05-19-2016, 08:04 PM
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When his funny buddy speaks out, quite pissy, he observes, naturally, Chem lets a laugh fall from his grinning lips, hissing with a fake sigh as he shakes his head. “<i>You've got me quivering like a leaf now, boyo.</i>” Still laughing as the scene begins to unfold as most fights do. They're growling and grunting, gauging the ground with their massive feet, they push, kick, bite and wrestle.. A typical stallion clash, so far. Chunks of turf fly, the already fading mists are disturbed by their sweaty jostling. The dust clouds rise to mix into the air, dissipating soon after with the soft breezes sweep through to refresh the atmosphere. They each leave big wounds in the dry dirt they fight on. A circle of hoof-prints starts to show itself.
Chem's first attack somehow found itself completely evaded and he's left confused afterward, with only a mouth full of hair to show for his efforts. Quick thinking leads him to fall to his feet (as he was in a rearing position before) and pull the mouthful of forelock with him toward the ground. Driving his opponents nose into the pebbles and sand would certainly be delightful, but so far the roany boy has been rather slick in avoiding his strikes. A small part of the darker stallion stirs with his own version of emotional disturbance. He feels riled – his blood feels like it's boiling, his muscles clenched and his jaw the same. He doesn't like being dodged. He does like wasted energy... He braces himself for the roan's next move.
A kick to the dark gray lips as he grabs for a breath when Archam's hooves hit. Even with no wind in his lungs he lets out a gaspy laugh. At the time of the kick he was close enough for the smack of both hooves to hurt, to land where they wanted to, but for nothing to burst or crack under their momentum. It'll bruise and swell, that's all it will do. The pain is a dull burn, spreading with it's prickly feverish feeling but the masochistic side of him is delighted to be dealt a blow he can laugh at.
Only a few seconds go by before the darker of the two stallions goes charging for the other. His long strides eat up the small space between them, his neck snaked out, making him looking like an earless obsidian hair monster ready to gobble up its enemy. He aims his advance for Archam's front end, coming at him from the right. His first instinct is to scrape his teeth against face-flesh – preferably that sensitive bridge of his nose. If he could manage to grab and tear, that is what he'd love to do, but he's weary of just how slippery Archam can be. He's careful to make sure he keeps biting at the stallion's face (including toward his eyes, but won't try to injure his eyes, that's a little much).
<b>Summary:</b> His 'defense' is ripping away with whatever bits of forelock he managed to grab from his failed attack before. Archams attack is completely successful but due to Chem's close proximity it isn't hard enough to do much damage besides the typical bruises and such. Chemdog's attack is a charge and repeated biting at Archie's face, hoping to get a nice piece of him this time [;
<center><div id="imjustalittleunwell">chemdog</div><div style="font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 1px;">astra inclinant, sed non obligant.</div></center></div></div></center>
When his funny buddy speaks out, quite pissy, he observes, naturally, Chem lets a laugh fall from his grinning lips, hissing with a fake sigh as he shakes his head. “<i>You've got me quivering like a leaf now, boyo.</i>” Still laughing as the scene begins to unfold as most fights do. They're growling and grunting, gauging the ground with their massive feet, they push, kick, bite and wrestle.. A typical stallion clash, so far. Chunks of turf fly, the already fading mists are disturbed by their sweaty jostling. The dust clouds rise to mix into the air, dissipating soon after with the soft breezes sweep through to refresh the atmosphere. They each leave big wounds in the dry dirt they fight on. A circle of hoof-prints starts to show itself.
Chem's first attack somehow found itself completely evaded and he's left confused afterward, with only a mouth full of hair to show for his efforts. Quick thinking leads him to fall to his feet (as he was in a rearing position before) and pull the mouthful of forelock with him toward the ground. Driving his opponents nose into the pebbles and sand would certainly be delightful, but so far the roany boy has been rather slick in avoiding his strikes. A small part of the darker stallion stirs with his own version of emotional disturbance. He feels riled – his blood feels like it's boiling, his muscles clenched and his jaw the same. He doesn't like being dodged. He does like wasted energy... He braces himself for the roan's next move.
A kick to the dark gray lips as he grabs for a breath when Archam's hooves hit. Even with no wind in his lungs he lets out a gaspy laugh. At the time of the kick he was close enough for the smack of both hooves to hurt, to land where they wanted to, but for nothing to burst or crack under their momentum. It'll bruise and swell, that's all it will do. The pain is a dull burn, spreading with it's prickly feverish feeling but the masochistic side of him is delighted to be dealt a blow he can laugh at.
Only a few seconds go by before the darker of the two stallions goes charging for the other. His long strides eat up the small space between them, his neck snaked out, making him looking like an earless obsidian hair monster ready to gobble up its enemy. He aims his advance for Archam's front end, coming at him from the right. His first instinct is to scrape his teeth against face-flesh – preferably that sensitive bridge of his nose. If he could manage to grab and tear, that is what he'd love to do, but he's weary of just how slippery Archam can be. He's careful to make sure he keeps biting at the stallion's face (including toward his eyes, but won't try to injure his eyes, that's a little much).
<b>Summary:</b> His 'defense' is ripping away with whatever bits of forelock he managed to grab from his failed attack before. Archams attack is completely successful but due to Chem's close proximity it isn't hard enough to do much damage besides the typical bruises and such. Chemdog's attack is a charge and repeated biting at Archie's face, hoping to get a nice piece of him this time [;
<center><div id="imjustalittleunwell">chemdog</div><div style="font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 1px;">astra inclinant, sed non obligant.</div></center></div></div></center>
