' At long last; superhero. [Rage]

[lynx'']

CHAOS

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You could spill a thousand words
and none would mean a thing.

Well well; Rage, it seems you finally crawled out of that hole you were hiding in. Too bad that the day you did you ran into me. Your cheek got you no-where boy, so lets settle this, right here, when the sun begins to set. I god damn hope you've been eating your carrots, big boy. You know why we are here right? You must do, i refuse to beleive that you could of possibly forgotton what i'm on your tail for.
Okay, so my rules are pretty simple, read and enjoy, sucker.

• Three attacks each
  
• One dodge per horse.
  
• If I win, you'll see me soon, in Sunset Meadows, coming to collewct my prize (which, i haven't decided upon just yet.)
  
• If you win, well i guess its done, you had your prize last year, you needn't think your getting anything else outta me, fool..
  

Are we agreed? I should hope so, i'm not too keen on shifting my weight to please you.

Let's do this.

Character: Chaos
Status: Complete. (letter form)
Word Count: n/a
Comments: tehe, i love doing letters.


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[azul.]

Lynx, Rage has to have a prize if he wins (horse, foal, etc) to match your 'prize,' whichever it may be, or else it's an unfair reward.

[eclipsemidir]

Chaos,

Hiding? HA!!! Why would I hide from a disgusting rat like you? As for you rules I disagree. I want to know exactly what you’re planning on taking and I don’t just want the pleasure of winning. No to death battles for me. Name your prize and I name mine.[/size]

[lynx'']

Since when did a dark basatrd like myself play fair? Okay, i'l give you two choices. One: You win, i'l leave your pretty ass alone and never challenge you again, i might even pass by your place during the war...leaving your herd unharmed...OR choice number two: take my pretty little daughter to join your hell band.

[eclipsemidir]

Which daughter you cheating son of a bitch? And what the hell do you get out of the deal? Hurry pretty boy I'm getting angry.

[lynx'']

I get what the fuck i want from your precious herd...but as there isn't much to choose from at the moment, i'l leave my decision 'til later. The daughter you'll win wil lbe Nox; look her up, i'm sure you'l take a liking to her. now, lets get the show on the road; you attack first, bitch.


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[eclipsemidir]

RAGE


I galloped towards the battlefield, intent on injuring Chaos badly. This place brought back a lot of memories. Such as my first fight with Anntho, it had resulted in a tie. Then there was my fight with the fool Zarian, my former king, which resulted in his favor. It seemed the gods were always in favor of another equine. This time was going to be different, I was going to defeat Chaos and put my fear behind me. But what was it he wanted if he won? Surely there was nothing of worth in my herd that he could take.
I stopped in what I claimed as the middle of the battlefield. I was ready for Chaos’ attack. I braced myself so that I wouldn’t fall over if he came crashing into my sides. I was ready for a bite to the neck in which I would return the attempt with a blow to the nose. I had a battle plan already but I was unsure if it would work. I wasn’t use to fighting. I snorted and began my speech.
"Oh Chaos, you sniveling worm, where are you? Decided to chicken out, bitch?”

[lynx'']

CHAOS

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You could spill a thousand words
and none would mean a thing.

The very season my previous wounds had healed, and here i was. Back again on the battlefeild; dealing with the ignorant bastards that had screwed around with me. If it was one thing i did, it was keep my word and by george i'd been after the grey runt for some time now, just to teach him a small lesson about fucking with my precious whorebags. Lip curled into a fierce smirk as i made my way to the battlegrounds, of course in no hurry, i wasn't one for waiting around.

Black opticals gazed skyward, indeed, the fight would be starting shortly, the sun was already setting, casting the sanded area into a dull greyed shade. The sand was cold and frosted over in places, luckily for me, i was built to enjure most types of weather, so battling upon ice and snow wouldn't be a great problem for me. Pace slowed from the gallop to a flighty trot as i neared my destination, a few bones could be seen after the latest storm had washed away the sand, leaving some victims uncovered. I only gave a quiet chuckle at the sight of the decaying.

Harks pressed back into my cranium as i continued on, black opticals wide, not with fear, but with excitement at being back on the pitch. ready to show off my moves once more. Of course, i wasn't completely confident that i'd win, however, none other than myself would know this information. To anyone else, i looked death like; Blood from Nevaeh still stained my already red pelt, giving me the plesent stench of death, the aroma hovered around me, and i wasn't ashamed. My pace was 'floating' me over the cool sand and gravel, my hooves barely touching the soft earth before i sprung forward; nostrils exhaled carbon, and on the inhale, body tensed slightly, for the scent of my victim was strong and sure enough, as i continued across the earth, the grey brute came into veiw, one hark flickered forward to catch his words, but soon rested down in its grave.

Coming to a sliding stop i tossed my skull baring teeth at him, curving my carcass around his. my voice came out quiet, but somewhat eeire, i wasn't one for stopping to chat during fights. "Sorry to inform you darling; but i'm here." It ended in a hiss as again my ivories bared out to the brute. In a smart move, i drove away from him, all the time black lanterns sticking on his bodice, gradually my circles grew smaller, i didn't hurry with my attack i wanted the bastard to suffer. Picking my point, as i was around a metre away from him; tucking my hind legs underneath me, my back arched and i 'pounced' harks invisable, ivories bared, if my attack worked right my forelegs would latch over his back, my hinds would push into his middle, hopefully bringing him down; however, because i had my forelegs hooked over him, i would land perfectly, a smart, yet new move that hopefully would prove fantastic.

Sidling away from him, i pirroetted around so i was facing him once more, my gaze set on him, never leaving it. I was now getting good at judging attacks, a good advantage whilst in battle. Nostrils twitched as i sensed a storm heading our way, perfect...a loud snort came from my nostrils, tossing my skull i reasred to half-height, a warning to the grey.

Character: Chaos
Status: Complete.
Word Count: 592
Comments: hmm...not my best. If you don't understand the attack, talk to me and i'l explain it better.


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[eclipsemidir]

RAGE



My grey frame was landed on by Chaos. He felt like a ton to me. The pressure in my knees from the weight of the brute made me collapse into a heap on the earthen floor. I tried to stand and succeeded, despite the pain in my ribs. I looked the brute in the eyes with my orbs and turned around, extending my left foreleg to meet with his kissers.
“Take that bitch!”
I turned and trotted a short distance away. I wouldn’t allow him to get very close to me again. Another attack like that could cause my ribs to split open. He walked in a circle around Chaos, keeping his pained ribs away from the old brute. He snickered a little. He hoped that the bastard had felt the kick the nose. His thoughts went back to what Chaos wanted. There was nothing in his herd that could be of any use to Chaos. He had a general, whom was also his heir, an assassin, a candy coated mare, a mare in waiting, and his queen. His queen!!! That was what Chaos planned to take if he won. His blind, yet still beautiful, queen.
He remembered Chaos’ promise. His daughter Nox, it would be an honor to add her to his herd. She would be a special, special candy of his or if Asthela died of another wolf attack, damn those wolves, his dark queen. He would produce a grandchild to Chaos, whom would probably reject the spawn. He felt the pain in his ribs again and he winced a little. Why was everyone going for his damned ribs?

The furious words I spoke: 271
The character I used: Rage
The color I see: Red
My words: Would kicking up sand in his face count as an attack?

[lynx'']

CHAOS

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You could spill a thousand words
and none would mean a thing.

Black optics grazed over the stallion, furrowing my brow slightly when his body slammed against the hard floor; a silent chuckle was released. Hakrs still remianed pressed backwards, as not to be a prime suspect for Rage to attack; i was on my toes, ready for what he would throw at me. however, as he lifted his foreleg to catch my muzzle, i wasn't quite quick enough. A sharp pain rose from my muzzle up to my forehead and i shook my skull frantically, giving a loud, but very painful snort and seeing blood on the floor. The smell was strong, he'd hit a vein somewhere, but hopefully, a bruised muzzle was all i would come out with.

His words rang in my ears like an annoying church bell and again, my skull was shaken, i hated talking during fights...what was the need? With a low grunt, i sidestepped and broke into a steady lope, easing him on from behind, wanting him to run faster. If he changed direction, i would soon follow; being an arabian made it so easy for me to chop and change direction without loosing balance or pace. Waiting until the right moment, keeping my pools on his pace, neatly, my neck curved into a magnificent arch, it was uncomftable at such speeds, however, the attacks must be done.

I striked as fast as a snake, plunging my skull downwards towards his forelegs, jaws open, ready to sink my sharp fangs into his knees. if the attack was to work, the weight of my body on his would put him off balance, and a further distraction and more pain would come from the quick attack to his knees. Moving at such a pace with bad knees would almost be impossible for him, so i steadied my pace once more, matching his perfectly, waiting for the moment to come.

Character: Chaos
Status: Complete.
Word Count: 337
Comments: erm...i suppose, if you wanted to do that, it would count.

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[eclipsemidir]

RAGE
"Call me the furious king."

As I trotted around the battlefield I felt an annoying nipping at my heels. I turned to see Chaos biting me like a small dog would a bigger dog’s leg while running. I kicked at him again, this time I aimed directly on top of the snout. If I succeeded than I would push him into the dust and make his snout bleed more than it already was. I snickered and tripped, whether over Chaos or a stray piece of Debreu I was unsure of.

I landed on my left side, for a second time in my history of fighting. Pain shot through my ribs, the familiar pain wasn’t as blinding as before. I struggled to regain my footing, flopping around as if I were having a seizure. I was able to regain my footing and I protected my left flank again. He could feel the warm, salty liquid spilling from the cuts.

They weren’t bad cuts but they made the pain even more excruciating. I glared at Chaos from across the field. My grey frame standing motionless, waiting for the Arabian brute to move. My teeth were bared, biting back from screaming like a wild man. Chaos was older than me, I would defeat him easily.

I bet that’s what the brute, Andrae, before Chaos defeated him. I shook my head. Bad thoughts! He didn’t want bad thoughts. He needed good encouraging thoughts to help him defeat the noble Arabian geezer.

“Do I hear someone calling, Bitch?”

I teased Chaos like a young filly. He was the bitch and I was his superior, he would soon realize that. I had my attacks planned out, unlike when I was fighting Zarian. Then again I wasn’t expected Zarian to attack me. I had planned to fight Chaos for months, plotting precisely how to hurt the brute. I wanted him to be weak and I wanted to strike some fear into the dark Arabian brute’s soul.

The Character of Use: Rage
The Words Spilt: 0324
The Color Used: Red
The Comments of the Creator: Damn!

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[lynx'']

CHAOS

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You could spill a thousand words
and none would mean a thing.

An action i had expected. Yes; i knew the kick was coming, but i kept hold of my dodge, not using it. I often left the smart moves 'til the last minute, to avoid any big injuries, so far all Rage had done was kick my nose twice. Oh, great. Again, pain shot up my muzzle but it was slightly numb already from his previous attack. Tossing my skull, a low yet furious growl came from the pit of my stomach as he carriered away from me. With a loud hiis, i lunged into a lope after him, blood streaming from my left nostril, the pain numbing even more as the cold air hit my frame, drying the light sweat that had formed. My last attack had yet again, been successful. An amused smirk had formed in the corners of my mouth when his grey frame slammed into the hard ground once more. He had scrambled like a wet cat out of water, but soon took off. Was he running away from me?

I pushed on until i reached him, hindlegs digging deep into the easily upturned ground as i spun myfront end around, raising my body into the air in a full height rear; flawing my hooves in the air and aiming directly at his skull. A quick attack that would hopefully cause some damage if the coward didn't dodge. I landed with a thud and sprang into a collected canter, circling around the grey bastard like a wolf stalking it's prey. Every now and then, jaw would open to reveal blood thirsty fangs, snapping close to his carcass but never hitting him.

Character: Chaos
Status: Complete.
Word Count: 290
Comments: You next post will be the end of the fight Eclipse, after your post, azzy will judge, good luck. It's been fun xD

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[eclipsemidir]

RAGE
"Call me the furious king."

I jumped to the left as his hooves came forward, intended to hit my face. It was pretty close and I could feel a tiny bit of his hoof scratched my face. It didn't do much damage but made my cheek ache some. I turned again, using a signature move of mine, reared back my left foreleg, and aimed for the brute’s chest. I hoped I stopped the bastard's heart.

If I hit him, I didn't feel it. My feet were numb from running and I was panting some. I charged forward so the old stallion couldn't strike at me. I turned and gave him a smile, flashing my teeth that were blood free. I snapped my teeth at him menacingly, mocking him in a way.

I gave a sarcastic laugh and continued to stare at him. I was ready for any move the bastard tried. I prayed to the gods that this battle would be over soon, I was exhausted. Hopefully the gods would smile upon me and grant me as winner. I stomped my hooves and twitched my ears, listening to the wind howl.

It began to rain, lightning crackling down from the black sky. I hadn't noticed the weather when I had first arrived here and now that I had a chance to observe it I realized it must have been raining for sometime. The snow seemed to melt in the rain. The liquid was warm on my skin but cold on my tongue. I drank from it to replenish my thirst.

The Character of Use: Rage
The Words Spilt: 0254
The Color Used: Red
The Comments of the Creator: Final Judgement!

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[nuzzer2]

Results

Chaos vs. Rage

comments:
you're both lacking some realism. but still quite hard to judge me and az discussed it for some time. [/center]

CHAOS:

attack & damage recieved:
the attack was unrealistic it's not possible for a full-grown stallion to curl his body like that. Chaos would also have more than just a bruise from Rage's attack. Excellent playing of the body/movements though. Minor grammar errors.

attack & damage recieved II:
The attack was very smart and realistic. The damage recieved is unrealistic, a kick (from the hindlegs) of a full-grown stallion causes more than just a 'sore nose'. Again the body/movements was very well described. Grammer errors.

attack & damage recieved III:
Missing some recieved damage no? The attack was smart and well-planned. Nice with the movements again. Grammar errors.

overall comments:
Watch your grammar! Be realistic with the attacks (read up on it) But keep your well described posts it's very nice to read.



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RAGE:

attack & damage recieved:
Fine attack. You played the damage recieved very well. Nice grammar. Missing some enviroment play? What's going on around him?

attack & damage recieved II:
The damage recieved from his biting wasn't really realistic - but the landing was. The attack was very realistic - nice! Missing more details.

attack & damage recieved III:
Dodge. The attack was very nice. Still missing some details. The post was a little bit confusion.

overall: Describe what is going on around you! How is he moving? What is he seeing? Nice writing style.

Wounds & Scars:

Rage:
A few open wounds, nothing serious. Broken ribs. Will need to rest for atleast two seasons or it could become fatal. Bleeding and sore knee that will hurt for a week or two. He will have trouble breathing for a while due to his ribs and just moving will hurt like hell.

Chaos:
Nose is badly broken. He'll have trouble breathing and blood will flow for a few days. The nose will bother him for the rest of his life; If he gets too hyped up he'll have a high risk of fainting (affecting breeding/fighting/running if he's not careful)

The Winner is:
Rage

your attacks were realistic and the 'recieved damage' was very well played. Good grammar. Remember to describe more though Congratulations.

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[eclipsemidir]

RAGE
"Call me the furious king."

Bells basically went off in his head. The gods have proclaimed him the winner. His heart swelled with pride and he forgot exactly who he had just fought. Before this fight he had feared Chaos more than anything in the world. Now he had just defeated him just by kicking. He walked up to Chaos, his ribs still on fire, and said.

"Send your daughter my way, pretty boy."

I stalked away from him, excited to go home and find my herd. I needed to rub this in someone's face. Hadn't it been Asthela whom said that I would never win a fight? Or maybe it was my father... Either way I still won.

I dug my heels into the ground and swung back to face Chaos. I didn't want him to strike while my back was turned. He hadn't moved, yet. I turned back and started galloping home. I needed to speak with my herd.

The Character of Use: Rage
The Words Spilt: 0154
The Color Used: Red
The Comments of the Creator:Nice Fight Lynx!! ^^

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