Posted by Brz. Strandwolf on January 10, 2009, 6:00 pm
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The recent weather conditions had differed greatly from the previous, consistent activity of poor weather. It seemed that each and every moment that I decided to fight someone in the Krieg, it had msited, rained, been icy, or something drastic enough to force me to alter my fighting style. Of course, there wasn't much to the conflicts of equines when you broke it down- simply biting, kicking, crying and whining. Then again, my former teacher had brought me up well enough to understand that those attacks are worth nothing if you do not utilize them correctly. I recall the crimson maned stallion thrusting his hooves towards my jugular when he reared; and damn, that taught me alot about the unpredictability of a battle. I had met that stallion, back in the desert of the Bellycrawlers and I had found him interesting enough to take on. Par his request, obviously, else I'd have had no reason to train him. It was, after all, the students who seek the teachers, not the other way around.
My ebonite hooves dug furrows in the ground as I pawed the solid earth relentlessly, thinking on anything to bide my time. Eventually, I caught sight of the white Lusitano, not too far off, and a ghoulish smirk entranced my maw. My typically nonchalant, almost uncaring features were warped into a living hunger; for this was what I had lived for. Through my seven years of live, five of them were spent fighting, and I had no other passion quite so ignited as this one. A deep inhalation flared my nostrils, and I nodded my head to him colly, calling out, "Viruk, eh? Let's see what you can do."
A moment before the last word left my mouth I had sprung forwards, easing into a lope (not sure if you know: Walk, trot (jog), canter/lope (swift run), gallop (all-out sprint). My caramel dun form approached the stallion head-on, though just as I came within three paces of his chest, I broke swiftly to the right (his left side), straining my legs with the shock of the effort. As my head came to his shoulder I hit the brakes, sending my hocks down and skidding to a halt, my head now alongside his ass. Without any hesitation, nor mercy, I raised my hind left hoof, which was just behind his left foreleg, and aimed a petty blow towards his lower leg. The area that had the potential to be damaged was the Metacarpal (lower leg, just below the knee and just above the fetlock, aka ankle), and the long pastern (higher part of the fetlock/ankle). Should he bolt forwards, the foreleg shall be pushed back to propel his chest, and therefore give me better range on his pasterns or even his coffin bone (the hoof, essentially). Pivoting away from me, to the right, may save him a heavy blow, but chances were, with my agility and balance, that I would still lend a blow to the lower end of his leg. Whatever the stag did, I had not the interest to wait around to see what occured.
Instead, I placed my hind left leg securely into the ground once more, and sent myself forwards, the right side of my face, skinned and pink as it was, burning in the wind. It took me little time to curve around his back end, though I gave it a wide berth to save myself any hapless injury. As I came around to his right side now, keeping pace with him as best I could should he be on the move, I picked up my legs a little more. As my head reached the front of his barrel (the upper ribcage, right beside the ulna or elbow of the front leg) I kicked out my legs in mid-stride, both of my hooves designated to hit his metacarpal, or pasterns. Wherever the hit was landed, I cared not, for along with the savage certainty with which I attacked, I sent a powerful surge of my Lightning III through my legs and into my hooves. Should they make contact with his body in any place, the lightning would numb that body part, making it difficult to utilize that area for a while until the electricity wore away from the blood. Essentially it was a taiser, a stun-gun of assault, with the exception that I hadn't the need to electrocute his entire body, just a leg if need be.
After hopefully making contact with his leg somewhere in the process, I reined up my Lightning once more and trotted away, obsidian tail swishing with the adrenaline, as I turned to face this Viruk. The white stallion was on the offensive now.
OOC|OKAY so, basically, I attack twice, you defend twice (from those attacks), and in the same psot you attack me twice, and then I defend against those. Afterwards, I can give you pointers, advice, etc, on what is realistic, how your timing was, the power, plausible damage, etc. You get critique as you go, by me, and later on if I'm not around to help, anyone who's a Bronze or higher.
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