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come let the revolution take it's toll; Martyr challenges for Serpent's Province
Topic Started: Oct 16 2012, 10:47 AM (701 Views)
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M A R T Y Ri shall be notorious
This land was foreign to the young blue roan, but he supposed that this specific territory would glorify his name in the future. He had gone home to Serpent's Province, if only to bugle a challenge to the stallion who had briefly relished his victory. Viral had not showed up for his battle, and Martyr's only thought as to why was that the older male was tired of fighting. The scent of his mother had lingered in the direction of the Foaling Quarry; so he could hope that she would return. She was an older sort of mare, his dam, but Sapphire's time was nearing anyway. If she died, it would not surprise him. The young corn spot-speckled stallion strode forward, passing the blood-stained earth was little more than the blink of an eye. His black tail swished across his hocks as he walked on. Coming to an eventual stop in a large enough clearing, Martyr raised his head and looked about quietly. If the defender of Serpent's Province did not show, Martyr would begin his reign in three days, no more, no less. But he was just at the beginning of his trial. This was a rite of passage.
martyr . mustang hybrid . blue roan overo . blue eyes . 15.3 hands . dark . viral x sapphire moon

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Ooc :: Sen, as I have posted in the absence board I cannot get online to post within the time limit. I am more than happy for Martyr to challenge Orion when I have internet back, but feel this is a little unfair as I don't have the resources at the moment.
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I'm happy to wait for you to post, Kay. I just wanted to bust out a battle post while I had the muse for it.
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WELL SWEET MOTHER TERESA ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES BENZ
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- - this is what it sounds like

He should have expected something like this to happen.

It was ironic, that as soon as he moved into the Province, someone would try and stake a claim for it. All these seasons it had remained virtually empty, and no one had tried to butt in before him. Still, life had these typical situations. Of course, he was going to stand and defend. He hadn’t worked his whole life up for this moment for it to be snatched away from him. If things went really bad for him, it wasn’t like he was without resources. Although he held less power than his uncle, he was sure Ares was deeply interested in who held claim over the famed land. It was unclear to tell what was on the grey’s mind most of the time. Even what he said sometimes struck doubt into Orion’s mind, but he knew full well Ares had years of experience in talking politics. The bay’s assets was experience in fighting, and he hoped this time round he had learned from his previous skirmishes.

He was familiar with the battle grounds, he had been here fresh out of foal-hood. It was a harsh taste of the adult world. However, being handicapped from such a young age had homed Orion’s other senses. His hearing was extremely one sided, and he often swung his head clumsily around to get sound on the deaf side. But like so many beings that have one sense disabled, the others had sharpened. His sense of smell, which had always been strong, was now impeccable. The dusty red land was covered in the musk of various stallions, and the tangy scent of blood; which was so strong to him it smeared itself at the back of his throat. His eyesight was also particularly sharp, and he saw the overo before he heard him. The land was pretty desolate as it was, but it was easy to spot the greyish blue and white among the rusty landscape.

The hybrid male walked slowly. He knew better than to waste his energy by parading around and showing off before they battled. Perhaps in his more youthful, foolish days, he would perform such feats, but he was fighting for a much more worthy cause. He would admit things didn’t go according to plan – he screwed up badly; and his family broke apart because of it. That was in the past now, and this was one of the steps he was taking to reverse the effects of his mistakes. If some nameless stallion wanted to stand in the way of his prize, then so be it. The air in Serpent’s Province would smell so much sweeter with the taste of victory.

He snorted, the sound harsh vibrating from his coal hued nostrils as he approached the other stallion. His opponent was perhaps an inch or so shorter than himself, and vibrantly coloured. His painted markings and general body frame suggested Viral, Orion was sure of it. The bay was an interesting mix of the finer Lipizzaner lines of his dam, but there was a robust compactness that he had inherited from his sire’s side. Other than lack of an ear, he was almost identical to Friction. Shaking his forelock from his eyes, he regarded the other for a brief moment before opening his lips. “I assume this challenge is for the land and for the land only. I have no mares to gamble with, and I am not interested in any you might have. Winner gets the ownership of Serpent’s Province, fair and simple.” He finished, eyeing the overo male for any kind of reaction, before tensing his muscles. The first one there should have the privilege of the first move.





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M A R T Y Ri shall be notorious
The blue roan overo would have admitted that he should have taken over the Province before the foreign male had come to claim it. But, between his mother's disappearance and the search parties for Viral and trying to keep track of the herd before sending them to Sterling Earldom, the opportunity had escaped him. Despite that, Martyr felt it was his duty to try and take back their home. He doubted that any of his brothers would fight for him, should he fail, much less win it back and be willing to let Martyr himself take the throne. Orion would have the advantage of having battled before, as well as a slight height advantage. As the bay stallion came into the blue overo's line of sight, the younger male's blood ran cold and hot in increasing increments. He was nervous but did not visibly show it, and Martyr stood calmly. The bay spoke, and Martyr shifted his weight. Nodding, his blue eyes met those of the other. "Agreed." The blue roan raised his head a few degrees, debating the attack he would have to make.

attack one
The young stallion didn't want to risk rearing up in case the other male decided to cause damage to his stomach area. His blue gray ears pinned back into the jet mass of his mane, getting them out of the way in case the bay decided to go for the ears. So, the blue roan overo darted forward. In mid-motion, his rear swerved forward, making his entire body reverse to face away from the bay instead of toward him. While this was done, Martyr's hindlegs kicked out in the air behind him. The young blue stallion couldn't be for sure whether his hooves had impacted the bay or, if they had, where they had struck. The force of his kick could have been enough to damage ribs or shoulders, maybe even Orion's chest if Martyr had the right angle. All would be revealed in time.
martyr . mustang hybrid . blue roan overo . blue eyes . 15.3 hands . dark . viral x sapphire moon

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- - this is what it sounds like

Agreements made life easier, as Orion had ironically found out. He had been in this position before, except he had been in the blue overo’s position, facing the stallion’s father. Had he not backed down from Viral, perhaps they would be in a very different position now; but that was all in the past. He tore his eyes briefly away from the blue ones of his opponent briefly, his muscles tensed under his bay coat to await Martyr’s first move.

DEFENSE #1

The stallion’s eyes locked onto the figure in front of him as he watched for Martyr’s first move. The blue roan paint started forwards at quite a pace, and Orion immediately assumed he was going for a frontal attack. With his arrow shaped ears disappearing into the ebony folds of his mane the stallion bore his teeth; sitting back on his hocks. He didn’t want to move yet, because rather than moving out of the way, Orion was planning to meet Martyr in the attack, and be offensive. In a sense, he almost wanted to turn the other stallion’s move against him. However, he misjudged the younger male’s ability to turn quickly – agility is something youth blesses one with. Orion’s eyes widened as he saw the dust rise from the dirt ploughed up from Martyr’s front hooves digging into the earth; and he realised what the overo was planning to do.

His rival was too close for Orion to move now and be completely out of the way. He had to act now, otherwise Martyr’s hooves were going to swing round and promptly hit him in the face or the chest. Deciding he wanted his vital organs intact, the stallion lurched to the right, exposing his weaker side. Having lost an ear in battle, he was exceptionally careful of making sure the functioning one wasn’t damaged. His hind-legs pushed up from the ground into a canter, and he was hoping that by some miracle Martyr would hit him on the rump; and that his muscle in that area would cushion the blow. Unfortunately, it would not be the case.

Orion felt the blow first, then the sickening crack that rang out despite his hearing disability. Next he felt the searing pain as he drew his next breath, and knew he couldn’t run away like his initial plan had been. His forelegs splayed out in front of him, his head hanging from his muscular neck as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rid himself of the pain he was feeling. His hindlegs scrabbled around, almost throwing him into a sitting position before he righted himself. After what seemed like a long time, Orion opened his eyes, turning his head to his affected side. Martyr was still in touching distance, his legs coming back to the ground after his kick.

The overo stallion had hit him squarely in his side, thankfully on his ribs where the bones protected all the organs underneath. However, as Orion breathed in again, his whole body flinched. Martyr had definitely broken a rib, possibly two. There was no obvious swelling, but the bay was sure there would be a nice little mark for a good few weeks afterwards whilst he healed. He gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes and his lip curling back. He would now have to play the experience card, seeing as Martyr had the age down.

ATTACK #1

Fortunately for Orion, Martyr was still very close to him. The bay didn’t want to travel far on a broken rib, which meant his first attack needed to involve perhaps his legs, which wouldn’t put too much stress on the damaged area as a neck/head movement, or using his body weight would. With the blue roan overo’s hindquarters still facing him, Orion sat back on his own back-legs and reared into the air. Trying his best to ignore the throb in his right side, he felt his own body cutting through the thick air, the motion of gravity alone giving him some momentum.

If Orion had any luck, the younger stallion wouldn’t have moved very far in the few seconds it had taken the bay male to rear. With his jaw set, the older stallion began his descent, hoping that his heavier body weight would find itself bearing down on the other male. Orion’s idea was to have his front hooves sinking into the base of Martyr’s back, hopefully doing some kind of damage to his spine, or some of the extensive structures of the stallion’s nervous system. The pain in his side was almost sending him to delirium, and it was hard to tell whether his hooves had struck Martyr or just the ground beneath them. Whichever way, Orion would find out promptly.






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M A R T Y Ri shall be notorious
The blue roan overo didn't want to subconsciously think that he had lived his life for this moment, but the remnant of the thought plucked at his concentration. He couldn't over-think this battle, but the male couldn't risk to under-think it either. Even if Viral or Sapphire Moon never made it back to the Province, at least he could tll his family that he had given the battle his all. Could his numerous half-brothers say that with the same sense of conviction?

defense one
When his hindlegs met the ground, the blue overo breathed deeply, wary as to what attack the bay would now throw. Not having seen the other stallion rise up on his hindlegs and still having a little bit of momentum from his first attack, Martyr's young body moved forward a few degrees, which would be enough to have his spine avoid any damage. Before Martyr could move any father, Orion attacks, crashing down hard; his hooves strike down on Martyr's haunches, causing the blue roan's hindlegs to buckle beneath him. Martyr grits his teeth as the stallion's hooves meet his body, mentally noting the thud with which the hard hooves make impact. He would most definitely be bruised for a long while, if the end of his spine hadn't been damaged, and his pelt would be stained with blood if the bay's hooves had cut into his skin. Before his legs completely fold beneath his body, the blue roan tries to defend himself from further damage, pushing his body up at an angle so that he does not fall to the ground under Orion's hooves. The blue overo notes the burning sensation and near-crippling pain which rings from his hindquarters as he clumsily sidesteps away from the now-standing bay stallion.

attack two
Martyr's cornspot-speckled form moves away from the bay stallion's at a slow trot, having only narrowly escaped paralysis a few moments before. Breathing heavily, the blue overo comes to a stop, waiting a moment so that he can breathe, giving both he and his opponent a few seconds to collect their minds. Martyr then darts forward again, using his youthful agility and ignoring the screaming pain from his haunches as he attacks for the second time. Instead of using his hindend, the blue roan decides to come at the bay male head on. His alabaster maw surges forward beneath Orion's head to grab at the stallion's throat, seeking to either momentarily choking him or use his teeth to cut into the stallion's throat. Martyr can't tell if he has the bay's damaged neck in his mouth or he merely tastes his own blood. So, the blue overo crunches his teeth together and darts a few paces away. Orion's air had been cut off for a few moments or he had an injury on his muscled neck, but that was only if Martyr had even gotten to his throat. If he hadn't, the attack had been for naught.

martyr . mustang hybrid . blue roan overo . blue eyes . 15.3 hands . dark . viral x sapphire moon

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The bay’s hooves hit the ground with a dull thud, the shock absorbing through his muscular body and rattling his broken rib. The stallion grunted in pain, his head angling so he could see the affected side, his teeth gritted. Every breath was painful, but he had to keep going as best he could. Had he not acquired the injury so early on, he could have done the overo some real damage. Now he would have to adjust his fighting technique to avoid any more damage occurring to this ribcage. The last thing Orion wanted was a punctured lung. His eyes focused back onto Martyr. The other male had stumbled away, and with a small sense of triumph the bay saw he had at least hit his hindlegs. It wasn’t the damage he had hoped for, but the bay hoped it would hinder the younger stallion’s agility; seeing as he had put his entire weight onto those fragile hind legs.

DEFENSE #2

The bay hybrid watched the bluish male move away, and decided he would remain still. Martyr now had the right to attack, and prancing around in circles was just going to elongate the process. He also didn’t want to move too much for his rib’s sake, and Orion decided he would save his energy and try and dash off to the side if Martyr came too close, or meet him in combat. He had just caught his breath when the overo launched at him once more, this time front on. Orion thought it would be foolish for the other stallion to repeat the same tactics, what with his newly tender hindlegs. So when Martyr charged at him, teeth bared, the bay had some kind of idea what he was going to do. Caius had done a similar thing, and that was how he had lost his ear.

Orion realised he couldn’t back up quickly enough to out-manoeuvre the blue overo. His heightened paranoia of losing his working ear screamed at him not to dodge out to the side, in case Martyr’s teeth clamped onto his ear, an eye or worse. Left with no other choice, the bay threw his weight into the air once more. However, his body was positioned much more differently than his last rear. Orion’s forelegs remained close to him, almost as if he were folding for a jump; in case Martyr decided to strike out with his own front-legs. His head flickered to the side, his eyes white and rolling, hoping he had enough vertical distance to avoid most of the attack.

However, at the same time Orion began to propel his torso into the air, the overo’s teeth made contact with his mahogany hide. The bay felt the familiar sensation of teeth clamping onto his skin, and then a more intense pain. As Orion went up, Martyr’s teeth dragged along his neck, creating a long flap of skin, which immediately began to bleed. He felt the male’s teeth pinch before the stallion pulled away, and the bay landed back to the ground. Luckily, because he had already moved before Martyr had reached him, the stallion had not bitten into any major veins. Blood was still pouring from the deep cut, covering Orion’s chest in a dark red colour and matting into his coat. The flap of skin hung pathetically away from the rest of his neck, and he knew he had to be careful and not let that cut get infected, otherwise it could turn very nasty. Due to the size of the tear, it would probably leave a scar if nothing else. All Orion could really focus on was how much it hurt.

ATTACK #2

By this point, Martyr had already darted away out of reach, so the bay male couldn’t follow up the attack straight after without the blue overo realising quickly and further manoeuvring out of the way. Instead, Orion swallowed, ignoring the warm, sticky sensation of the blood running through his coat, and moved forwards into a quick trot. His cut stung against the air, and his breathing came in short gasps, mostly due to this rib. Martyr hadn’t gone far, and the bay hoped he had pulled up to breathe or something, because it would make his attack better. He was past the point of caring about fine little details like trying to get a particular point of the overo, and decided if he went for a large area, he would have a better chance of damaging something.

Orion was taller than the blue and white male, only by an inch or so, but as his neck and ribs were already damaged, he wanted to get as close to the other stallion as possible. Even if Martyr tried to kick out, it wouldn’t have as much impact as it would if Orion was further away. So, the bay angled for Martyr’s shoulder, and slides up to the smaller stallion so his bloodstained chest is facing the overo’s side. He scrambled to a halt, kicking up dust and sand behind him in a red haze as his hindquarters regain control, and aims for his attack. The bay’s lips curl back, revealing his teeth, and it gives the impression he is snarling. He looked ferocious, with his eyes bulging with their whites, and his remaining ear pinned into his ebony mane. Orion aimed for the overo’s poll, clamping down onto what he hoped was some part of Martyr’s head or neck. His jaw locked, and he shook his head twice in a quick motion, like a mare scolding a disobedient yearling. His mouth opened and he backed up, his sides heaving as he regarded the other stallion. His work was done.

It was hard to tell if he had done any damage or not, or even if he had gotten Martyr at all. His last move he had stolen from his mother, who put it to good use on his sire. He remembered watching the blood trickle down his father’s face, and how stiff he had been for the next few weeks after Katina had went for him. He was a pathetic stallion, and even if he lost this battle, Orion was a much better horse than his father would ever be.







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M A R T Y Ri shall be notorious
It had momentarily bewildered the young stallion to have risen up in the air with the bay, but having his teeth on target had been important. His muzzle, now stained with the stallion's blood, parted, the metallic taste of the bodily fluid sharp on his tongue. Looking at his opponent, the overo hadn't thought he could have caused that much damage to one being. His hindlegs shook, a tremor going through his muscle and bones as his muscles burned and ached. Ears briefly pinned back into his ebony mane; some TLC was going to be needed after this was over.


defense two
Having been faced mostly away from the bay with his head turned, Martyr's blue eyes didn't see the taller stallion coming, and, by the time he heard him, it was too late. The bay's form slid against his painted side and shoulders, surprisingly close to the overo. In the same moment, Orion's teeth part and close over the overo's poll. Despite the blow having landed more on Martyr's neck than head, that didn't stop the blood that now seeped from the deep wound. The attacker whipped his head back and forth twice, each time ripping further into the already jagged, punctured neck. Martyr didn't try to scramble away, afraid that if Orion jerked again that the force would snap his neck or tear what flesh was wounded further away or even risk having it ripped off completely. Thankfully, the bay releases his hold and backs up, and Martyr is left with his own blood dripping down his neck and face, the red liquid soaking his mane and forelock, staining his white face. The roan overo lowers his head, wincing at the movement, and nods to the bay stallion. Who knew how long it would take this wound to heal? If anything, his neck would take some time to heal itself, possibly over the next few months. The spot would tender, and he wouldn't able to move his head much until it healed or scabbed over. Martyr gingerly tries to raise his head a few degrees and retain some dignity, but, after he encounters a sharp stinging sensation, he stops. They were done. Time to see who had won and who had failed.
martyr . mustang hybrid . blue roan overo . blue eyes . 15.3 hands . dark . viral x sapphire moon

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using kim’s layout cuz it rocks

first attacks


SEN AND MARTYR
comments: simple, effective, easy to understand, well done!
originality: 3/5
damage done: 4/5
realism: 5/5
total: 12/15

KAY AND ORION
comments: don’t think I’ve seen this often, nice and original. Well-written, easy to understand & effective.
originality: 4/5
damage done: 4/5
realism: 5/5
total: 13/15

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first defenses


SEN AND MARTYR
comments: the damage is vague; cuts and bruises along his hindquarters, possibly a dislocated/sprained hip. appropriate
originality: 5/5
damage done: 5/5
realism: 5/5
total: 15/15

KAY AND ORION
comments: two broken ribs; possible bruising, this is appropriate
originality: 5/5
damage done: 5/5
realism: 5/5
total: 15/15


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second attacks


SEN AND MARTYR
comments: clear and well written; very popular in battles, so ive seen it often. Well done carrying on his injuries!
originality: 1/5
damage done: 4/5
realism: 5/5
total: 10/15

KAY AND ORION
comments: clear and well written, carried his injuries nicely. A bite to the poll; less original than your first attack but not common
originality: 3/5
damage done: 4/5
realism: 5/5
total: 12/15

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second defenses


SEN AND MARTYR
comments: ripped skin on up[per neck; I am not clear of the location. This damage is appropriate
originality: 4/5
damage done: 4/5
realism: 5/5
total: 13/15

KAY AND ORION
comments: large rip/flap of skin on neck. No arterial damage. This is appropriate.
originality: 4/5
damage done: 4/5
realism: 5/5
total: 13/15


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RESULTS


SEN AND MARTYR
comments: not many errors found; only suggestion I have is to watch those commas! Also! Try for more original attacks =]
grammar / punctuation / spelling: 5/5
total: 55/65

KAY AND ORION
comments: very few to no errors found. As always, reading your battle’s is very fun.
grammar / punctuation / spelling: 5/5
total: 58/65




the victor is: KAY AND ORION
This battle was super close! Only a three point difference. Well done my dears!


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