Ultima
Fight, fight, fight!
The feeling in his head persisted, tormenting the stallion as he stood upon the sand. The steady throb increasing as a grating chuckled filled the air. He turned to see the dark stallion standing there, laughing at him. His eyes narrowed, but otherwise his face revealed nothing. His words were irritating as he spoke. Apparently all he saw was a cat, not a feline that had transformed into a giant snake that proceeded to crush his very being within its coils. That crushing pain continued within his skull, fouling his mood.
When he was younger he would have leaped at the chance to fight another. As arrogant as the stallion that stood before him. But not anymore. He had been honed and weathered by time. He was no longer a weapon that swung aimlessly at every possible opponent. He was a finely honed blade, patient and cunning in its battles. But beggars couldn't be chooser. He was required to challenge another. And this irritating, brat had so kindly presented himself. Like a lamb to the slaughter.
Without a word the older native turned. He was silent as he stepped closer to the other. When he was close enough the stallion's head lowered. The two, wickedly sharp horns atop his snout glinted in the dim light as he pointed them towards his opponent. This action was quick, it came without a word or warning as he charged. He would not give the other a chance to react. He would have to realize they were fighting or get skewered by his horns. His target was the other's shoulder. If he hit he could deal a crippling blow to the other before moving away. He knew not what the other possessed in terms of skill or magic, and so he sought to limit his movements, just in case.
talk talk talk talk
When he was younger he would have leaped at the chance to fight another. As arrogant as the stallion that stood before him. But not anymore. He had been honed and weathered by time. He was no longer a weapon that swung aimlessly at every possible opponent. He was a finely honed blade, patient and cunning in its battles. But beggars couldn't be chooser. He was required to challenge another. And this irritating, brat had so kindly presented himself. Like a lamb to the slaughter.
Without a word the older native turned. He was silent as he stepped closer to the other. When he was close enough the stallion's head lowered. The two, wickedly sharp horns atop his snout glinted in the dim light as he pointed them towards his opponent. This action was quick, it came without a word or warning as he charged. He would not give the other a chance to react. He would have to realize they were fighting or get skewered by his horns. His target was the other's shoulder. If he hit he could deal a crippling blow to the other before moving away. He knew not what the other possessed in terms of skill or magic, and so he sought to limit his movements, just in case.
talk talk talk talk
Watcher
Take me as I am, or don't.
Cause I don't give a dang, no.
That's who I am.
Cause I don't give a dang, no.
That's who I am.
ooc: Ru, without word or warning charges Ricochet, aiming to plunge his horns into the other stallion's shoulder. @Ricochet.
You have my permission to use magic/force against Ru.
Maiming and killing is not allowed. You can always message me if you're not sure about anything/want to plot something out. =D
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Maiming and killing is not allowed. You can always message me if you're not sure about anything/want to plot something out. =D
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