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Post by valiantshadow on Nov 18, 2014 19:13:41 GMT -5
The question took him off guard. Grange sighed, knowing he should answer her, but not wanting to, as it would immediately bring the tension between them back. 'And we were actually managing to get along,' he thought wryly, swishing his tail. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke.
"I'm not really sure," he said, meeting Greer's curious gaze. "Part of it is to protect my home; even as hard as it is to survive in the Bachelor territory, no one else would take me in, and I wouldn't make a good Loner." He paused, thinking again. "Part of it is because it gives me something to do. It's a distraction to keep training, to prepare to fight an enemy that I don't have mixed feelings over. Or at least, not as many."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 19:54:11 GMT -5
Greer nodded. "I originally came here to..tell cethin but i needed something to do while im here ya know?" Greer said with a week smile. "Wanna work on agility?" She asked, motioning to the log she had left behind.
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Post by valiantshadow on Nov 18, 2014 21:46:33 GMT -5
Grange gave a small, dry chuckle. "I think we've both been dragged into this war because we have things to tell him," he observed quietly. Allowing the subject to shift, he glanced at the log, nodding. "Yeah, good idea," he said in agreement.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 11:55:47 GMT -5
Greer galloped toward the log once more, leaping over with room to spare.
"Your turn!" She called, but she was nervous he wold get hurt. He had stubby legs definitely not built for leaping. Hers were long and slender, and she could jump in the air like a wild stag.
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Post by valiantshadow on Nov 19, 2014 12:09:41 GMT -5
Grange strategically eyed the log, standing still for a moment before he took off at a gallop. Instead of taking the middle of the tree, he swerved, leaping over the space just between some broken branches and the trunk of the tree - the smallest portion of the log - landing on the other side with a slight thump.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2014 10:03:55 GMT -5
Greer chuckled at the horses method of just barely clearing the log.
"Brava." She said, darting toward him quietly while his back was turned, shouldering him over. "Tip number 534. Never turn your back on your opponent." She said, before twisting her hooves between his as soon as he was able to climb to his hooves.The mud beneath their hooves was churned and swirled all around. Clumps of grass strewn about, clouded by the dark grey sky. A few drops of rain flecked onto her black and nose, and she shook them off. The air was chilled, and a snapping cold wind blew leaves and dirt about like a dance of earth. A dance of battle.
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Post by valiantshadow on Nov 24, 2014 20:55:04 GMT -5
"So you number these," the stallion said, rearing up as he untangled his hooves from hers. While still in the air, he lashed out with his front hooves, checking his strength so as not to injure the mare. This, he knew, would probably be the last practice round they got in before Cain drafted the fighters. And he couldn't believe how much he wanted to be in that number. For Grange, it was odd, as he was non aggressive by nature, but circumstance had forced him into this. Now he had the will to back it up, for war was an excuse to turn away from everything weighing him down in the herd. War was the answer to his problems, it seemed. So, with this in mind, he focused on the fight. Every breath, every movement and shifting weight was taken into account, as he knew this would be his final test. This was the last chance he had.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 7:56:43 GMT -5
Darting to the left, Greer easily avoided a sharp hoof to the shoulder. She ducked as his other hoof nearly landed a hit on her flank. She quickly turned around, ducking and darting ducking and adarting before landed a bite on his crest and swinging her neck hard, using the move she used to flip him over. Her teeth werent in enough to hurt him but just enough to get a good grip.
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Post by valiantshadow on Nov 25, 2014 23:18:50 GMT -5
Grange snapped at her tail, keeping his teeth from actually meeting it, as he knew the base would still be sore. Instead, he leaped around her, coming up on her other side to ram his bony shoulder into hers, unbalancing the mare slightly. Now was the most intense part of the match; both of them were straining to win, but unlike their first bout were not set on shedding blood today. Grange could only wonder which of them would come out victor as they tussled; it was too close to call yet. Only at the end of this match could a winner for the sparring tournament be announced.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 11:26:19 GMT -5
Greer regained her balance and chuckled lightly. She dashed to his left but easily spun around on her heals, and brushing against his flank, before spinning and delivering a buck to his side. If this were a real battle she could of broken his ribs or easily knocked him to the ground, but she kicked lighter, knowing this wasnt a fight like the first. This was training, not a bloody brawl.
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