Ambush[[Fight.To.The.Death]]

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope watched all this come down in such a little amount of time. Her eyes grew cold. The vixen had never met Rosabella but had seen her around. She saw the pain that was inflicted on her. She bolted With dead beauty up to the bi-colored vixen. She raised her fore-quarters and struck out hoping to strike the vixen at least once. Quickly whirling around and lifting her haunches in a rhythmic motion. This shortened her breath. She stopped after a few dozen times. She whipped around to see if she inflicted any pain on her opponent.


This is how i got taught to Role play fighting. I mean.. You can't always hit someone, so that is why there are judges.. but speaking of tall of us are in this.. i don't know what to do.. lol.. Anyway this is how i got taught.. Cause then you don't power play. Not criticizing anyone's fighting but.... If any of you went on when HL was still roleplaying.. You would recognize my style. For those who don't know.. this was HL's style. enough of me blabbering though..lol.

[Magic]

Staggering, the essa with a coat of swirled colours, she tugged fiercely on Magic's flesh. Pain ripped through the area that had been ripped. Blood immediately began to ooz from the wound. It wasn't as bad as it felt, luckily. Magic shreiked, knowing more red, and pain, was to come. Her orbs darted to her shoulder, but she looked back at the she-devil near by. The sick thing was watching her.

With a toss of her wild dreads, ivories ground together. Was death to come? If so, at least she'd lived the best of it. The paint struck the ground with her hind legs, reving up, and galloping to the rear of her victim. Front-feet slammed down, and all four haulted. Her neck lowered, and jaws clamped together on the wenches thigh. She hoped to tear at some muscle.

Clam shells released, feeling the frog of a hoove dig into her. No noise erupted from her, but a jolt of pain did arrive. The one who had done this, turned around, and kicked her numerous times. The last thrash was comming her way, but she couldn't dodge it, having no air in her lungs, from the previous blows. If they were to keep this up, she would be on the ground in no time.

OOC: Holy smokes! I hope she doesn't die. : P

[Wildfire]

Artemis shook her dome hearing what Magic meant behind her words. I am not pregnant right now. Orbs looked frantically at the fight. I will fight if Carzeth needs me. She said with a finality. Front pillars reared up and a scream escaped her maw at the same time she heard Halloween. Good, we have a lot of herd members here. She thought to herself. Harks lay down upon her crown and she eyed the equines of the other herd, waiting for any to challenge her.

[camino]

[[Wildfire, it might be a ood idea to help Magic.]]

Before Quixtant could do anymore harm to the demon, the black lord galloped to the clash of mares. He went toward the Lead Mare, and ripped at her neck. He leapt backward, defending Magic. Why weren't Aretemis or Halloween stepping in?

[.r e e d.]

QUIXTANTIt Was All Fun And Games-Till I Came[/size]
That did it. Quixtant lunged at Carzeth. He ignored the pain in his mighty pipe. Don't dare mess with his herd. He caught a hold at Carzeth's neck and ripped it down to his shoulder. There was no way he could dodge it, he ignored the crimson coming from his pipe. He ignored everything else. All he was worried about was getting this goddamn dumbass outta here. Tears entered his orbs at the site of his Goddess's pain. It made him madder. He lunged again and this time caught Carzeth with his front hooves, leaving ribs bruised, maybe a couple cracked....... /Just take the blows please? I took the others\

[Magic]

OOC: Tox, that's sort of powerplaying....

[.r e e d.]

Well, everyone else is sort of too. Yeah, welll.....

[camino]

No, we don't. We say stuff like-
She bit the mare, and jumped back, waiting for the next attack.
But we never go as far as-
He tore the skin right off him and left his ribs cracked.

[camino]

Carzeth thrashed his head in pain. His gaping wounds stung like no other. He whirled around, pinned his ears, and grabbed his throatlach. He trashed it around, left it torn. Pain was all he felt. He breathed harder and sharper. He was coming down. But he wasn't giving up.

[sibber-chow]

[OoC|| I'm going to step in and say this: there is quite a bit of power-playing going on. So, I suggest fighting like Itasca said, leave the attacks fairly open so there is room for the opponent to get hit or dodge. And, take this in mind opponents; for every five posts, try to only do two dodges. That is how I have always roleplayed, and it seems reasonable. I hope that this helps y'all. Good luck to all horses involved!!!]

[Wildfire]

Artemis galloped quickly over to Magic, the mare wouldn't make it, she couldn't, not without her help. Ivories bared at the essa Magic was fighting. Pillars pawed the air as she reared up and let out a roar of fury. Ivories lunged forward and took aim at her jugular, all the power she had went into her mighty jaws.

[.r e e d.]

A sting entered his neck, his orbs burned, the devils laughed within them. His jaws launched, searching for his enemy. Crimson dripped from his wounds, but he knew they weren't deathly. But Carzeth's might, and he smirked at that. He killed another bastard, he could kill another. He locked orbs with Artemis. The enemy was locked in his devil. His auds layed back to his skull and he charged at the vixen. //I give you a chance to dodge or take it\\ And then got beside his mate. His bugle sounded in the air, calling his warriors to keep at it. The enemy was almost defeated. Quixtant's herd was bigger, and had a small land. They deserved Xan's land, not Carzeth. //In his mind\\ His pillars stomped the ground, causing imprints on the bare earth. His auds stayed against his skull, crimson gushed to the ground. Well, not as much as gushed.... Rather dripped.... He bared his ivories at the enemy, his nares flared and quivered. This was fun! Orbs shot razer glares. He was mad.....