Posted by Brz. Strandwolf on December 23, 2008, 1:53 pm, in reply to "Oh mister Strandwolf~ [basic plz]"
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OOC| Okay, so. You said that one of your major issues was that you couldn't make sense of another horse's movements. Initially, what most people do is they say "They kept pace with them as much as they could, not giving them much leeway". Basically, they are not saying that the horse mvoed any certain way, but just in the assumption that the opponent is moving, they too go alongside them. I, personally, almost never keep pace with them. I move away and come for a separate attack, and I seem to be one of the very few who do so. Now, we'll start by the analysis of the weather conditions. It is wise to acknowledge the footing (be it solid, slippery, wet, etc) so the judge can tell you are taking note of every point i nthe battle. The fight isn't all about hitting the opponent, it is mastering the conditions of the surrounding nature and putting it to your advantage. If you have a heavy wind blowing, be careful when rearing, because you could get grit in your eye, or be blown off balance. If the ice is slippery, make sure you stay at a gentle speed, but not slow enough for the opponent to escape. If it rains, keep note that it could get in your face, or such and such. Keep it all in mind as you post.
Second, if you make the first move, analyse your opponent's height, their elemental weakness/strength/neutralism towards your own, their size, their blood. Coldbloods are extremely dangerous up close, but if you're quick enough, you can land a few hits without being hit in your defenses. Warmbloods are my personal favourite because they have the highest agility, and are moderate in strength and speed- they are the best for battle. Hotbloods, you have to try and keep near; they have weak attacks, but their speed can get them far away from you when you try to attack. As for size, if you are taller than another horse, use it to your advantage by rearing and taking them in the scapula, or the stifle, since its within your reach.
Also, as a last information booster (which I resort to in every battle) look up on Google "Horse anatomy." then, you can look into the Skeletal Anatomy of a Horse, and Musculature System of a Horse. Both will give you expert information on the structure, movements, etc of a horse. Now, anymore questions you can ask me along the way.
The weather had succumbed to the healthy nature of Spring. The days of horrid windstorms and rain were stil lto come, but the temperature would not be liable to freeze your face off (as I had come to know during several of my battles throughout the winter). In regards to the footing, all seemed well comapred to the recent slippery excess of ice and snow. It was a genuine sense of gladness that I felt resonate from within as I took note of each advantage. There was no wind, but the fog that had dared to accumulate was irritating. Still, I'd prefer a shorter distance to see than none at all in one direction because of powerful winds. Occasionally the gusts in a fight could grow up to 120mph, and in those conditions it was perilous to attempt a rear or buck towards an opponent, no matter how diligent you are.
I had overheard the calling of my name; it had originated from a separate bank from the lands of the Krieg. It took me no time at all to realzie that the echo had scoured itself from the very place I had fought my first battle. In training, with Baraqel. In the beginning, as I set foot into the littler battle arena, I had believed I was being called to do more training as a student. And then a shudder of realization once more dawned on me; I was a Bronze. I was to teach, and there was a being who found me worthy enough to show them how. How to fight, how to read movements, how to win.
I did not recongize the femme that stood before me as I approached, though she looked to have the shifting, uncanny guile of a Viper. She smelt of sand and hot nights, and I knew then that a felloow Bellycrawler requested me.
My face was solemn (at least, the left side; the right side had been skinned and in its place there was a fleshy patch of pink, including three gashes in my cheek). My honey brown eyes gazed carefully towards the mare, and I spoke with my baritones, laced with veiled curiosity, "Well, then. Basic training, eh? I'll start first. I attack twice, you defend to those two, attack me twice, and I wil lthen tell you what is to be done." It felt slightly awkward for me to be giving the orders isntead of taking them, but I did not allow that to phase me. What I was looking for was the plausibility of her defenses when she brought them up, and the believable substance in her attacks. If she moved to oswift, took too much damage, it would be subject to my opinion. Here we go.
I submerged my Lightning into a sort of trance state; it could not be used in this fight, nor could her own weak, but still intricate lightning.
After my discovery that the footing was stable and perfectly soild, I made my move swiftly. After picking into a swift trot, I edged quickly into a lope, coming towards Scylla with purpose. We were head to head, but as I neared her (about eight paces away) I deeked to the right, putting pressure on my hind left leg to stabilize this precarious move. I gave her a small berth of space as I rounded to her left side, near her hind leg. Without further adue, I skidded to a halt, which cost me a few seconds for my attack, and raised my forelegs in a low rear. It was then that I lashed out with both my hooves, aiming to hit the calcaneus joint or metacarsul bone (the hind leg knee, or lower leg). Because I had only lfited myself into a low rear, there was no way I could have reached up to hit the stifle or tibia, because I would have had to been in a full gauge rear.
Whatever her defense, I would judge and teach her as best as I could. But right now, we were in battle, and I had no time to wait for her defense. As soon as my hooves touched the ground once more, I turned slightly to my right so I could go around her hind end, and pushed off into an unsteady lope. As I move don I regained my balance in the firm footing, making my way around her hind end so that my left shoulder was near the right side of her barrel. With no hesitation, no mercy, I sent my left foreleg lashing out towards her lower metacarpal, pasterns or perhaps the Coffin bone, in mid-stride. This put me off balance somewhat, though my compromising with my hind left leg allowed me to stay standing and continue on forwards. As I halted several paces in front of her, I turned my caramel dun form to face the dapple grey, wondering how to criticize and assist her. But for now, I had to wait for her attacks.
LIGHTNING III
Alphamagnetism
B E L L Y C R A W L E R
BRONZE SOLDIER
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