09-15-2015, 11:34 PM
<center><style> #hurricane {width: 576px; background: -webkit-linear-gradient(bottom, rgba(224,224,224,0), rgba(224,224,224,1) 60px); background: -o-linear-gradient(top, rgba(224,224,224,0), rgba(224,224,224,1) 60px); background: -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(224,224,224,0), rgba(224,224,224,1)60px); background: -linear-gradient(to top, rgba(224,224,224,0), rgba(224,224,224,1)60px);}</style><div style="background-color: #e0e0e0; background:url('http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/insane43/Pixabay4_zpsgmxegk3c.jpg') bottom no-repeat; width: 576px; height: 100%; bottom: 0px;"><div id="hurricane" style="width: 576px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 50px; margin-bottom: 440px;"><div style="width: 526px; position: relative; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; color: #363636; line-height: 100%;">He sees him coming long before he arrives. The battlegrounds are a flat, open expanse, allowing for a clear line of sight. He pays little mind to the distant storm. He hopes to have this squabble finished long before it arrives. The Chamber had stolen from them, and he aims to fix it, nothing more. This battle is not being waged because he is angry, but rather because there is a wrong that needs righting. He will fight with a cool head. Anger has little place on the battlefield. It serves only to distract you.
Dark, steely eyes boring into his opponent, he carefully monitors his approach. The Chamber man comes directly for him, picking up speed as he does so. Though Hurricane does not move, he does brace for Warship’s attack. His wings are tucked neatly against his sides so as to prevent them from getting in the way. His breathing is steady, as controlled as Warship’s no doubt is.
He notes that Warship’s aim is slightly angled towards his left. Standing at the ready, he waits. At the last moment, Warship skids to a halt, throwing his upraised head to the left in an effort to gouge Hurricane with his sharp horns. Flinching to the right, Hurricane flings his head upwards instinctively in an attempt to avoid the threat. The tip of the general’s horn catches his cheek, grazing the skin and tearing a line several inches long that instantly wells with blood. As far as injuries go, it could have been worse. Perhaps chewing might be painful for a few days, but he is a Tundra man. He has dealt with far worse.
The seasoned general does not hesitate before executing his second attack. As his weight is already settled primarily on his rear, he uses that to raise his forehand in order to strike out at Hurricane’s shoulder. This time however, the gray stallion does not wait for Warship’s attack. Instead Hurricane launches straight into his own. In horses, rearing is invariably a physically off-balancing act. A horse is meant to distribute its weight across both forehand and rear, and by transferring the majority of its weight onto either quarter, it is by default putting itself into a more precarious position. Hurricane does not hesitate to take advantage of this fact. Rather than retreating from Warship’s attack, he moves into it. Using the powerful force of his collected haunches, Hurricane launches himself into the general. Unfurling his wings, he lifts them up and out of the way of the attack while using them to offer a distraction from his motives. Having moved slightly right in Warship’s initial attack, he is in a better position to affect the most damage. And though Warship’s hooves scrape roughly against his side, bruising and abrading as they go, Hurricane’s forward momentum pushes him onward. Ducking his head to the right, he uses the force of his haunches and the weight of his body to shove his left shoulder (hopefully) into the Warship’s exposed flank and stifle. Having put himself off-balance by lifting his forelegs from the ground, Warship’s position is vulnerable. Hurricane hopes to take advantage of that. With any luck, he’ll knock his legs from beneath him. He isn’t holding out hope for that option however. There are several moves Warship could make in an attempt to avoid him, although all of them would involve putting his forehand back on the ground in quite a hurry (and, with luck, disorienting him). Moving either backwards or sideways would lessen (or perhaps even allow him to avoid) the blow, leaving the general quite safely on his feet.
Like Warship, he does not wait to execute his next attack. In the likely event that Warship has managed to retain his footing, Hurricane does not take the time to turn around in order to aim another strike at his opponent. Instead, he uses his wings to create a back draft that halts him as well as giving him a slight lift. Glancing back, he does not even pause before bucking out his powerful rear legs, aiming for the black stallion’s barrel. Unfortunately he is at an angle, so the power of his attack would be greatly reduced if he hits his desired target. Nevertheless, a hit on the other man’s ribcage would be painful and could possibly affect movement (for nearly all movements cause expansion or contraction of the barrel, which would be troublesome if bruised) as well as breathing. His own bruised ribcage aches fiercely as he kicks back his hind legs, but it is too late to rethink the attack as he has already committed himself. Also unfortunate is the fact that this attack could be much more easily avoided than his prior attack. But Hurricane is working with what he is given, hoping that the surprise and swiftness of the attack works in his favor. Besides, if he got really lucky, he might catch the Chamber man’s soft underbelly, causing even more damage than he might have hoped. A hit on that area would be even more painful and debilitating than a hit on Warship’s barrel.
He does not even wait until his feet are back on the ground before he invokes his invisibility. By the time his feet are firmly planted and he has turned to face Warship, his body has fully disappeared, leaving the general to guess his location. He is done making this easy on the man.</div></div><div style="width: 576px; position: relative; bottom: 470px; left: -100px; font-size: 10pt; padding-top:0px; margin-top: 10px; color: #363636; font-style: italic; line-height: 100%;">There is never a day that goes by</div><div style="width: 576px; position: relative; bottom: 480px; left: 20px; font-size: 10pt; padding-top:0px; margin-top: 10px; color: #363636; font-style: italic; line-height: 100%;">that is a good day to die.</div><div style="width: 576px; position: relative; bottom: 480px; left: 100px; font-size: 14pt; color: #363636; line-height: 100%;">Hurricane</div></div></center><center><font color=black size=1>html c Insane</font></center>
Dark, steely eyes boring into his opponent, he carefully monitors his approach. The Chamber man comes directly for him, picking up speed as he does so. Though Hurricane does not move, he does brace for Warship’s attack. His wings are tucked neatly against his sides so as to prevent them from getting in the way. His breathing is steady, as controlled as Warship’s no doubt is.
He notes that Warship’s aim is slightly angled towards his left. Standing at the ready, he waits. At the last moment, Warship skids to a halt, throwing his upraised head to the left in an effort to gouge Hurricane with his sharp horns. Flinching to the right, Hurricane flings his head upwards instinctively in an attempt to avoid the threat. The tip of the general’s horn catches his cheek, grazing the skin and tearing a line several inches long that instantly wells with blood. As far as injuries go, it could have been worse. Perhaps chewing might be painful for a few days, but he is a Tundra man. He has dealt with far worse.
The seasoned general does not hesitate before executing his second attack. As his weight is already settled primarily on his rear, he uses that to raise his forehand in order to strike out at Hurricane’s shoulder. This time however, the gray stallion does not wait for Warship’s attack. Instead Hurricane launches straight into his own. In horses, rearing is invariably a physically off-balancing act. A horse is meant to distribute its weight across both forehand and rear, and by transferring the majority of its weight onto either quarter, it is by default putting itself into a more precarious position. Hurricane does not hesitate to take advantage of this fact. Rather than retreating from Warship’s attack, he moves into it. Using the powerful force of his collected haunches, Hurricane launches himself into the general. Unfurling his wings, he lifts them up and out of the way of the attack while using them to offer a distraction from his motives. Having moved slightly right in Warship’s initial attack, he is in a better position to affect the most damage. And though Warship’s hooves scrape roughly against his side, bruising and abrading as they go, Hurricane’s forward momentum pushes him onward. Ducking his head to the right, he uses the force of his haunches and the weight of his body to shove his left shoulder (hopefully) into the Warship’s exposed flank and stifle. Having put himself off-balance by lifting his forelegs from the ground, Warship’s position is vulnerable. Hurricane hopes to take advantage of that. With any luck, he’ll knock his legs from beneath him. He isn’t holding out hope for that option however. There are several moves Warship could make in an attempt to avoid him, although all of them would involve putting his forehand back on the ground in quite a hurry (and, with luck, disorienting him). Moving either backwards or sideways would lessen (or perhaps even allow him to avoid) the blow, leaving the general quite safely on his feet.
Like Warship, he does not wait to execute his next attack. In the likely event that Warship has managed to retain his footing, Hurricane does not take the time to turn around in order to aim another strike at his opponent. Instead, he uses his wings to create a back draft that halts him as well as giving him a slight lift. Glancing back, he does not even pause before bucking out his powerful rear legs, aiming for the black stallion’s barrel. Unfortunately he is at an angle, so the power of his attack would be greatly reduced if he hits his desired target. Nevertheless, a hit on the other man’s ribcage would be painful and could possibly affect movement (for nearly all movements cause expansion or contraction of the barrel, which would be troublesome if bruised) as well as breathing. His own bruised ribcage aches fiercely as he kicks back his hind legs, but it is too late to rethink the attack as he has already committed himself. Also unfortunate is the fact that this attack could be much more easily avoided than his prior attack. But Hurricane is working with what he is given, hoping that the surprise and swiftness of the attack works in his favor. Besides, if he got really lucky, he might catch the Chamber man’s soft underbelly, causing even more damage than he might have hoped. A hit on that area would be even more painful and debilitating than a hit on Warship’s barrel.
He does not even wait until his feet are back on the ground before he invokes his invisibility. By the time his feet are firmly planted and he has turned to face Warship, his body has fully disappeared, leaving the general to guess his location. He is done making this easy on the man.</div></div><div style="width: 576px; position: relative; bottom: 470px; left: -100px; font-size: 10pt; padding-top:0px; margin-top: 10px; color: #363636; font-style: italic; line-height: 100%;">There is never a day that goes by</div><div style="width: 576px; position: relative; bottom: 480px; left: 20px; font-size: 10pt; padding-top:0px; margin-top: 10px; color: #363636; font-style: italic; line-height: 100%;">that is a good day to die.</div><div style="width: 576px; position: relative; bottom: 480px; left: 100px; font-size: 14pt; color: #363636; line-height: 100%;">Hurricane</div></div></center><center><font color=black size=1>html c Insane</font></center>