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Push it to the L I M I T S; Shetan vs. Rowan ,, Battle `2
Topic Started: Jul 30 2010, 07:07 PM (720 Views)
ChiCha
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I believe that though there are some rules, we were put on this earth to make choices. -ChiCha <3
The black stallion walked into the Battle Grounds once again. This time though, would probably be his last chance. He was challenging Rowan for his lands. He would get Bitter Lullen back. If he didn’t… Well there were a few options to explore. He walked steadily through the blood stained grounds, until he came upon what looked like a canyon-like area. It was dry and looked like no one had battled here before. If they had, it had been a long time since. There looked like very few ways to get on top of the wall, the smallest being about five or six feet high. He inspected again and decided if he did need to use the canyon he would have to look and act fast, at least before Rowan understood what he would do.

Shetan stood at an angle so that when Rowan came the colt would be closer to the wall than he was. Shetan stood ready bracing himself for whatever Rowan had planned…
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This was well on its way to be an expedient battle, which sat easily with Rowan. There was no need to prolong a process when they both knew the outcome of it, Rowan thought snidely. There was no way he was going to lose to Shetan; he had proven better than him once, and it could be done again.

So allowing Shetan the advantage of arriving before himself wasn't something Rowan concerned himself with. Wherever the black equine decided to do battle, the Bay zebroid would make do with the location. Where Shetan ended up selecting wasn't too bad; harder to beat a retreat, sure, but still, with a protected back and that cliff, perhaps Rowan could do something.

With his own body trapped closer to the solid wall of rock because of his late arrival, Rowan knew his movements would have to be quick and graceful. It would take careful maneuvering to avoid being crushed upon the stone to his back. A move as foolish as that would be something he deserved to die for.

So, body in place after a swift approach, Rowan waited silently, mind entirely focused upon the coming ordeal. This meant a lot, despite his confident air and how he brushed the possibility of losing off as non-existent. A loss here demanded another fight for a new territory, and word would get out. That would be unpleasant. More fodder for those who were already critical of him; as if his coat wasn't reason enough to ridicule him.

The younger opponent passed on the age-old tradition of tossing insults about like loose grains of sand. It was a waste of breath, in his opinion, and an even bigger waste of brain power that could be devoted to working out an attack. Perhaps, even, his silence would unnerve the other, though he highly doubted it.

Moving slightly, his position shifting so that he was ready for his first move, Rowan smirked and took a single step forward.

Attack One:

The colt was careful not to strain himself as he began to take long strides, edging away from the wall. It was early in the battle, and wasting all his strength on a single strike here could prove deadly. Soon, he had worked himself into a position in which he could gain speed. That would be pertinent, here, because with Shetan's position now closer to the wall, a hasty retreat would be harder. So his walk moved to a trot, and suddenly the trot broke into a canter, bringing Rowan up into the face of his foe. With a deep breath, the Bay opened his mouth and grabbed at whatever skin he could; his mouth was in the vicinity of Shetan's sensitive ears, and one of those two long, tender pieces of flesh was his goal, but he would settle for a good amount of the inky male's forelock, or the skin that the lock of hair sprouted from. This all happened in a matter of seconds, all of these rationalizations, and this strong, toothy grip wasn't the entirety of Rowan's attack; it was simply his vantage point from which he could further the possible damage done.

With his teeth clamped together, and the hope that he had some piece of his challenger in his mouth, Rowan stopped, spreading out all four feet and coming to a screeching halt, casting up mounds of dust around the two. He threw his weight down, towards the ground at the same instant he stopped his motion forward. His goal with this was purely to injure and inconvenience. If there was enough blood pouring into Shetan's eyes, it could assist what Rowan planned to do next. If not, it could still be disorienting enough to slow down the other's synapses for a few precious moments.

And that was all Rowan could hope.

So, after another hard tug, simply for good measure, the limber colt slid backwards, making sure to twist his back and neck in such a way that would render almost any bites Shetan placed to his hide in the less-sensitive area of his mane; the nerve endings were almost nothing there. As he scrambled back, he whipped his head up, flicking his neck strongly into the air, glancing around for his opponent. As he moved to a comfortable distance away, Rowan set his body to a position that he hoped would prevent the most damage to his vital areas.

Rowan knew the tricks of this male, now, though. So Shetan's clever move of grabbing Rowan's throat latch when his neck was arched to protect it would be ineffective; he could at least position himself to ensure that.

The Bay then waited, body tensed in anticipation of what the taller stallion would retaliate with. It could be one of any number of moves, and Rowan needed to be prepared for anything.

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Finally the colt arrived. The colt had to wait, as usual. Sad really, he should have come prepared. The colt finally decided and started spinning. Shetan knew this tactic well and waited as the colt finally gained enough speed. Rowan grabbed for his ears/forelock. That to his mixed breeding Shetan’s forelock was bushy enough to some-what cover his ears. Yet Rowan still did get part of Shetan’s right ear. As Rowan moved Shetan knew Rowan would try and flip him so Shetan moved more with Rowan.

Once Rowan let go Shetan allowed him to get out from under him. He had lost a good chunk of hairs, (which wouldn’t be too noticeable), yet his ear was torn on the left and was bleeding. Shetan pinned both of them back and watched Rowan. Just as according to plan Rowan was still near the ledge. And lucky for Shetan Rowan was about a hand shorter than he was so Rowan wouldn’t be able to see what he would do.

Attack 1

Shetan ran to the left and soon found a way up the ledge. He climbed up and then ran back towards Rowan. He spotted the colt down below and jumped.

He turned somewhat on his right side and smashed into Rowan. The landing was rough and with his weight, it was also quite hard. He hoped that the slight snapping noise was Rowan’s spine cracking, or at some bone of his breaking, which, depending on the amount of damage, would either kill the colt or hurt him very badly.

Then again Shetan had taken quite the blow himself. He wasn't exactly sure what part of Rowan he had landed on, nor did he know what exactly had happened to himself. He could only find out one way.

Shetan got up slowly and moved away from the bay colt. His shoulder was sore and he knew that he would have a bruise or two as well. He tensed his muscles keeping them all tight. With Rowan, it was sometimes unpredictable with what the colt would do...



[ooc-since Magnan thought that i was power-playing, (which i totally respect), i have edited my post]
Edited by ChiCha, Jul 30 2010, 11:00 PM.
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OOC- I'm not clear on all the intricacies of powerplaying, but I felt a bit like CC's last attack was encroaching on my own ability to control my character. If I'm overreacting, pay no mind to me whatsoever; there's a reason I let all you others judge these things and avoid them when I can. I suck at participating and judging battles, and therefore hate them. =D I'll still be posting a response to the attack as it was originally written, but if someone could just clear that up for me, I'd be eternally grateful!

--Magnan


BIC-

Defense One:

Almost before Rowan had time to react, or even get himself into a better position, Shetan had whirled back to the wall and was partaking in a maneuver that was completely absurd. Climbing up the side of the stone like that? Well, Rowan should have expected something as ludicrous as scaling a rock wall, from a stallion down to his last possible option, before utter defeat and decimation at the hands of a colt.

For a few torturous moments, Rowan's opponent was entirely obscured from view. His small sounds were not, though, and the Bay could hear movement above him somewhere. Expecting the older, darker stallion to drop down upon him, Rowan nimbly side-stepped to the left as he felt a whoosh of air above him.

His quick movement saved him what he was sure would be loads of pain later. This way, while he did lose his balance, Shetan did not land entirely on top of him. Rather, the right-half of Shetan's body collided with the stocky Zebroid's, the impact jarring Rowan's teeth. He'd need to be gentle on his jaw; it could swell later on. But more importantly, a fall like that could break his neck, or his spine. The outcome could have easily turned deadly for one or both males. What was wrong with Shetan's head?

It was a harebrained move, affecting Shetan as much as it did Rowan, and as the downed equine struggled to his feet, he made a mental note of his first injuries sustained in the second battle. When he had landed, all of his weight upon his forelegs, the impact with the hard ground split them, allowing rivulets of blood to stream down and make a mess of the ground before him. While cataloguing his injuries and taking a moment to regain his breath, Rowan stayed on the ground.

Why not give Shetan a few moments to relax, and hope he actually had a fair chance? It couldn't hurt anything. With a ragged breath, the bloodied young stallion rose to his feet and spun.

This move had been dumb in more ways than just one. In the drop, Shetan position himself nearest to the cliff, allowing Rowan an advantage he had to work for before. Now, the options were far greater for the Bay, and as he relished in this thought, his mind flashed through multiple scenarios that were possible to initiate.

A smart move would be for the throat--but that would also be highly anticipated. The most damaging would simply be to lunge all of his weight at Shetan's back; to toss his mass down upon the other and hope for a collapse of bones or muscles or tendons; even just a collapse of the flesh would be useful. That was also the riskiest, because if it didn't go off exactly as he planned then the damage would be minimal, and Rowan risked losing this fight.

So, by ruling out two options, another formed in his head. He needed to injure a weight-bearing limb; take out one of the back legs. To shatter the bone or rip the muscle from it's underlying structure. With a deep breath and a single blink, Rowan paced backwards once, twice, three times, before surging forward.

Attack Two:

As the well-muscled Zebroid pulled into a loping gait, he arched his neck to prepare for the optimum angle. If he was to succeed in this motion, he'd need to come up along his opponent and then bend at the point where his blunt, powerful teeth were aligned with the thick hamstring covering the left gaskin on Shetan.

As he reached this point, unhindered, the young battler bent and latched his teeth onto whatever he could get ahold of. When he thought he had the thickest portion of meat clenched between his teeth that he ever would, Rowan bit down with all of his strength. There was a slight resistance apparent, and what he thought was a crack. But that could have as easily been his sore teeth as it was the major bone in his opponent's hind leg. Either way, Rowan didn't let it slow him down as he continued forward, his prize hopefully between his teeth. All of his focus went toward continuing forward, and hopefully ripping off as much skin as possible. The more damage done, the better.

When he let go, it was only because his body didn't bend in the angle it needed to for his teeth to successfully retain a grip. Sliding to a stop, Rowan carefully spun back to face Shetan, not entirely pleased with ending up back to the wall. He would have to deal, for there was no room to move away from the spot now. Besides; Shetan wouldn't attempt the same attack yet again, would he? That would be stupid--with it fresh in Rowan's mind, avoiding it would be all too easy for the young Bay.

So, shifting his weight from one foreleg to another and grinding his teeth, Rowan waited. There was a single move left; going second was almost worth the added ability to go last. The wait alone made him feel as if he was drowning in anticipation. But he took a deep breath to focus. Losing his center here could be his last move.

His defense was his last option to prove his worth. Whatever Shetan did, Rowan had to counter it more effectively than the actual attack went over.

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OOC- ^^ I got your PM CC, and thanks for editing the post--I know you didn't have to, and I really appreciate it! Sorry if I made too big of a stink. I believe I'll leave my response as it is, since just the right amount has changed in the actual structure of the attack (or defense needed after it). I'm pleased with my wording, and fiddling with it would probably only take me longer. xD So yeah. =D Let's get this over with, shall we?!


Edited by Magnanimous, Jul 31 2010, 12:32 AM.

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Rowan got up and as Shetan knew, he would make another leg move. Just like the last time. As Rowan came at him Shetan didn’t know which way the colt was going so Rowan was able to get to his hind leg. Shetan cursed under his breath. He needed that leg for his next attack. Rowan then began moving again. With the way he held his leg it was hard for Shetan to prevent much of any damage. He was able to stretch his leg out some, giving Rowan a ‘longer rope’ and then did his best to step closer to the colt, yet it didn’t work to well.

When Rowan let go it took a few minutes before Shetan saw the blood coming out of a cut about ¼ of an inch deep, yet three inches long. It looked pretty bad. He turned the best he could and licked the wound a bit. For some reason saliva always helped with cuts. The blood didn’t come out as fast now and it was in a lesser amount. He then tried setting his leg down.

At first he didn’t feel anything, yet as he put more of his leg down the pressure got up to where Rowan had bit him. It hurt and even after it healed it would be quite sore. Shetan shifted more than half of his weight on his front legs placing what was left on the back right leg and the minimum amount on his left.

Time for action.

Attack 2

Shetan tried to run, yet he almost fell over, so instead he settled for a light canter. He came at Rowan as fast as he could, without losing his balance, and then dived. He slid under Rowan and then turned putting his hide legs under the colt’s belly. Shetan kicked as hard as he could with his right leg, while he sort-of clawed at Rowan’s stomach with his left leg. He was pretty sure that it would work, especially with how overgrown and many times chipped his hooves were.

Shetan got out from under Rowan and stood lopsided again. He prayed that he at least made a good enough cut. If it was what he had prayed for, Rowan wouldn’t be up and running any time soon, and maybe that gash might have more than just blood coming out of it...

He turned to Rowan and gave him a silent nod. It was yet another good and hard battle. Shetan hoped that he had won. And for so many reasons other than what Rowan had demanded.....

[ooc- and i got your PM as well Magnan, it's really no big deal for me to edit my post because i respect any and everything someone says :) ]
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The attack went over quite successfully, the colt noted with pride. While it took a few moments to bleed, the Zebroid hoped that it would anyways; he had a good bite, and while Shetan employed a defense better than Rowan would have ever come up with, it still allowed for blood to be drawn. Seeing as it was technically his opponent’s move, Rowan couldn't use this lull to attack yet again. As Shetan bent to nurse the gash, the colt had a desire to just ram into him; to knock him over and tear at his flesh with hooves and teeth until Shetan was no more. Playing by the rules, though was important, and he so kept still.

The most satisfying thing to notice was that Shetan was limping, favoring the leg that Rowan had attacked. The only thing he didn't like to notice was that as he smirked in a show of early triumph, his jaw ached. He had hit it harder than he assumed when the inky stallion landed on top of him, and biting Shetan had only exacerbated the injury. It wasn't life threatening; he could still eat, but it would prove an annoyance to him later on, and the tenderness would take seasons to heal. Not to mention his front knee joints were still losing a good amount of blood, and with the thin skin there in shreds, it was sensitive--he lucked out, though. Nothing shattered, nothing broken. It could have been so much worse.

Defense Two:

He grimaced as Shetan started to move, and his quick assessment was interrupted. The older equine made as if to run, but instead slipped into a steady canter; unsure if it was indecision in his attack or pain, Rowan was slightly caught off guard. His longs ears were pinned, and he wasn't quite sure which area to defend.

Imagine his surprise, then, when his adversary dropped to the ground and performed a rather graceful flip, his legs sky-bound as he slid underneath the soft, unprotected expanse of Rowan's smooth underbelly.

The sharp, chipped hooves on the end of Shetan's legs tore into Rowan's skin, and the bay squealed in pain, pushing up as hard as he could with all four limbs. Since his feet had been firmly planted upon the ground it caused his back to arch, putting a precious few inches of air between his own flesh and Shetan's hooves. It wasn't enough distance, or a soon enough reaction.

Almost immediately, in fact it was as soon as Shetan was clear of Rowan's body, that the colt could feel blood dripping. Unfortunately, his body didn't quite bend the way it needed to for him to manage to get his head all the way under his own stomach and check the damage, but with a hiss, he attempted it. Close to the center of his stomach, though stretching farther off to the left and reaching back a distance more than it did forward, was an impressive sized injury--perhaps 3 inches long. While it was wide and long, it was barely more than a scratch. Next to it, at about a quarter of the size was a thin, shallow laceration; its shape belied its depth. He was more concerned about the second cut. It was bleeding profusely, and while he couldn't check, he figured it would be safe to assume muscle was showing, if one layer wasn't severed entirely.

Lifting his rear right leg and rotating it in a circle, Rowan checked for his range of motion. It was fine on this side, but he wasn't so sure about his left limb. Attempting the same test, he winced and loosed a harsh snort. Ouch. He wouldn't be doing any hard running for a while, without being in serious pain. That was probably Shetan's intention, but Rowan didn't let it concern him now.

Rowan's ears were still pinned, and as he watched Shetan, he noted the respectful nod he was offered. While he had no intention of acknowledging it in a polite fashion back, he flipped a single ear forward and inclined his head a few degrees. Now, the only thing either could do was wait.

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CC With Shetan:

Attack One:

Damages Sustained from Rowan's First Attack: 3
Damages Given to Rowan: 7
Originality and Creativity of Attack: 5

Attack Two:

Damages Sustained from Rowan's Second Attack: 5
Damages Given to Rowan: 5
Originality and Creativity of Attack: 2

Overall:

Variety of Attacks: 5
Player Skills: 8

Total Point Calculation: 24

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Magnan With Rowan:

Attack One:

Damages Sustained from Shetan's First Attack: 5
Damages Given to Shetan: 3
Originality and Creativity of Attack: 4

Attack Two:

Damages Sustained from Shetan's Second Attack: 4
Damages Given to Shetan: 8
Originality and Creativity of Attack: 7

Overall:

Variety of Attacks: 5
Player Skills: 9

Total Point Calculation: 27

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As you can see, this was an extremely close battle. CC's score was hurt by the instance of two typos, which detracted a point from her overall skills rating. Magnan's first attack did very little damage, which hurt her damages given score. The creativity ratings of both players' attacks were low. As it turns out, Magnan and Rowan did win this battle, but only just. CC, make sure to spell check, and both of you will need to ensure you are coming up with more original attacks. Good job to both of you.
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umm...

No offense Topo, but I did spell check...

The only thing it told me that I was spelling wrong was Shetan...

And in the first attack Rowan ripped Shetan's ear. If you didn't get it I was saying the it had a < looking cut in it....

But it's ok. And thanks Topo.
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