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Post by bellasuem on Nov 16, 2014 11:07:33 GMT -5
((Tournament A Phase 1 rp between Mosiebear's Nero and Bellasuem's Delvin))
((Delvin))
If the misty, foreboding Riddle Mountains had anything going for them, it was the acute lack of Bachelors. Unfortunately, he was surrounded by throngs of unicorn-worshiping Olde members instead. The bay stallion glared at no one in particular, shouldering his way through the throngs of horses all preparing for the upcoming battle with the Bachelors. He'd made this choice after all, so he could only complain so much, but that didn't stop him from wishing the circumstances were a bit better than this. He spotted a few glimpses of his herdmates in the crowd, all off to find their own sparring partners he assumed. The Olde King had told all the Exiles to spar with members of his herd only, which Delvin could only assume was a way to prove how high-and-mighty his own herd was compared to the 'godless Exiles'. Which was fine with him; he didn't want to hurt any of his herdmates anyway.
The scout's height was working to his advantage, and he swept his brown-eyed gaze across the mass of horses until he spotted another stallion, definitely not a member of the Exiles, standing alone across the field. Grumbling to himself, Delvin set forward through the sea of bodies yet again, hoping no one would get to the Olde horse before he did. Luckily, or unluckily, Delvin thought with a frown, no one did. Now that he was properly close he was afforded an unblocked view of the greying stallion. He was nearly as tall as Delvin himself, and that was enough for him. He nodded his head briskly at the horse, "You have a sparring partner yet?" he questioned, though he was fairly certain the answer was 'no.'
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 11:35:54 GMT -5
Nero never thought he would see another island. After all, it was against the laws of Olde to step foot on a land bridge. Technically they hadn't, since his king Vasska had paved their path with his ice, but still. Honestly, Nero had hoped he would never need to see another isle. War was not something the stallion had wished for, but he had trained for it. Every day since the moment he was selected to be a defender mage, he had trained. He had spent hours honing his physical and mental skills. And while he might not have found his gift yet, he was still a formidable opponent physically. Nero was tall and very muscular, with large hooves and a trained skills set, he knew he would be an asset to the army. First though, the king ordered everyone to pair up. If they would have to fight to win the honor of protecting the herd of Olde, then Nero would fight. And he was determined to win.
Every one seemed to pair up instantly, leaving Nero to find his own opponent, but it was only moments before he heard a voice come from behind him. The stallion turned to face his opponent. It was a stallion, one he was sure was from the Exiles who had allied with their forces. He was large, slightly taller than Nero himself, and just as heavy and muscular as the grey stud. Nero shook his head and dipped his head. "No sir, but it would be a honor if you would consider sparring with me," the stallion said, showing as much respect as he good. Bright blue eyes turned up to catch the Exiles brown ones. "May the unicorns grace one of us with victory." The stallion then readied himself, waiting for the other stallions first move.
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Post by bellasuem on Nov 19, 2014 11:42:09 GMT -5
Delvin stood and listened to the younger stallion's almost overtly-polite response, and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Yeah, sure," he agreed flatly. If the 'unicorns' were going to grace them with anything, he'd be wishing for them to fly out of the sky and smite the Bachelor herd for them. But, that was just about as unlikely as his herd being able to return home anytime soon, so he didn't even want to waste the breath. He didn't pretend to understand the Olde herd's fixation on fairy tales, or their worship of that old tyrant Vasska, but as long as they were fighting against the Bachelors he'd put his disdain for their lifestyle on the back burners for now. Besides, who ever this stallion was, he looked like he knew his way around a fight, so the Olde must've done something right.
Delvin didn't agree with the Olde leader's decision to only make use of half his force to fight the Bachelors, and require them to fight each other to prove themselves, but Delvin didn't feel like wasting more time trying to understand the stallion's motives. It wasn't a secret that he was less-than-fond of the Exiles, but he was pitting members of his own herd against each other as well, so that couldn't be the only reason. Not that it mattered, the bay thought, giving himself a rousing shake. It had been a while since he fought anyone properly, not counting that miserable loner stallion he'd run into trying to kill Greer. That was barely worthy of being called a fight. No, this stallion looked like he would prove to be an actual opponent. Delvin saw the grey horse assume a defensive stance, so he lowered his head slightly and made the first charge. He dug his heels into the turf at the last moment, pivoting a bit to put himself near the horse's shoulder rather than directly in front of him. He struck out with both front hooves, though not hard enough to do any lasting damage.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 15:34:27 GMT -5
Nero waited for his opponents first move, but he didn't have to wait long. The bay stallion charged forward, causing Nero to back pedal to compensate. At the last moment the stallion ducked to the right and rose up, reaching out with his forelegs to land a blow on the grey studs shoulder. Smart. Going for his more scarred shoulder. This stallion played to his opponents weaknesses, and Nero could respect that. It meant he would be a good opponent, someone he could really prove his worth against. The grey stallion did his best to swerve to the right, but the Exile was moving to quickly. His grey and sandy hooves landing a strike to the front of Nero's shoulder, directly on his scar from when he battled a cougar only this past winter. Nero snorted, accepting the blow. It would bruise, but this wasn't meant to be a lethal match anyway.
As the paint stallion's momentum began to recoil, Nero saw his opportunity. The clydesdale mix coiled up on his hind legs like a spring and reached up, hoping to catch the other stud midair and hold him there in a battling embrace. At the same time white teeth flashed forward from Nero's mouth as he stretched his neck forward. If the Olde Mage had wanted to kill the other stud he would reach for the throat, but instead he veered his aim to the left, reaching for the thick flesh and skin of the stallions neck. He could land a good blow there without drawing blood so long as he didn't clamp down too hard, and Nero had no intention too.
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Post by bellasuem on Nov 24, 2014 18:23:01 GMT -5
Delvin felt his hooves connect with the grey stallion's shoulder in a glancing blow, and quickly returned all four of his feet to the ground. His opponent snorted, not condescendingly, but rather collectedly. He had tried to shuffle out of the way, but was ultimately too slow. Delvin knew all about that; it was something in common all taller, bulkier horses shared. They traded their speed for their power and resilience, not that Delvin was complaining. It was something one became used to eventually, and you learned to compensate for it just as smaller horses learned to do the same for their lack of strength.
The bay stallion didn't have long to ponder the finer points of battle until the other stallion came at him with an attack of his own. He raised onto his powerful back legs, and as quickly as he could Delvin did the same, not wanting his face anywhere near the grey stallion's raised hooves. It was a quintessential fighting move in Delvin's mind; any horse who claimed to be worth his salt on the battle field would recognize it. And it was clear his opponent did. Delvin tried to jerk his head and neck out of the way, but the other horse had an efficient hold on him and delivered a successful nip to the side of his neck. The bay scout returned with a feigned bite motion of his own, hoping to put his opponent on enough of a defensive to suddenly disengage and push him back onto all fours.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 18:04:43 GMT -5
It was a sturdy bite he landed on Delvin's neck. Not enough to break skin, but enough to be felt. Nero strained, trying to use his body weight to push the other stallion back. The two were evenly matched though, which was unusual for him. Nero hadn't known many horses with his bulk, and to spar against one was proving a great challenge. All the better to have him prepared for the battle to come. There were some large stallions in the bachelor herd. And the young stallion needed to be ready to face them. If that meant fighting with this Exile, then so be it.
The splashed stallion reached for Nero's neck, hoping to land a bite of his own. When the grey tried to duck out of the way, he lost his balance. Nero knew he was going down, and he would do everything he could to take this other stallion down with him. Nero locked his forelegs, trying to grasp around the Exile's until the last moment, when he reached down to land on all four of his hooves. It was a hard landing, and it sent a jolt up through his forelegs. The defender mage snorted and jumped forward with the momentum, reaching up with his back legs to deliver a kick to his opponent, though he wasn't necessarily paying attention or aiming. He took a few long strides forward, and whipped around, being careful for his knees which were still sore from landing hard. He prepared for anything this other stallion might come at him with.
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Post by bellasuem on Nov 28, 2014 11:01:31 GMT -5
Devin felt the other stallion pushing with the bulk of his strength, and once Delvin countered with the same it was clear the two were fairly deadlocked. Thankfully, the bay scout's maneuver worked, and in an instant the two stallions were jolted back to the ground, and their heavy hooves landed back onto the turf with a resounding thud. The Exile stared down his opponent, who wasted no time in coming back at him with another attack. Delvin jerked his head back, and he heard the swish of the Olde stallion's back hooves as they sailed next to his neck. If he'd made contact it would've no doubt been an effective blow.
The cob took advantage of his opponent's position, and charged forward as the grey stallion began turning to face him again. Considering they were about the same size, Delvin didn't expect this move to have quite the same effect as it would on a less-bulky horse, but it would be good conditioning none the less. The bay rammed his shoulder into the stallion's flank, sending an uncomfortable shock of energy through both of them, though not quite enough to knock the wind out of either horse. If the Olde stallion had been less prepared, or even injured, the move would've been more effective despite his size. Even if it didn't do much in their little spar, this other tall stallion would be able to use the tactic to his advantage against the Bachelors.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 12:54:16 GMT -5
When Nero whipped around to face his opponent, he wasn't expecting the other stallion to be as close. He braced as best he could before the brown stallions shoulder slammed into the soft tissue behind his ribs. Nero grunted, and back pedaled slightly. It was a hard hit, but not enough to make Nero lose his breath. The young stallion could tell it would be sore later though. It was a good move, and Nero would have to remember it when the real battle came. Such a blow could seriously injure a smaller horse, and incapacitate a larger one if they weren't prepared. Luckily Nero had had a moment to brace.
The young stallion took a step back and faced the Exile. Realizing how evenly matched they were, the stud realized how pointless this was. They would match each other blow for blow every time so long as they were only sparring. They'd been at it for a little while now, surely his king had seen enough to choose who would go on to the real battle. The young stallion dipped his head respectfully, before looking the other stallion in the eye. "You're an exceptional opponent. I'm glad I won't be facing you on the battlefield any time soon," he began. "Though that last hit was a little hard. I believe you're ready for a fight." The stallion smiled. "I wish you luck in the coming battle. May the unicorns grace you so we might meet again. And perhaps next time we'll be able to finish this."
((I hope it's ok I stop it here! We're kind of out of time. ^^; ))
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Post by bellasuem on Nov 29, 2014 10:10:43 GMT -5
Delvin stood squarely to face the younger stallion, feeling a touch uncomfortable at the grey horse's praise. He barely spoke with members of the Exiles, let alone soldiers from the Olde herd, so this whole situation was just odd in his opinion. The bay scout gave himself a shake, feeling his muscles loosen a bit from their battle-ready posture, "Uh, thanks," he said gruffly, looking back at the other stallion, "You weren't terrible yourself," he added with a short nod. Delvin supposed if the Olde king decided to withhold him from the battle this stallion would be a decent alternative. Though he'd still be irritated, of course. Delvin gave the stallion an honest look, deciding that the young grey might not walk away from the battle at all; while he seemed a skilled fighter, there was always that possibility in a war. "Good luck to you, too."
((Yup no problem, just had to add Del's last little closing words lol. Thanks for the fun rp <3 ))
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