06-29-2017, 07:34 PM
Through despair and hope, Through faith and love. Till we find our place, on the path unwinding.
Chaos erupts.
Zenith is caught off guard by the frenzy of the scene. Around him, -gladiators- attack and wheel as if their lives depended on it, screams and growls fill the air. The wind is fierce, whipping grit with force and he squeezes his lids shut over his emerald eyes. He takes this moment to cover his neck and chest entirely with his thick lion’s mane. He considers changing completely, but it was too difficult to spar as a big cat. With vicious claws and his lithe feline frame, it was blood or nothing - so he remains mostly equine. Middle ground was easier to achieve in this hulking clumsy form.
But his movements are anything but clumsy as he opens his eyes, already on the move. Beasts and nightmares cut through the tremulant air around him, but one (who is nearing so quickly) holds his gaze. The compact gold mustang gallops with reckless abandon, throwing himself towards Zenith– anything but subtle.
A for effort.
But Zenith would not be tackled or caught off guard by such an onslaught. The charging stallion fully commits to his attack, blunt teeth flashing and his front legs rising from the ground.
Hmmm - He purrs, using the second he has been given to position himself before contact.
And there it is. The mustang had aimed for his neck and he strikes true. Aten’s face is nearly buried in his mane and Zenith hesitates, awaiting the solid connection of a bite.
His neck is supple and he does not slow at momentum of the other stallion – until he does.
Momentarily the two bodies flow together, until Zenith falls into a crouch, each of his movement flavored with a feline nimbleness. Every muscle across his frame tightens as he checks the heavier stallion’s momentum. He anticipates that the mustang hybrid (who only had two feet at most on the ground) will be caught off guard by his sudden change of direction, and gives a sharp shake of his thickly furred neck.
Feeling free of the brute, he spins quickly so his rear is facing the (hopefully stumbling or grounded) roan. He gathers his power in his haunches and strikes out quickly with solid back hooves. His ears are alert and eyes sparking – ready for more attacks from any direction.
ZENITH
@[Aten] Basically… whip lash and a swift kick to the arse.