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Nepdon says fight, I fight. It had nothing to do with what I thought or felt about the situation. I was kind of hoping that they would ignore me and go back to sleep. I have never fought before and carried no scars except the one of my cheek from my entanglement with a big angry dragon. As a brown giantess appeared, I wished that dragon had just eaten me. She was what I saw supposed to be, being of Gypsy heritage. But I was a mutt. I could see that I would be faster than her, at least a little. I cursed myself for not dieting when I had the chance. Should have just did some running instead of eating all the Tides' grass. But maybe nothing would have prepared me for this battle. I could make out some blue on her back, and was half-tempted to turn my light back on to see what it was. But darkness, I reminded myself, would be my ally tonight. Would it also be hers?

"I understand," I said quietly, and lowered my horn to face her. As she charged, I sidestepped quickly, lowering my horn in an attempt to pierce her under the chin where it would be easy to cause her instant death. I dug in my back hooves as she slammed against me, our bones knocking together made me grunt with pain. She was so much bigger than me, I was quickly losing ground slipping on the wet ground below me. I knew it was no good to push back, I tried to swing my head out from under hers, if the horn hit it would maybe also slice a line across her. I aimed my teeth to take a bite where her neck met her her shoulder. Perhaps the pain wold stop her, so I swung my hindquarters to my left and backed up quickly, trying to get away from her pushing against me. Her bite nicked me ear as I pulled away, and I stood facing her right side. She was very much taller than me, so I decided to use that to my advantage. I lowered my head and tired to stab her front right leg's armpit, then pulled back and kicked at the same leg, hopefully below the knee. I pulled back quickly and sidestepped so she wouldn't kick me with her front leg. I realized then that she might try to kick me with her back leg. I trotted around to her backside and tried to bite at the dock of her tail, where she skin and bone met the rump. Ever mindful of her dinner-plate sized hooves, I pulled back to her right side and backed up again, frowning as I tried to foresee and prepare for her next attack. I tucked my head into my chin and pointed my horn towards her, so that perhaps she would impale herself if she charged me again.

OOC: I really didn't want to fight a dragon because I don't know how.
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Sidestepped so that when she charge she got him full on, and tried to pierce her neck with his horn. Also bit at right right neck/shoulder. Managed to swing out of the way and took some damage on his ear. Attempted to pierce her under her front leg and then pull back and kick the leg, and also attacked at the dock of her tail.

A huge part of me told myself that this was wrong to make the the girl bleed. It seemed that she was still so young, even though she was the size of an elephant. I hated myself for having to do this. I, too, just wanted to leave and tell Nepdon I failed. There was no greater shame than this, to hurt her just because she was doing her job. Could I let up a little? The new thought struck me like a lightning bolt. I would pull my punches. Perhaps she would do the same, and if not, I would get beaten to a glorious pulp. The first attacks had been good, they had only caused her a little pain. I would make my attacks all like that, just cutting a little, only causing a little pain. That would alleviate some of the guilt that was rising inside me. It wasn't important if I won, I told myself, a smile spreading across my face. It was only for stalling. The rest of the herd could fight, the ones called warriors. My warm b rown eys watched her as she seemed to cower, whimpering like a puppy dog. That made me sad, and it reflected through my pools. My horn felt slick with blood, and I bent to wipe it on the wet grass below, hopefully quickly enough so I wasn't quickly taken down.

Of course she wans't going to pull her punches, I thought grumbling. When I ducked I managed to miss most of the mud and fire, but the mud caked in my mane and dripped down into my eyes, while the flame set my ears of fire. This is nuts, I was out of here. I ignored Misery and her stupid dragon thing. I threw my head up and screamed bloody murder, then gathered myself and galloped off randomly, the mud now totally obscuring my vision. I felt back hooves kick at my rump as I fled, but I was already moving and didn't register the dull throb of a blooming bruise. I ran until I felt tree branches scrape me, and I slowed to a stop. I rubbed my face on my right inner foreleg, and the wind managed to blow out my ears like a birthday cake. I flattened them, which left me hissing with pain. I wondered if I could hear. I looked up to see I was inches from colliding with a huge tree. I breathed a sigh of relief and now really felt the bruising on the right side of my rump. Oh, you bitch. I debated running or going back there and showing her who was boss. I was a few good lengths away from her, and I had burnt ears and a big hoof-shaped bruise to prove I fought. They didn't have to know I finished. I turned to face the brown mare and her snickering dragon, and a wave of anger overthrew my guilt. I probably looked really stupid right about now, covered in mud and smelling of burnt hair. I threw myself into a gallop, and I swung so that I was coming straight at her laughing face. I charged intil I was a few feet away from her, and then suddenly shifted to my left leg, the one that didn't throb from the bruise and reared up, hoping to strike her eye and smiling mouth. I leaned myself into the kicks, hoping to cause more damage before I deftly swing side, skidding my rough hooves down her left shoulder and thigh. I then pushed my weight into my left shoulder pushing against her as I reached back to bite at the areas I hopefully scratched.


OOC: Caught his ears on fire, and the mud got into his eyes. Ran away in panic and managed to miss all but one powerful hoof, which branded him in a bruise. Charged back at Misery and reared, attempting to strike her eye and face area, and then slid his hooves down her left leg/shoulder. Threw his weight into her and bit at her left shoulder.

Everyone always whines about fighting for their herd in their minds. What they should be doing is getting their head in the game. But it is an interesting paradox, because in order to get your head in the game, you have to think about the game, and why you are fighting it. Adalwulf has been on the throne long before I left, and now he had two herds under his control. I could see from a warrior's point of view he needs to be knocked down a few pegs, no pun intended. From whispers of his previous exploits he does deserve his spot, but he was growing old, and new legions are being born every day. Without competition, he would remain their until he died. Nepdon's reasoning, let's see if we can get him to die a little faster. It is interesting to me that when so many complaints are had about their king, they still fight for that king. Why, I wondered?

Her rear caught me off guard, and she swung her right hoof into my face hard enough to knock loose one of my teeth. Blood filled my mouth and my head swum with pain,causing me to fall from my rear earlier than I would have liked. I could feel my gum swelling and could take no pleasure in the fact that I managed to cause her some more pain. Not that it would be pleasurable to me if I was not distracted. I cast worried eyes to her as she managed to rear above me, and I could only think of one thing to do. I let my knees buckle under me and I rolled to the right, though her left hoof managed to catch my back painfully. Another bruise throbbed as I scrambled in the mud to get myself up, and found myself covered in filth. I spit blood and bits of tooth on the ground and flashed my light from my horn and legs brightly, hoping to blind her as I stabbed the her neck with my horn. I wasn't feeling up to biting, so I half reared and kicked at her left leg with my hooves, and it felt like I was scrambling up a large mountain. I pulled my head and feet sharply away, and maybe my horn would have traced some new lines in her neck as I slid down her body, rubbing the mud off of me and onto her left side. I leaned forward on my front hooves and bucked, hoping to catch her side and leg with my hooves. I realized I was way too close to her back legs, and stabbed her left one in the tender thigh with my horn, my teeth aching and rendering them useless.


OOC: Took a kick to the jaw, lost a tooth. Dropped and rolled, caught a hoof in the back. Scrambled up and jabbed her neck with the horn, while kicking at her left leg. Scooted down and bucked at the same leg, while sticking horn in the back leg.

The sky's rain had left me dripping and wet, and it seemed to be ebbing off a little bit. Perhaps the Raindancer's battle was over. I panted, tired from running around half of the Valley to get away from the giantess and back to her. The clouds above me rumbled ominously, but I didn't have time to admire their shape and try to find pictures in the grayness. My rump and back were aching from where she had kicked me, my chest ached where she had barreled into me, my ears hurt when she had set them on fire, what else could this behemoth do to me? I was lucky she hadn't thought to jump on my back or sit on me, both would most likely end my tiny, insignificant life. I was covered in mud, which did nothing to soothe my various aches. But win or lose, both she and I had done our duties to our herds. We could walk away with our heads proud, for we were both an even match for each other.

The blood from misery's neck dripped from my horn and it sickened me. It dripped down onto my crispy ears and I hissed in pain as the salty warmth hit my second degree burns. She was flailing after I blinded her, and I had half a mind to run again. She reared towards me again, and I bellowed as she struck at the bruise she had formed earlier with her elephant feat. I sidestepped, limping a little before her other hoof could hit home. I was tired of attacking now, my gums were still bleeding and aching from where she had knocked my tooth out, and the cheek she hit to do it didn't feel that great either. My buck had missed, and my horn had hit a little further away than I had aimed. She seemed unresponsive to my assault on her legs, so I backed up rapidly so that I was facing her, and I could see the tears fall like rain from her closed eyes. A pang struck me, and I felt all my limbs freeze up. Her sharp bite to my neck and her scrape failed to wake me from my trance, but the dragon's song did. It seemed to swing around to try to get me from the back. I ignored my aching rump and reared, hoping to strike the dragon with my hooves, even though I couldn't reach my full height. I also tossed my head up, hoping to stab the blue serpent with my horn. I fell back to all fours and couldn't move fast enough to swing out of the way. I heard the crackling of fire and I shot past the vixen like a light, ignoring my bleeding foreleg. Feeling the heat eat up most of my tail and climb up to the tenderness of my rump where she had pounded it not once but twice was almost too much for me to bear. I gritted what was left of my teeth as I slid to a stop and lowered my back legs into the mud, wincing as I hit the ground with my rump. I looked over my shoulder to see that my tail was a lot shorter than it had been. The heat had also raised blisters around the dock of my tail. I sighed with relief as the mud oozed over my burnt skin and the rain extinguished what was left of the flames. I picked my muddy arse up and turned back towards the mare, who again was a few good lengths away from me. I bowed my head and bloodstained horn respectfully, knowing our battle was over.

OOC: Took a blow to the rump where you hit me earlier, also a bite and some foreleg damage. Reared to kick at the dragon and stab it, and then caught on fire and ran around crazily before sinking his ass in the mud. Good fight!

M i s e r y | G l o r y
- - - - -
By my verdict MISERY is the winner.

MISERY -- post 1 (attack only)

[Realism]
+ 2| Surroundings
+ 2| Breed
+ 1| Attack: charge
+ 1| Attack: bite

[Prose]
+ 1| Lmfao Dory quote ftw
+ 1| Awed at her thinking Saphri wants a warrior bonded
+ 1| Flow

GLORY -- post 1

[Realism]
+ 2| Breed
- 1| Defense: you sidestepped, but still got ran into, that all confused me. Also, ones knocking together? Al Boney isn’t fighting here.
- 1| Defense: you make no mention of her bite
+ 1| Attack: throat stab
+ 1| Attack: bite
+ 1| Attack: stabbing armpit
- 1| Attack: kicked with what?
- 1| Attack: you just talked about her hitting you with her hind feet, and then proceed to put yourself in the perfect situation for her to do such. It also seems unrealistic you would have to time to just saunter around and land a passing bite like this.

[Prose]
+ 1| He seems so calm, and not wanting to fight, and then tries to stab her throat rofl.

MISERY -- post 2

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: head tilt to take cheek
+ 1| Defense: shoulder bruise
- 1| Defense: Just backing up to re-aim from arm-pit to shoulder wouldn’t work. The shoulder is higher than the first aim, so it would instead have hit more like her forearm, probably stabbing into the muscle and doing a lot of damage.
- 1| Defense: I dunno if taking it to the rump is better, the tail dock I think it more sensitive. Mostly though I think you still could have kicked out.
+ 1| Attack: Dragon
+ 1| Surroundings: I don’t think mud would help her be less clumsy, it is very slick
+ 1| Attack: Buck
+ 1| Attack: Cowkick

[Prose]
+ 1| So cute how Saphri inspires her
+ 1| Flow

GLORY -- post 2

[Realism]
- 1| Defense: I’m not sure just ducking like that would save you from the fire, especially if you say it reached your ears tips still, then it would have gotten your mane and nape at least as well.
+ 1| Defense: Taking the kick to your rump.
+ 1| Attack: Rearing at her… though I think even in a rear he might have trouble getting her face, especially if she just tilts it away.
+ 1| Attack: skidding down her shoulder (how would you be reaching her thigh though?)
- 1| Minor Powerplay: “I deftly swing side, skidding my rough hooves down her left shoulder and thigh”
+ 1| Attack: Bite

[Prose]
+ 1| LMFAO I CAN’T BELIEVE HE RAN AWAY that takes balls... I think
+ 1| Flow

MISERY -- post 3

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: rear
+ 2| Breed
+ 1| Attack: rear
+ 1| Defense: taking the shoulder slide
+ 1| Defense: taking the nip
- 1| Surroundings: Mud would not give you better purchase
+ 1| Attack: rear

[Prose]
+ 1| Flow

GLORY -- post 3

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: lose tooth o_O I would never recommend taking a hit to the face like that, but it was bold and new.
+ 1| Defense: rolling ninja! Unique.
+ 1| Attack: blinding light
+ 1| Attack: horn stab
+ 1| Attack: rear
- 1| Situational: it sounds like they’re parallel, facing opposite ways. His buck would only hit air then.
- 2| Powerplay: “and stabbed her left one in the tender thigh with my horn”

[Prose]
+ 1| His little thought patterns
+ 1| Flow

MISERY -- post 4

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: taking the stab
+ 1| Defense: pushing against his attack
+ 1| Defense: missing the buck
+ 1| Defense: taking the stab
+ 1| Attack: hitting his shoulder
+ 1| Attack Dragon fire

[Prose]
+ 1| I liked the doctor metaphors.
+ 1| Really liked how you describe her and Saphri as being joined
+ 1| Flow

GLORY -- post 4

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: taking the rear hit
+ 1| Defense: taking the bite
+ 1| Attack: rearing at dragon
+ 1| Attack: stabbing at dragon
+ 1| Defense: running forward
+ 2| Surroundings
+ 2| Breed

[Prose]
+ 1| He’s so respectable aw
+ 1| Flow

MISERY -- post 5 (defense only)

[Realism]
+ 1| Defense: took kick
+ 1| Defense: took stab


MISERY

[Bonus]
+ 1| Dragon

[Injuries]
- 1| Deep stab wound in thigh

[Creativity]
+ 1| Using mud as a distraction/blinding agent
+ 1| Using your dragon as eyes

Comments: Haha Misery fights are always fun because she’s such a wimp. You work with your dragon really well, and do good using her size. You weren’t using your surroundings correctly though, and sometimes your defenses seemed off or too shallow.

GLORY

[Bonus]
+ 1| Light magic

[Injuries]
- 3| Running away during the fight/temporary surrender

[Creativity]
+ 1| You had a lot of unique attacks which I enjoyed reading

Comments: You have a lot of interesting style, but sometimes it isn’t always realistic or it’s so strange/new it’s hard for me to get my head around. However, I enjoy seeing you be so daring and reading such new things. You do a good job remembering injuries, but watch out for power playing.

TOTAL
MISERY - 85
GLORY - 70

The battle was over, and the giantess in front of me stood the victor. It was well played, and I had amassed enough wounds to show that I did indeed try my best. I assumed an apologetic look over my scarred and toothless face. "Forgive me, Lady Equine. I did it only for Nepdon, my leader." I said, bowing my horn soaked in her blood. Brown eyes closed, and then peeked under long lashes, wondering if she would ever forgive me for such a dirty act that I had to soil my hooves with. Her dragon had also suffered wounds dealt by me, and I couldn't say I regretted those. He had it coming for torching my ears and backside. I ignored the blue jewel, knowing my distaste for her partner was evident. Whatever worked, I supposed, for they lacked the horn of our kind, the wings of the Pegasi, and most of the magic that resided in our blood. It seems fitting that they would receive a pet.

I raised my horn to her and looked over her bloodied and bruised hide, a true look of sorrow in my pools, before I turned to wade back to the Tides to nurse my many wounds and receive my leader's praise. Hopefully the thought counted for something, even though my battle did not win.

[OOC: If you want to do that little plot thing, you can stop him.]