04-12-2018, 09:20 PM
Challenge accepted. Keep your wits about you, simpleton.
Character Stats -
Modicum Mortem
Male
13hh
Esperia Pony
No traits
Battle Stats -
Strength: 3
Speed: 7
Agility: 5
Intuition: 4
Accuracy: 7
He answers the call. Truthfully, the ebony stallion had been looking for a fight; he had been looking to cause some trouble. It seemed that his initial plan had worked, and he had successfully stirred the pot. The relationship between Ischia and Sylva was deteriorated, and he was the cause.
His crooked teeth turn up into a wicked smile as he approaches Klaudius. <b> “Children are more fun to torture,”</b> He says with a shrug of the shoulder. <b> “Their fear <I>tastes</I> better.”</b> His serpent’s tongue slides along the edges of his mouth, and he lets out an deafening cackle. The implication that he had touched his daughter in an unsavory way was sure to strike a nerve.
Time to get serious. His face falls as he sizes up his opponent. By all accounts, he was the underdog. Klaudius was larger in stature, more robust, and he had traits on his side. Mortem would just have to rely on the things that he did have - speed, agility, and precision.
The clown looks over his challenger’s body. With what he knew of wings, they were a good place to attack first. Take out the appendages, and he wouldn’t be able to get out of Morty’s range (which wouldn’t be hard, considering his short stature). Klaudius would have to battle face to face, no fleeing. The joker eyes the humerus bone of the left wing. A powerful enough blow to this part of his anatomy would certainly keep him grounded for the rest of the battle.
Modicum Mortem gauges how high he will have to kick to reach his wing. As long as he makes contact between the deltoid and radius, he should be in the clear. Swiftly, the clown shifts his body and lets out his most forceful buck, hoping accuracy would be on his side.
When he is sure he had made contact, he gallops out of Klaudius’ way. The further he fled, the greater the chance of his opponent’s attack failing.
God, this felt too good.
Character Stats -
Modicum Mortem
Male
13hh
Esperia Pony
No traits
Battle Stats -
Strength: 3
Speed: 7
Agility: 5
Intuition: 4
Accuracy: 7
He answers the call. Truthfully, the ebony stallion had been looking for a fight; he had been looking to cause some trouble. It seemed that his initial plan had worked, and he had successfully stirred the pot. The relationship between Ischia and Sylva was deteriorated, and he was the cause.
His crooked teeth turn up into a wicked smile as he approaches Klaudius. <b> “Children are more fun to torture,”</b> He says with a shrug of the shoulder. <b> “Their fear <I>tastes</I> better.”</b> His serpent’s tongue slides along the edges of his mouth, and he lets out an deafening cackle. The implication that he had touched his daughter in an unsavory way was sure to strike a nerve.
Time to get serious. His face falls as he sizes up his opponent. By all accounts, he was the underdog. Klaudius was larger in stature, more robust, and he had traits on his side. Mortem would just have to rely on the things that he did have - speed, agility, and precision.
The clown looks over his challenger’s body. With what he knew of wings, they were a good place to attack first. Take out the appendages, and he wouldn’t be able to get out of Morty’s range (which wouldn’t be hard, considering his short stature). Klaudius would have to battle face to face, no fleeing. The joker eyes the humerus bone of the left wing. A powerful enough blow to this part of his anatomy would certainly keep him grounded for the rest of the battle.
Modicum Mortem gauges how high he will have to kick to reach his wing. As long as he makes contact between the deltoid and radius, he should be in the clear. Swiftly, the clown shifts his body and lets out his most forceful buck, hoping accuracy would be on his side.
When he is sure he had made contact, he gallops out of Klaudius’ way. The further he fled, the greater the chance of his opponent’s attack failing.
God, this felt too good.
|Proceed with Caution|