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;; trap all day; friction v. viral
Topic Started: Feb 18 2011, 05:02 PM (679 Views)
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sweet dreams && flying machines in pieces on the ground.
i'll have up some fancy stupid post later to intro it, but this is friction challenging viral to a battle.

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Friction gallops in and whinnies violently, sliding to a ground ripping halt and pawing the air angrily before crashing down with a heavy thud. His brown pelt shimmers with health and strapping fitness, long black tresses whipped haughtily about his hindquarters and across his masculine neck. He'll wait here for the insolent red brute to arrive.
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... Not going to reply until I know what the battle is for? He isn't going to fight for fights sake knowing that Friction may/may not have enemies wanting to exploit a weakness. Extension until the post is at least finished and expanded on?
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Kim, that is why I posted in the Province which you also have yet to reply to. I would be more than happy to provide you with some extravagant lengthy post outlining every detail of what I'd like if you can assure me that you will reply to it. No need to ask for one since I'm happy to provide you with what you need.

clear outline before I get into it:

Friction is battling for the rights of Serpent’s Province as well as each of its inhabitants. Viral is required to stay in the Province as a Beta, but he has zero rights to anything without asking Friction first. He will be held in lower ranking than any mare in the herd. Every mare previously under Viral’s claim will now be under Friction’s, but they are encouraged to request freedom should they like it. They can and will be without any formal claim should they request freedom, so if Viral fights again in a week and wins he will have to go re-claim them all. Viral can feel free to re-challenge in a week, but feel confident that Friction will be back at it one week later.

This post marks Day 1 of battling, so the timer should happily start here.

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The warmblood type stallion walked slowly into the territory, more than ready for the task at hand. The ugly chestnut disgusted Friction in ways the strapping bay stallion couldn’t always express. Admittedly Friction had had his pride wounded in the battle previous and had allowed far too much time to pass before challenging again, but the time had finally come and the Cleveland Bay cross was weary of the monotonous life of nothing and supposedly residing under a stallion who was consistently absent from reality. Katina’s badgering had grown almost unbearable, so now was the time for action.

He paused just inside the territory’s borders, taking in the scene before him. Ashen and lightly rocky ground, pounded harder than the mountain slopes surrounding it from years of blood, destruction, and violence beating it into submission. His breaths came slow and even, broad chest and barrel expanding and retracting as he absorbed the area into his very bloodstream in preparation. His dark eyes closed though black tipped ears remained pointed forward at attention, similarly black hooves stood square to support every inch of his sixteen hundred pound frame. The twittering beasts were silent here, little mammals having long fled the ceaselessly disturbed battle grounds in pursuit of less chaotic surroundings. This was where he belonged, and where he could separate his mind most from the petty world of politics and speech. Where history was made and legends were born and, even better, where the tyrant fools shuddered their dying breaths.

Within moments his eyes were opened, alight with a new fire, and he took in the sight of what he thought to be Viral’s soon to be blood soaked body moving nearer and nearer by the second. The bay stallion wouldn’t waste any time, wouldn’t waste more breath than he would need for this task. ”I fight for your pitiful Province, for your wenches and their handicapped children, and to settle you squarely into your place beneath me where you belong. You will never leave the Province, never again, not without approval.” Friction smirked, black lips showing just a touch of lightly green and brown stained ivories that would soon be coated with red. ”Your children will have higher privileges than yourself, and you will always request permission to so much as take a dump in an uncharacteristic place. I will be your king, and you my jester. Embrace it. It will be your future, one way or another.” he finished, his deep voice trailing off with a rumbling note of humor. His regal head cocks slightly to the side, a smirk gracing his lips. ”Now, I’m sure you’ve got a little something up your slender mare-ish legs. Whatever will you do to retaliate?” he asked in his most sickly sweet voice. These demands were most demeaning, so Friction had no doubt the stallion would hope to have something as equally malicious to offer.
Edited by Rival, Feb 19 2011, 11:09 AM.
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Please don't be snarky with me - I haven't replied to anyone in a while, including but not limited to Friction. I don't know what I've done to irritate you, but it wasn't my intention; I've been feeling pretty low on muse and hadn't been expecting to have to come back. This battle will probably (hopefully) however, bring said muse back.

That being said, I wholeheartedly accept the battle terms, but with one addition (beside what Viral outlines below). I cannot play him in the way you describe, even for a short while, I don't think anyway. I'll try it, but I've never ever been able to picture him in a subservient role and if I can't do it, he'll probably be killed off. I will give it a try though, but thats all I can promise.

What Viral's terms are:
- Katina will become Viral's and her claim transferred to him. Any children she has had with Friction that aren't 3 or on their own, will also come to the Province.
- Friction cannot have children with Katina for the rest of his life (can be battled for in the future to be changed & if Topo rules it as breaking a rule it can be dismissed).
- Any colt Friction sires will be sent to the Province immediately with or without their mother and will grow up there. Even if Viral does not have a nurse mare, which is highly unlikely and will only require some cooperation between us for timing to eliminate the problem. Viral rarely goes without someone wanting a foal.

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He might as well claim the battlegrounds as his second home.

Or perhaps the trip to the battlegrounds would be a better place of ownership, considering he often spent more time swimming here to accept or dole out default wins than actually fighting. It was a little irksome to hand out the last one, being that he would have rather fought the upstart little colt than to acknowledge that the wasteland of a territory was no longer under his direct control. However, pride or no pride, Viral was not going to waste his bodily health on a pointless battle with a young, inexperienced colt when he had much greater plans on the horizon. Plans that were about to be set into motion as soon as his champagne soon returned to the Province.

The war was going to start now.

Apparently, Friction seemed to have had the same idea. Although his scales were dramatically smaller. Years after the initial battle, it seemed as though Katina's prodding and scheming had finally launched the bay into action. It was sad, in Viral's opinion, that it took a mare's relentless pushing to get a dark stallion to make an attempt (however ill fated it appeared to be) to restore his reputation. Either Friction was extraordinarily lazy, careless, or stupid.

Viral was betting on all three.

At seven years old, his body had filled out nicely, finally leaving behind the last vestiges of softness associated with youth. His copper-red coat gleamed under the fitful sun still lingering in the bleak winter sky, although the weak light and sand of the beaches had turned his lower legs into a murky gray. Viral's mismatched gaze roamed absently over the territory, noting with little interest the other battles taking place, before locking onto the bay stallion.

The smirk that formed at the sight reached his eyes and remained steadfast on his lips until he had taken the customary opponent's position across from the bay who was already spouting his nonsense. At first glance, Friction had let himself go, considering he seemed to be around sixteen hundred pounds, topping the charts for a purebred Friesian let alone a crossbred, but there was no doubting there was some of his muscle left. He was still able to hold himself upright after all. Silently the notorious chestnut listened to his opponent and the demands he proposed, although there was nothing stopping the smirk from widening.

“Oh Friction, should I apologize? I seem to have hurt your pride just a little last time. By all means I accept, although fail to see how this will accomplish your goal of... oh wait.” He snickered softly, inclining his head to glance at his opponent from under a cocked brow. “It doesn't seem as though Katina has assigned you a goal yet.”

He tsked through his teeth mockingly and stepped lazily forward to a place just out of striking range, close enough for them to feel each others breath. “When I win, my friend, I would really like for you to chop off your own balls to save me a headache in the future, but considering your less than hearty constitution, I doubt you'd have the courage or the willpower. Therefore, I'll take the gentlemanly route and take only Katina and any children she's ever borne you. Oh, and with the restriction that she shall never bear you filly nor colt nor stillborn for as long as you live.”

He paused for a moment as though considering. “The thought of having to live under you is appalling, as I'm sure the reverse is for you, but I think I already catch enough of your stench with you down in the Carnage. Thus, instead of you coming to live in the Province, any and every colt you sire will come and apprentice with me. Whether or not their dam wants them to stay, although the ladies are certainly welcomed to accompany their children. This happens immediately, regardless of whether I have a mare there to nurse them or not. If they die, so be it.” The smile had not left his pale lips, but it broadened now and chilled a few degrees as he shifted his weight onto his haunches and subtly tucked his head to protect both his jugular and windpipe. “Losers first, my friend?”

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well the death of viral isn't necessary regardless of who wins the battle; after all, you'll only have to wait a week to fight again if viral ends up losing.

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Dirty and unkempt, as usual, Viral planted himself just out of Friction’s reach. Likely the stallion hoped to try hampering any decent launch Friction might have made at going after the red brute, while even at this close proximity Viral obviously didn’t mind in the least at blowing his mouth off as usual. Friction’s dark eyes simply watched the other coldly as he spoke, marking out his own heinous requirements for this battle that were equally as offensive as Friction’s. At least the bay was willing to let the red male linger about watching Friction’s every movement as he made it; Viral was happy to let Friction go about and make stronger alliances to rise and hopefully destroy Viral at long last. It was time to snub out the Chronic line permanently, one way or the other. ”Quite mouthy, as is typical for you Viral. I must say, I’m disappointed to find you are still alive after your latest rendezvous to another planet. he said sarcastically, emphasizing the syllables in ‘planet.’ The classic bay stallion simply smirked without acknowledging a single bit of Viral’s requirements or his comment about losers going first. Childish, the stallion hoped to stir up Friction’s blood in a negative way aside from the adrenaline that would offer to subdue his pain for the next few hours. No, Friction wouldn’t take this petty bait; it was time to get down to business.

ATTACK 1: FRICTION:

Friction did not fail to notice Viral’s rock backwards and the subtle tuck of his little head to guard the tender jugular vein, and so smirked at this just slightly before clamping his black tipped ears into his stringy black mane and launching forward. Brown haunches doubled as he leaned onto them, forelegs stretched out to tear fiercely into the ground and fling him into a short striding gallop to cover the short distance between the two of them in moments. At first glance it would appear that Friction intends to put every ounce of force into ramming Viral’s lightly visible shoulder bone to crack it to pieces, but as Friction’s unmarked head snakes low to aid in propelling him forward, it becomes obvious he has no such intention as he simply hugs tightly to Viral’s side. First the black maw passes by the elbow, tender underbelly and rib cage, then as he nears the hindquarters his stained ivories are bared and maw is stretched wide.

In a heartbeat Friction’s black and tooth filled muzzle attaches as firmly as possible to Viral’s patella; the area at the base of his femur where it connects just to the top of the tibia. Externally, this is the top of the gaskin and base of the thigh. With his teeth as tightly latched in place as possible, Friction’s black and brown head tucks in and twists towards Viral to secure the placing of his teeth as he continues to gallop in short powerful strides, his large and supple warmblood type body attempting to bend tightly around the hindquarters of Viral. He moves with the contour of Viral’s backside while keeping his teeth clamped as firmly as possible to Viral’s body, hopefully not only removing the flexible yet thin tendons that lace across the unprotected bone, but to twist and crack it clear off the bones the patella connects together and twist his femur out of socket from the lower leg, making his hind leg useless. Obviously it would take a great deal more force to wrench the entire leg out of place as Friction hoped, making it likely Viral would swivel with the direction of Friction’s motion not only to alleviate the pain but to prevent excessive damage; nonetheless, the bay stallion’s ultimate goal was to end up on Viral’s right facing the direction he’d come, some kind of reward still clenched within his jaws and Viral resulting sprawled upon the ground.

With his jaw clenched as if his life depended on it, the bay stallion grunted with the effort and force it took to attempt wrenching another stallion’s leg out of place, Friction’s legs blurring as close to Viral’s own dangerous hind legs (or the leg that wasn’t potentially occupied) as possible to hopefully diminish the amount of damage the red could potentially do by kicking out fiercely.

ATTACK 1 FINISHED: FRICTION:

The dark earth they fought upon responded accordingly, the dead and sandy ground flinging dirt and dust into a black cloud of disturbance beneath his hooves which rose precariously into the atmosphere around them, potentially blurring both of their views momentarily but filling Friction’s nostrils with the smell of death and battle and only serving to excite him further. He was one with the earth, and it rose up to meet him in this imperative moment. When Friction’s maw was free of Viral’s body, the bay stallion would assumedly end up quite close to Viral’s right side, body arching rapidly away from the red and head tucked carefully against his own neck to keep both eyes upon the red and vulnerable jugular protected in case Viral tried anything hasty. Should Viral have ended up swiveling about it was unclear as to where Friction would be standing, but it seemed likely Viral will have ended up facing Friction, making them both poised roughly in their original forward facing positions. Viral protecting his neck and Friction doing the same. With all four sturdy black legs placed squarely beneath himself the heat and blood practically roaring through the hybrid’s system, his expression showed he was eager to witness whatever damage he may have done and to plan for his next attack. Friction’s dark eyes were as sparklingly black as ever, exhilarated violence the only feeling he could comprehend in this moment.
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It is perhaps their saving grace that neither male can hear his opponent’s thoughts. Viral might very well have been distracted by laughter at Friction’s foolish mental remarks. Indeed Viral was not pulling the bay stallion any closer to the Province, as before long the entire continent would belong to the red prince and it wouldn’t matter if Friction had his own territory or not – everything he did would been and remarked upon. Just as the situation was now, with only Rowan, Caius, and himself on the Southern Mainland he had been able to keep mostly abreast of the bay’s dealings. Although he had to admit that all the other stallions flocking to him for alliances were a bit distracting.

The grin settles more firmly on his lips when the other male speaks, although he has no idea what Friction is trying to refer to. Obviously Viral cannot leave the planet, nor has he done anything similar that might of suggested he had. It seems more likely to the red stallion that his opponent is losing his mind. Still, the very fact that Friction had not commented on his battle terms suggests that they are sufficiently repulsive in his eyes. Satisfied, he simply waits for the bay’s attack.

DEFENSE #1

Viral’s initial assumption was, like the bay had predicted, as that his opponent was gunning for his shoulder, and clumsily for the naturally graceful stallion, made the awkward shuffle sideways to remove his shoulder from harm. Instead, Viral finds that the very back of his hock is being squeezed between blocky herbivorous teeth. Angrily he whistles and flattens his ears in pain, attempting to pivot with the bay to prevent as much damage as possible.

Being a slight bit slower due to his first attempt to dodge the proposed shoulder attack, he only gets approximately halfway before Friction’s teeth rip free, leaving the bay to continue his half circle. Blood flowed freely down the back of his hock, displaying where a large chunk of flesh had ripped away from the faint musculature and tense ligaments. Already he could feel the tremble of shock starting, especially in that leg, but couldn’t afford to waste time. If Friction had managed to put his leg out of commission, the only reasonable course of action was to make use of it now before the pain rendered it useless. Attacking now also had the potential benefit of catching Friction unawares, considering the attack is coming from behind and more quickly than most retaliations.

ATTACK #2

Assuming that Friction’s path had carried him the rest of the way around the proposed circle, the two stallions were now rump to rump with only a distance of approximately three to five feet between them. Immediately lowering his head to make the next movement easier, he launched his weight onto his forehand and struck out with both hind legs. In the best case scenario, his hooves would make contact with the slender cannon bones of Friction’s lower legs, snapping them from the force generated by an equines powerful hind legs. A little higher up and he could take out his opponents hocks, and if Viral somehow got extremely lucky, one blunt leg could find its way between Friction’s legs and take away his ability to reproduce, if only for a few seasons.

Admittedly, the attack was hard to aim by virtue of its speed and lack of planning, but at this proximity he should be able to make contact on some part of Friction’s back half. The landing jarred Viral’s injured leg and forced him to hold it upright while he took a few ungainly hops forward, clearing himself of an immediate return attack like the one his opponent had delivered, or at least he hoped to do so and then pivoting on his not as painful left hind leg to face where Friction had been. A part of Viral very, very much wanted to attack again, now, before the pain could distract him further and while the bay was still recovering, but he wouldn’t lower himself to cheating. He would win this battle fair and square.

Gritting his teeth but showing no other visible sign of discomfort, the chestnut quickly forced his hoof back to the ground, hopefully giving the impression that it wasn’t as painful as it appeared. It was highly doubtful that Friction had missed his earlier limping, but perhaps he could be hoodwinked into believing it was less serious than it was. Carefully the chestnut rocked his weight back slightly again, preparing to move quickly when Friction attacked again, because it probably wasn’t going to be a long wait.

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The bay wasn’t entirely sure how his teeth ended up at the back of Viral’s gaskin grasping only tissue rather than the front and bone as he’d originally intended, but the fact that something tangible ended up between his rock solid grasp was far more pleasing than nothing. Friction spat it out almost immediately, focusing more on the precarious position he’d placed himself in. Considering his maw must have slipped to place the bite he’d made and that Viral had swiveled accordingly, the black tailed stallion had ended up with his hindquarters facing the red’s own back end. This, obviously, was quite a tricky position considering their close proximity to one another. It would have been different if Viral’s hooves had planted into his much sturdier side or chest, but unfortunately Friction hadn’t gotten so lucky.

DEFENSE 1: FRICTION:

Almost as quickly as Friction had ripped the copper tasting chunk of flesh from Viral’s hind leg, Viral’s hindquarters were sent flying into Friction’s own. Detecting his precarious position the bay stallion dug in as deeply as possible, hindquarters nearly doubling over to launch himself away from the red brute before his hind hooves could drive into bone or even more sensitive areas. Friction leaped forward, forelegs stretching to dig in and stretch himself out, gaining at least a foot or two of distance in the brief moments before Viral’s hooves reached out for his body.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t quickly enough to escape damage.

Viral’s hooves, both the injured and uninjured, first clipped the points of his hocks before planting into the base of his hindquarters. As if on reflex, his hind legs buckled and the bay half way collapsed to the blood spattered earth with a heavy grunt of surprise followed soon by a muffled squeal of pain. Viral had managed to remove the skin from both points of his hocks to scrape and reveal the delicate sinew beneath, along with badly bruising the light curves in his gaskins. Enraged terror ripped immediately through his chest as he realized he was halfway on the ground - his original intention for Viral - and he scrambled up as quickly as his four legs would allow while chilly rivulets of blood ran precariously down his slender cannon bones. He launched up and forward, spinning sharply around to face the red while gingerly putting weight onto his hind legs. He danced in place for a moment, wincing with discomfort and not really able to hide it just yet. Viral stood facing him as well, breath coming as deeply as Friction’s and ready for the next blow. Obviously both stallions’ ability to move quickly had been affected, so it seemed Friction would have to improvise.

ATTACK 2: FRICTION:

Momentarily caught by the shock of both his and Viral’s unexpected attacks, the stallions seemed to linger for a moment simply staring at one another. With a hearty squeal and pinning his black rimmed ears once again into his neck the thick bay brute launched in Viral’s direction, hind legs unable to propel him as quickly forward at first but growing numb as the adrenaline again took over. Friction loped ferociously forward, head snaked somewhat low to better propel himself and place more weight on the forehand rather than his rear. He first aimed for Viral’s bad side, opening his maw as if to snake down and make a bite at the stallion’s knee. However, at the very last moment, Friction’s neck arched and he flung his head high to rock back, lifting his forehand off the ground and ducking back to the right. Hopefully Viral would have assumed Friction to be attacking his forelegs and had begun to sink down to attack Friction’s back or neck; if this was the case Friction’s sudden lift and jerk to the right and the fling of his head would hopefully crack Viral’s neck upward in a painfully awkward position or at least snap it to the side. If Friction didn’t break Viral’s neck right at the curve or injure the spine, it would at least give Viral one heck of a crick. However, if Viral had seen this coming it would be one massive embarrassment on Friction’s part. Friction will have reared up and Viral have done the same, basically ending up with Friction rearing in front of Viral and practically handing himself over for whatever attack Viral would fit to his fancy. It was a tremendous risk to try such an unorthodox feint, but this was what Friction hoped would work for him.

ATTACK 2: FINISHED.

His front legs hit the ground again, resulting in him standing perpendicular to Viral assuming the red hadn’t fallen over, ended up with a broken neck or moved away in defense. Friction’s breath came deeply, his maw tight and ears still pinned as he tensed for Viral’s next attack while eagerly staying close to observe what damage might have been done with this unfortunately final attack. His hind legs trembled just a bit and he again bounced gingerly on the hind to alleviate the sting of it, but was careful to try keeping a close eye on Viral. How the stallion would have loved to battle Viral over and over for hours, until one of them died even, but that was not something in the cards due to requirement. Friction would take what he could get for the time being.
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Try as he might, Viral could not keep his injured hind leg on the ground. A combination of shock tremors and pain made prolonged contact with the turf nearly unbearable, and even maintaining just the tip of his hoof on the floor was painful. Still, he dare not hoist it up with a return attack imminent; immobilizing himself in that way was a serious detriment to his ability to move out of the way.

As it was, both stallions took a moment to regard each other and their similar injuries to the rear of their hind legs. Viral's white sock ended abruptly at the hock, and from there down was a solid sheet of dark red blood. The faint muscle and ligament were visible, as was a peeking of bone at the back, but it seemed to still be in working order... if quite painful. Friction did not seem to be as deeply wounded, persay, but Viral's attack had managed to land on both of Friction's back legs and scored blood there. Satisfied that his initial decision to retaliate immediately had worked well, Viral steadied himself for the next attack, having been forewarned by the bay's ferocious, pig-like squeal.

DEFENSE #2

Again, perhaps rusted by so many default won battles, Viral assumed Friction was going for the obvious and took a large step sideways with his outside leg quickly so that he could pull up his knee away from Friction's teeth. This left him somewhat precariously balanced on three legs, with the main support on his bad left side and injured hind leg. And while the chestnut had drawn his head down to his chest as an automatic reaction to drawing his leg out of harm's way, he had not lowered his head, thus leaving Friction's attack to open success.

As the heavy body of the bay came down in seemingly slow motion, Viral's body correctly chose the only course of action he could take – he went forward. To move backward for an equine is hard work requiring balance that is not granted by a flamingo position, despite the fact that it seems to be the obvious escape. Nor could he move sideways quickly enough to escape the brunt of the attack due to the leg that would have to be moved first currently being used to support his entire front hand. Viral could not stay standing either; with Friction's weight bearing down on his left side (Friction's right), his good front leg and neck would be severly damaged by the compression. Already, even as he moved, he could feel the pressure on the middle of his neck, painfully pressing down on the vertebra there.

ATTACK #2 (A little awkward considering how Rival ended her last attack, but we can make it work, no? If not I can change attacks.)

So he moved forward, seeking to push his shoulder into the soft underbelly of Friction and topple him backwards. Friction's hind legs were already injured, and hopefully cave easily to this pressure. If all went well, pushing the bay backward would cause his legs to slip forward, therefore tumbling Friction onto his rear and back, if not, at the very minimum it would remove his face from major damage. Not to mention, the power of a stallion ramming into your underbelly had to be unpleasant and possibly a traumatic shock to the digestive tract that could burst something inside.

In the flurry of movement, Viral was unsure if he had managed to even make contact with Friction, let alone topple him backward. Still he continued forward, knowing that the battle was essentially over, and all there was to do was wait for the results. As his body settled to a halt, once again facing Friction, he took inventory of his injuries – from the fairly serious wound on his hind leg, to the more superficial scrapes over his back from lingering under the bay in his last attack. Already his neck was growing horribly sore, and he knew that it would be stiff in the morning, most likely to the point that he wouldn't be able to move it at all. Hopefully he would be able to make it back to the nuturing care of his Tessa, but he wasn't holding his breath. With his luck as of late he'd be somewhere in the middle of the ocean when exhaustion struck and drown there.
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DEFENSE #2: FRICTION:

Reflexively Friction's muscular neck was stretched as far forward as possible to give himself balance, keeping his forelegs tucked closely to himself as he strained to leap from harm's way or, in other words, right over the top of Viral. Viral's shoulder was on a rapid path to Friction's delicate underbelly, so with a hearty launch from his injured hindquarters he sought to leap over Viral's dropping form. The bay managed to get his hind legs off the ground, but he was hardly fast or strong enough to evade all injury. Viral's shoulder wound up first roughly grazing Friction's reproductive organs before smashing directly into his flexed stifles. This rescued his organs from major damage, but it definitely did not save his future back ache or the injuries his hindquarters had sustained.

As a result, Friction's upward jumping motion was interrupted as he was jerked out of the air and flipped almost completely over the top of Viral. With a painful grunt the bay thudded to the ground back first, his forelegs flailing as he tried valiantly to flip over and regain his footing, but his hind legs weren’t functioning quite so well. Viral had managed not only to flip the bay onto his back, but he had managed crashing into both stifles and injuring the ligaments there. Friction lie on the ground, breath coming quicker than before from the exertion he'd been forced to put forth. His hindquarters ached and it was likely he would not return home on this day; only after several moments did he attempt standing, something that was far more painful than predicted. His hindquarters trembled from the injuries to both his hocks, buttocks and stifle joints. With his ligaments stretched and likely suffering a few tears he had it in his mind to relax somewhere for a few days once Viral limped off into the ocean.

FINISHED.
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OOC- I simply adore the way you two battle; you make it so realistic, with the attacks continuing movements, rather than separating. It’s wonderful to read, and so realistic. On that note, to the judging. =D
First Attacks

KIM && VIRAL
Comments: I had to read it twice, but this was really clever! Has the potential for damage, and yet Friccy can still get away.
Originality: 5/5
Damage Done: 5/5
Realism: 5/5
Total: 15/15

RIVAL && FRICTION
Comments: Great detail; I could really picture it. I feel like it could almost be powerplaying—but you also clearly explain how Viral could get out so that really nullifies that.
Originality: 5/5
Damage Done: 4/5
Realism: 5/5
Total: 14/15

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First Defenses

KIM && VIRAL
Comments: Nice. You allowed him to be hurt, which is good. And the defense is simple but effective—I like how you started with an assumption, and had that affect him.
Originality: 5/5
Damage Taken: 5/5
Realism: 5/5
Total: 15/15

RIVAL && FRCITION
Comments: Good defense—nice job taking damage & not having a super horse.
Originality: 5/5
Damage Taken: 5/5
Realism: 5/5
Total: 15/15

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Second Attacks

KIM && VIRAL
Comments: Again, really unique!
Originality: 5/5
Damage Done: 4/5
Realism: 5/5
Total: 14/15

RIVAL && FRICTION
Comments: Great, unique attack! I really liked it. Great job at leaving it open for Kim to interpret & great job with taking a risk on it.
Originality: 5/5
Damage Done: 3/5
Realism: 5/5
Total: 14/15

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Second Defenses

KIM && VIRAL
Comments: quick, simple and easy. I like it! And it leads nicely into your attack. Very elegant.
Originality: 5/5
Damage Taken: 3/5
Realism: 5/5
Total: 13/15

RIVAL && FRCITION
Comments: not the greatest to avoid damage, but it was still cool—and there wasn’t too much you could do, without .
Originality: 5/5
Damage Taken: 5/5
Realism: 5/5
Total: 15/15

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RESULTS

KIM && VIRAL
Comments: I loved this entire thing. Gosh, it’s amazing to read anything with Viral. =] Overall sentences/powerplaying/grammar/etc. all looked good.
Grammar / Punctuation / Spelling: 5/5
Total: 62/65

RIVAL && FRICTION
Comments: this battle was purely epic. You two did a fantastic job, and it’s wonderful reading your posts! Overall, the sentences/powerplaying/grammar/etc. all looked good.

Grammar / Punctuation / Spelling: 5/5
Total: 63/65

The winner is RIVAL && FRICTION
**this was really, really close. Like, really hard-to-judge close. You two both did awesome. <3

swiped this scoring method from kim. Just makes life easier!

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