04-27-2015, 12:11 AM
The battle grounds are dreary and the wind nips at his skin softly, but there isn’t the heavy threat of snow in the air as was constant in the Tundra. The sun hides behind grey clouds here but the ground is compact and covered in loose dirt – footing much more conducive to a battle than sinking sand or slick ice. Kratos is lax as he waits for the battle to begin, taking time to eye up his opponent as Brennan does the same before taking to the sky.
Kratos is cognizant of the difference in their stature, though this was more of the case than the exception when it came to comparisons to Kratos. Despite his spots there were no mistakes to be had in that his bloodline was strictly influenced by draft and heavy breeds. But he is not disillusioned to think that his sheer size was only a boon and not a hindrance- for while he indeed had strength he lacked in speed and agility.
Kratos has done his homework as well, he knows his Brother holds many battle advantageous traits – perhaps more than any other living, who better to verse him in battle than he? Kratos had completed all the other requests of king Errant in his army caste and this was the logical next step for the spotted giant.
He watches as Brennan climbs into the sky and when he comes, Kratos begins to move too. Brennan makes his approach unnaturally quick – faster than his father or stepmother had ever been able to with their wings and he wonders if the bay stallion had gained another trait he was unaware of. But when the wind screeches and flings dust and dirt towards him, swirling oddly about the winged stallion, Kratos is appeased in the realization that he was only making use of his wind manipulation.
As Brennan continues to approach, he does his best to see through the torrent of wind-flung dirt and stay opposite of the flying stallion’s aim. But with the wind and his opponent descending from the sky, there is only so much he can do besides prepare for the obvious as it comes. Brennan’s forelegs are well aimed on its descent and while he saw it coming, he does not move to rear and risk entangling himself in the bay’s legs and have him come crashing down atop him. So instead he does his best to swing his head away to avoid but he still feels the impact of his opponent’s hooves connect not with his eyes but with his poll. The collision is heavy, with the weight of the descending, flying stallion aimed better than he could defend from the ground.
The impact almost stumbles the stallion for a breath but his legs remain sturdy and before Brennan’s hooves leave his skull – Kratos sends something back with him(that is if he somehow manages to move at the last second and miss striking Kratos). Kratos can manipulate the lightning in the sky, yes – but it is also a living part of the stallion, something that can be summoned from his skin or spat from his black mouth. So when Brennan’s hooves strike his skull, Kratos attempts to send a pulse of lightning back through the same hooves that struck him. Lightning moves at approximately 3700 miles per second – give or take, so it would have been as instantaneous as the headache that now rang in Kratos’ head. Strong enough bands of lightning can send a heart into cardiac arrest – which of course is not the aim with this fight amongst brothers, so the beam that Kratos echoed out would have been enough to numb his forelegs and chest, singe the fur about his legs or perhaps disorientate him enough to take him back down to earth. Regardless, he doesn’t feel the pressure of Brennan’s back hooves as he attempted to attack him a second time.
It’s then that he begins to feel the earth shake beneath his hooves – his head is still ringing and making him slightly unbalanced as he keeps Brennan’s distant but very visible frame carefully in view. Well, as best in view as he could as Brennan used his wind manipulation to continue to fling dust and pebbles to deter his line of vision, So despite the subtle shift beneath his hooves, he is still instinctually watching Brennan’s hovering figure when the battleground’s birth the ice shards. The draft feels an immediate intense pain in his belly where a diagonal shard had cut through his superficial skin fat and although the wound begin to blood liberally – it would certainly not be enough to kill him or substantially drain him of his energy. Instead of dashing further away the stallion takes long leaps towards Brennan, swerving and skittering haphazardly to avoid the sprouting daggers that rose around him. The slice to his stomach is not his only wound, he is poked and sliced more than once, albeit superficially, along his hocks and thighs, leaving him bloodied and surely bruised tomorrow.
Once far enough, as surely Brennan’s power was not ever-reaching, the ice shards no longer come and Kratos has no need to bridge the gap of space between him and his opponent. Kratos was bleeding and winded from the use of his powers, as he was sure Brennan had certainly begun to be – being that he had been continuously using his powers and flying since they started. So when Kratos spits a mouthful of lighting tendrils towards Brennan’s feathered frame – he hopes at least one will hit its mark. He isn’t picky about where it hits Brennan, just as long as it does. The force won’t be as potent as the first batch of lightning he sent for his brother, as his power is not limitless nor is it unlimited – but it would certainly get the job done. Brennan’s wings had served him inexplicably well during the battle, but being the highest thing around isn’t always the best, especially if it’s in a lightning storm.
ooc - I hate to be picky but in my opinion, Brennan technically attacked him three times. When Brennan attacked him from flying, he attempted to hit him the first time with his front hooves and the second time with his back hooves, the third attack was with the ice shards. So that's why I dodged one of the attacks, just fyi.
Kratos is cognizant of the difference in their stature, though this was more of the case than the exception when it came to comparisons to Kratos. Despite his spots there were no mistakes to be had in that his bloodline was strictly influenced by draft and heavy breeds. But he is not disillusioned to think that his sheer size was only a boon and not a hindrance- for while he indeed had strength he lacked in speed and agility.
Kratos has done his homework as well, he knows his Brother holds many battle advantageous traits – perhaps more than any other living, who better to verse him in battle than he? Kratos had completed all the other requests of king Errant in his army caste and this was the logical next step for the spotted giant.
He watches as Brennan climbs into the sky and when he comes, Kratos begins to move too. Brennan makes his approach unnaturally quick – faster than his father or stepmother had ever been able to with their wings and he wonders if the bay stallion had gained another trait he was unaware of. But when the wind screeches and flings dust and dirt towards him, swirling oddly about the winged stallion, Kratos is appeased in the realization that he was only making use of his wind manipulation.
As Brennan continues to approach, he does his best to see through the torrent of wind-flung dirt and stay opposite of the flying stallion’s aim. But with the wind and his opponent descending from the sky, there is only so much he can do besides prepare for the obvious as it comes. Brennan’s forelegs are well aimed on its descent and while he saw it coming, he does not move to rear and risk entangling himself in the bay’s legs and have him come crashing down atop him. So instead he does his best to swing his head away to avoid but he still feels the impact of his opponent’s hooves connect not with his eyes but with his poll. The collision is heavy, with the weight of the descending, flying stallion aimed better than he could defend from the ground.
The impact almost stumbles the stallion for a breath but his legs remain sturdy and before Brennan’s hooves leave his skull – Kratos sends something back with him(that is if he somehow manages to move at the last second and miss striking Kratos). Kratos can manipulate the lightning in the sky, yes – but it is also a living part of the stallion, something that can be summoned from his skin or spat from his black mouth. So when Brennan’s hooves strike his skull, Kratos attempts to send a pulse of lightning back through the same hooves that struck him. Lightning moves at approximately 3700 miles per second – give or take, so it would have been as instantaneous as the headache that now rang in Kratos’ head. Strong enough bands of lightning can send a heart into cardiac arrest – which of course is not the aim with this fight amongst brothers, so the beam that Kratos echoed out would have been enough to numb his forelegs and chest, singe the fur about his legs or perhaps disorientate him enough to take him back down to earth. Regardless, he doesn’t feel the pressure of Brennan’s back hooves as he attempted to attack him a second time.
It’s then that he begins to feel the earth shake beneath his hooves – his head is still ringing and making him slightly unbalanced as he keeps Brennan’s distant but very visible frame carefully in view. Well, as best in view as he could as Brennan used his wind manipulation to continue to fling dust and pebbles to deter his line of vision, So despite the subtle shift beneath his hooves, he is still instinctually watching Brennan’s hovering figure when the battleground’s birth the ice shards. The draft feels an immediate intense pain in his belly where a diagonal shard had cut through his superficial skin fat and although the wound begin to blood liberally – it would certainly not be enough to kill him or substantially drain him of his energy. Instead of dashing further away the stallion takes long leaps towards Brennan, swerving and skittering haphazardly to avoid the sprouting daggers that rose around him. The slice to his stomach is not his only wound, he is poked and sliced more than once, albeit superficially, along his hocks and thighs, leaving him bloodied and surely bruised tomorrow.
Once far enough, as surely Brennan’s power was not ever-reaching, the ice shards no longer come and Kratos has no need to bridge the gap of space between him and his opponent. Kratos was bleeding and winded from the use of his powers, as he was sure Brennan had certainly begun to be – being that he had been continuously using his powers and flying since they started. So when Kratos spits a mouthful of lighting tendrils towards Brennan’s feathered frame – he hopes at least one will hit its mark. He isn’t picky about where it hits Brennan, just as long as it does. The force won’t be as potent as the first batch of lightning he sent for his brother, as his power is not limitless nor is it unlimited – but it would certainly get the job done. Brennan’s wings had served him inexplicably well during the battle, but being the highest thing around isn’t always the best, especially if it’s in a lightning storm.
ooc - I hate to be picky but in my opinion, Brennan technically attacked him three times. When Brennan attacked him from flying, he attempted to hit him the first time with his front hooves and the second time with his back hooves, the third attack was with the ice shards. So that's why I dodged one of the attacks, just fyi.