Come Out and Play (Tiarni)

[Halo<3]

The big stallion strode in, confidence in his stride. His once lazy exterior was beginning to pump with the adrenaline. The walk here from the cavern had been a lengthy one, and he'd wasted no energy coming here, having kept a smooth, slow walk the whole time. His chestnut neck was lowered, not coiled into a defensive state. The thick muscles of his crest would grow tired if he kept it arched for long, so he decided to keep his energy reserved for when it mattered most. He kept the fine tuned muscles of his haunches and shoulders relaxed and supple. His ears were pricked forward in complete interest of the situation. He'd always enjoyed a good fight. Now wouldn't be any different.

Prince flicked his red tail, it slashed along his hocks, chasing away filthy little blood suckers that were beginning to appear in the new spring sun. Prince turned, flicking one ear to the left. The battle grounds were empty. They hadn't been used lately, according to the fresh smell. The ground was covered in a golden dusting of dead grass, rocks, and heavily blooming trees blocking the young sprouts from the sun. He smirked and swung his long sixteen-one hand frame around to face the stallion he'd challenged.

"I make the rules, Brute." The voice didn't seem to match the expression. The big horse looked downright ecstatic to be fighting, but his voice, a low rumble from his chest slipped from his vocal cords, every word dripping with musical poison. "Yon win, you keep your position. I win, your land, and precious little fan girl are mine." He smirked, a gruesome smile twisted on his lips. He tossed his head up, thick veil of a forelock slipping to the right, revealing the gleaming diamond on his forehead. He smirked, eyes locking onto his competitors. Then his stance changed.

His neck coiled back into him, chin bumping his chest, like a cobra waiting to strike. His dark-tipped ears slicked back, melting against his poll. Thick mane rippled down his neck, past his chest, a slight disadvantage. His hocks danced, being sure he could pivot on his forehand to keep his shoulders square with Tiarni's. His eyes opened, adrenaline sliding like iquid fire through every vein running throuh his body. His muscles bunched, taut and tight, ready to launch at the big black, or dance out of the way. With a dark smile, the stallion's ears flicked forward for a split second, showing just how tempted he was to lunge, but instead he whispered. "Your move."

No word min/max
3 attacks/1 dodge
Winner takes all
Agreed? Good. Let the games begin.

Muse is flowing!

[Nickyxxx]

Tiarni Tiarni narrowed his dark eyes as the stallion came striding in as though this was what he did everyday. He couldn't help but feel hatred rush through every vain of his strong body but why should he show liking to someone who thinks he can just walk in to his land, challenge him and try to take everything he owned, it just wasn't on. The King flicked his tail impatiently, not bothering to waste energy he would need for later on pointless prancing or screaming, he just stood there, glowering at his opponent. Tiarni was ready to take on whatever this brute threw at him and he was so ready to get this party started. "Your move." His voice was like a million dagger, stabbing the tension in the air, making it even worse. Surely any horse would try and get the first attack, the first move to weaken his opponent. Tiarni decided he was going to try and keep a clear but sharp mind when they fought. He didn't like what the stallion was up to, in fact he didn't like him at all. No surprise. This one's for Paparazzi, he thought, springing in to a full gallop that would have taken anyone by surprise. One moment he was calm and showing no signs of moving and then he was a massive object hurtling towards the chestnut in an effortless run. When he reached the stallion in no less than a couple of seconds, he threw the front of his body at the stallion and gripped on tightly to his withers, hoping as much as he could to draw blood. Pain, he thought. Give this idiot as much pain as possible, give him what he deserves. He showed no signs of letting go as he clamped tightly onto his opponents flesh.

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[Halo<3]

The big chestnut evaluated his opponent with a criticizing gaze, then felt his muscle memory react as the black horse lunged for him. Prince rocked back on his hinds, in a last second effort to avoid the attack. When Tiarni latched onto him, he frowned. That was going to hurt in the morning. But the bite felt like nothing more than a pin prick because his adrenaline rush was so high. In a matter of seconds Prince's brain was working overtime, figuring out the situation. It had been a clean blow to him, biting where the skin was thin. But the wither was mainly bone, and had little muscle, meaning it would affect him in battle very little. Sure he'd broken skin, and a deep red fluid was creeping down his wither to his shoulder, but it was a weak choice in attack.

It would be an advantage that Prince had more experience than Tiarni. He was a full year older, and in fighting seasons, that could count for decades. Yet the pair were nearly matched in size. It would be a fair fight, more or less. They had both vowed not to fight to the death, but severe injuries had not been counted out. In a quick reaction, which took merely seconds to judge, Prince had thrown a buck to either force Tiarni away or pull his teeth out. Either one worked. Then the big chestnut initiated his first attack. The equines species needed their forelegs to balance well, a hind leg they could hobble without, but it would be difficult to escape further attacks. The draft cross lunged with a foreleg stretched out, striking for the stallion's foreleg with a blade-sharp hoof.

A blow to the canon bone or knee would be a big blow. Horse's leaned more of their weight on their forelegs than their hind, and this would throw Tiarni off balance, as well as disorient him if the blow connected. The big horse struck out in a flash, then whirled out of retaliating range, then spun back to stare at his competitor, eyes searching his expression to see if his attack had been effective or not.

I like this.

[Nickyxxx]

OOC: lol me too i think fights are my favorite posts ;D

Tiarni

Tiarni's teeth were ripped away from the chestnut's withers as Gooseflesh swung his back legs into an almighty buck, throwing him backward but not off balance. He watched for half-a-second while the red liquid trickled slowly down his golden shoulder, staining his pelt. Arni managed to throw in a barbarous glare before he felt a tremendous kick on his front legs. The sudden attack had caught Arni off balance for a slight moment and stumbled slightly away from the chestnut as he felt the pain shoot up through his bones.

My turn, he thought, feeling excitement tremble through his nimble body. The other stallion was older that him by a whole year and probably had a lot more experience than him. He was quite a bit stronger than Tiarni but surely he couldn't be have as much energy as the playful King? The sudden idea hit him with a bit of shock but he thought he would give it a try. Trying to ignore the lameness in his front leg, the black stallion leaped behind Gooseflesh with such an effortless jump and threw in an almighty kick just above his back leg. What Tiarni couldn't afford to have was the older stallion rear on to his hind legs and knock him off balance with his front legs. Now with the aching pain he hoped he had given the chestnut, the King could save some time and energy.

As quickly as Tiarni had leaped behind him, the stallion gracefully span around and pranced by the stallions shoulder, his rear end facing away from him. Surely this had to be the most hardest target to get? His legs moved instinctively like he was born to fight, not for his life but for the things he loved. The King couldn't wait to see what Gooseflesh came up with this time. The injury he had given him on his front leg ached again. He let out a playful smile to the stallion that was almost filled with other emotions - animosity, cheeky and menacing. His bloodthirsty orbs danced, watching the stallions expressions that painted his savage face.[/td][/tr][/table]

[Halo<3]

The big stallion snorted an irritated breath from his flaring nostrils as the black raced forward toward him, leaping into the air. It was an unfamilier move, and Prince wasn't exactly sure how to avoid the attack. By the time his mind had registered what part of him Tiarni was going for, it was too late. A hoof connected in a big blow to his stifle. The big chestnut pivoted around to keep his shoulders square with the stallion who had danced away from immediate striking distance. He tested weight out on his left hind. Pain flowed effortlessly, pulsing through his veins. He shifted his weight to his three uninjured legs, then once again evaluated the situation.

Tiarni was injured in his front, meaning he'd be on his hinds for a good amount of the time, and striking out with his front. Prince now, being three legged lame was still slightly better balanced than his oppenent. So if Prince avoided the stallions front end, he'd be on the safe side for the most part. Prince himself had a better chance of striking with his injured hind leg. There was a good possibility of delivering a solid cow kick. Quickly the stallion moved to the side, stride off a little thanks to the pain. But also gratified because of the pain, his adrenaline picked up another near-impossible notch, making the pain barely noticeable for the time being.

Prince took a ground-eating stride to stand parallel to the charcoal colored horse, on instinct he swung himself around and struck out with a powerful thrust, and right for the ball of Tiarni's hock. The strike was aimed for the hock of the same side his foreleg had been hit. A connection here would throw the horse serevely off balance. Horses could hardly balance on two legs, let alone two legs on the same size. Prince closed his eyes briefly, praying his aim was true.

Thats two attacks down. 1 dodge, 1 attack left for both boys. May the best king win.

[Nickyxxx]

Tiarni

Two heavy hooves flew towards Tiarni's hock with great power. The King could see the chestnut was trying to throw him off balance which was something he couldn't afford to do. Already alert for whatever attack Gooseflesh threw at him, Tiarni managed to put in a quick but high buck that swung to the left to dodge the dangerous daggers that flew towards him. His front injured leg seemed to collapse underneath him but he still somehow managed to suceed. It was a complicated dodge and Tiarni couldn't believe me managed to pull it off. The chestnut's hooves thrashed through empty space. He couldn't help but give a sly smile to his opponent.

It was about the time where Tiarni was beginning to feel a little exhausted, the sweat breaking out from behind his ears and running down his black coat, staining it along the way. A little tired he may be but he wasn't ready to give up yet. Not now and not in a million years, he thought. Wait, maybe a million years is to long... He turned his attention back to Gooseflesh, glad that his few seconds where he was caught off guard hadn't cost him.

Tiarni knew he would have to tire the chestnut to get some good kicks in to injure him badly enough so he could not continue. Something like that was quite lucky and the King knew it was not always possible but it was worth a try. He leaped back a few paces in a movement that took up very little energy, waiting for a few seconds for the stallion to try come after him. The black shadow whisked around and came up behind the stallion again and aimed his front legs into his chest, hoping to hear the drumming sound of hooves against flesh.[/td][/tr][/table]

[Halo<3]

The big chestnut watched the black dodge his attack. It was a clever move, one Tiarni should be proud of. It had been difficult to pull off, Prince could tell. Both stallions were becoming tired now, Prince had a frothy lather coating his neck, and sweat dripped down his face. His muscles were beginning to ache as the adrenaline slowly left his system. The stallion had one more brutal attack to throw, and in result the battle for king would be over. Gooseflesh caught sight of the black's impish smile and couldn't help returning his own cruel; poisonous grin. He was enjoying this battle. If you couldn't enjoy a good fight, you weren't fit to be king.

The competitor's slight distraction was taken into consideration. Let him think, let him rest. Prince studied the position of Tiarni's battered body, attempting a guess at what the next move would be. Prince new the attack the moment the stallion moved into play, and dodged quickly, pivoting on his hindquarters awkwardly to escape the blow that could of potentially thrown his backwards, and stolen his breath. Pain ricocheted up Prince's left hind and sent an ache up to the point of his croup. The drafty chestnut rocked forward onto his thick bonend forelegs and struck out with his hinds as Tiarni's hooves banged the ground.

Prince aimed well for Tiarni's narrow chest. The initial attack had been to knock the horse over, but in his pain and exhaustion, Prince expected it to do little more than knock the breath from his opponenent. The chestnut landed unevenly, shifting weight off his left hind. The fight had ended and neither horse was damaged irrepairably, as they had agreed. Overall it had been a good fight. But Prince would not speak first. Instead, he lifted his head, and shifted his weight to stand tall and square, despite the undying pain in his left stifle. He snorted, eyes meeting Tiarni's. The fight had ended. The fate of them both was left in the hands of the wind.

I'll message Apryl to judge us! Great fight, I'm honored to have battled Tiarni!

[Nickyxxx]

OOC: yeah that was the best fight i've ever roleplayed (to be honest I haven't roleplayed many lol) you're really good at writing i must admit =]

[Halo<3]

Why thank you! You're very talented yourself! I haven't fought many either, so we're pretty even! I enjoy them though! I can't wait to see the outcome! You gave me a run for my money!

[>-{Apryl}->]

Tiarni
Neatness 9/10
Powerplaying10/10
Godmodeling 10/10
Overall battle 10/10
Spelling and grammar 10/10
Total points 49/50

Gooseflesh
Neatness 10/10
Powerplaying10/10
Godmodeling 10/10
Overall battle 10/10
Spelling and grammar 91/2/10
Total points 49 1/2/50

GOOSEFLESH WINS

You guys did wonderful! Just so no one gets upset, I gave Goosers 9 and a half because there were only two words spell wronged so I did not want to take away a whole point for that. But like I said you gaves were awesome great job =)

P.S If you guys have any concereds or comments about how this was judged plaese tell meh and I will see what I can do to help.

[Halo<3]

Prince won!? Ohmygoshhhh! I can hardly believe it! Fabulous fight, Nicky!

[>-{Apryl}->]

lol congrats!

[Nickyxxx]

Aww poor tiarni lol well done Halo brilliant battle =]