soreness of pride. Zilar did not know Zakr, though he did appreciate the choice he was given on some level.. he just wasn't going to start bouncing and frolicking and singing like some gay disney bum-character because he was offered it. He had his own way of doing things.
He tilted his head to glance at his injuries, wondering what he could possibly do with the bruising to his upper hind leg and the bleeding cut that had a variating depth to his foreleg. He began circling Zakr a little, occasionally giving a short hop of his forelegs, each seeming like it might be a rear, but then stopping and coming back down, a ruze if you prefer. Then, when he'd passed carefully behind Zakr and came up along his left side, he turned away from him and pushed his weight forward quickly, thrusting back with his full weight into Zakr's hip in a double kick. It was a strain to pull his feet so high, and his injured foreleg trembled with the weight, but the attack, as far as he was concerned, was worth it
When he felt the soft cushion of the ground beneath his feet, audits still poised against his skull he swung to the right, hind quarters dancing away out of range in a flurry before they stopped in a steady and firm stance, dropping his rump and using the now cocked and ready muscles to propel him into Zakr's barrel and ribs, one foreleg extended at first and then brought down, having learned the motion from Zakr's first attack, against his opponent's side. The limb was backed with both his momentum and weight behind it, and even if it failed his body was still lurching forward to try and through the other off balance a little.
Then he pushed off to the left of Zakr again so that he was eye to eye with him, standing side by side. He did not have the maneuvering ability to get further away without presenting some sensitive part of himself for attack, and if he had presented his rear Zakr could have made a move for his leg which he could not maneuver to protect, but NOW he might have a better chance. His foreleg carried with it a pulsing burn from the injury that his weight had inflamed, and his weight shifted off of it every now and then. It hurt worse than his hind leg. His breath was heavy from the energy of his previous attack and the whites of his eyes curved like crescents around his irises. What would Zakr do next?
((I did what you told me to and went to read up on some battle posts, and I also got some good fighting music going, and a labeled picture of a horse and its body parts, though using the real names still feels... like a science essay xD, but I tried to give more direction of his attacks and maneuvers this time.))
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