OOC - I decided to refer to them as Kratos and Kratos II because its obvs easier. Kratos isn’t fighting with his trait but Kratos II is because I think its funzies. Also, not my best effort but I have tons of posts
ARMY TRAINING II:
There is no true summer in the Tundra, the wind still bit at your skin and the ground still threatened to spill you to your knees if you weren’t sure about your steps. So Kratos is careful with his footing when he comes to the crude mocking arena Errant has erected.
It was alluring to look upon your adversary and see yourself as you had never before – through the eyes of your opponent. He eyes up his doppelganger (which allows his opponent to do the same) before he begins to make his way at a steady trot, approaching him when he feels the sun is hot on his spine. Kratos is impressed with himself when he looks upon his mirror image, to say the least (which would do nothing for his already big head anyways). He was huge and imposing, like his father and blessed with the wild coloration of his mother. They are, of course, of equal height and strength – which will make this especially difficult. Kratos keeps his eyes on Kratos II as he comes, watching closely for changes in movement as instinctually, Kratos II won’t stay stationary as he closes the space between them, but that’s okay – he doesn’t expect him to.
Kratos doesn’t approach completely head on, he’s angled slightly to the left of Kratos II, approaching his right shoulder. But he doesn’t stop at his shoulder, he continues to move past him until his right hip is parallel with Kratos II’s flank area. Kratos takes a few steps to his left and drops his head, angling his back end before digging his forelegs into the icy ground and then throwing his back hooves as hard as he can into whatever he can connect with. Kratos hopes for the ribs and even though the space between them wouldn’t have allowed him enough force to crack a rib, it would certainly do enough to make his other self mildly winded throughout the rest of the battle.
But like previously stated, Kratos doesn’t expect him to stand stationary as he sets up his attack and so perhaps he tries to follow Kratos’ body as he begins to turn to the left, turning his own body with it. That would leave Kratos’ hooves to possibly make contact with a forearm or shoulder. Or perhaps he turns to mirror his own moves, turning his hind end to Kratos’ own. Although this would not be ideal, as Kratos has seen horses get their legs tangled up within each other in this fashion, his hooves could still find purchase in a thigh, or gaskin, depending on the exact angle.
As soon as his hooves hit the ground he is moving away at a gallop, veering to the right as he bends his shoulder to face himself with waiting eyes.
Kratos II is as impressed with himself as Kratos had been, they were gaudily painted titans and the illusion of their strength was strong. He sizes his opponent up with calculating eyes and his black lips part to drip lightning to the icy ground beneath them as Kratos comes.
Horses can and will move to avoid an attack and Kratos II is no different, as Kratos passed him he, too, veers to his left, extending the distance between himself and the flying hooves. And as he moves, lightning is slipping from his lips to envelope his body like armor. And of course Kratos II is not quick enough (the bigger the boulder the harder to roll it) to entirely escape the attack and so he feels the heavy hooves crashing into his right thigh. The force is heavy but he does not stumble, instead he takes the opportunity of Kratos’ hooves crashing into his lightning side to send what would be a formidable, but be in all honestly, quite weak side splash of burning electricity right into his hooves and at least partially up his back legs. Contact with lightning, even on the lightest levels has been known to cause severe thermal burns to parts of the body that come into contact with it. It actually damages that area of the body on a cellular level.
Kratos II feels the other stallion’s hooves leave his side and he does not send his lightning away after him as he strides away. As soon as he hears the departing hooves, he does the same. Taking a few long-legged steps, he turns to face himself, was that burnt flesh he smelled?
ARMY TRAINING II:
There is no true summer in the Tundra, the wind still bit at your skin and the ground still threatened to spill you to your knees if you weren’t sure about your steps. So Kratos is careful with his footing when he comes to the crude mocking arena Errant has erected.
It was alluring to look upon your adversary and see yourself as you had never before – through the eyes of your opponent. He eyes up his doppelganger (which allows his opponent to do the same) before he begins to make his way at a steady trot, approaching him when he feels the sun is hot on his spine. Kratos is impressed with himself when he looks upon his mirror image, to say the least (which would do nothing for his already big head anyways). He was huge and imposing, like his father and blessed with the wild coloration of his mother. They are, of course, of equal height and strength – which will make this especially difficult. Kratos keeps his eyes on Kratos II as he comes, watching closely for changes in movement as instinctually, Kratos II won’t stay stationary as he closes the space between them, but that’s okay – he doesn’t expect him to.
Kratos doesn’t approach completely head on, he’s angled slightly to the left of Kratos II, approaching his right shoulder. But he doesn’t stop at his shoulder, he continues to move past him until his right hip is parallel with Kratos II’s flank area. Kratos takes a few steps to his left and drops his head, angling his back end before digging his forelegs into the icy ground and then throwing his back hooves as hard as he can into whatever he can connect with. Kratos hopes for the ribs and even though the space between them wouldn’t have allowed him enough force to crack a rib, it would certainly do enough to make his other self mildly winded throughout the rest of the battle.
But like previously stated, Kratos doesn’t expect him to stand stationary as he sets up his attack and so perhaps he tries to follow Kratos’ body as he begins to turn to the left, turning his own body with it. That would leave Kratos’ hooves to possibly make contact with a forearm or shoulder. Or perhaps he turns to mirror his own moves, turning his hind end to Kratos’ own. Although this would not be ideal, as Kratos has seen horses get their legs tangled up within each other in this fashion, his hooves could still find purchase in a thigh, or gaskin, depending on the exact angle.
As soon as his hooves hit the ground he is moving away at a gallop, veering to the right as he bends his shoulder to face himself with waiting eyes.
Kratos II is as impressed with himself as Kratos had been, they were gaudily painted titans and the illusion of their strength was strong. He sizes his opponent up with calculating eyes and his black lips part to drip lightning to the icy ground beneath them as Kratos comes.
Horses can and will move to avoid an attack and Kratos II is no different, as Kratos passed him he, too, veers to his left, extending the distance between himself and the flying hooves. And as he moves, lightning is slipping from his lips to envelope his body like armor. And of course Kratos II is not quick enough (the bigger the boulder the harder to roll it) to entirely escape the attack and so he feels the heavy hooves crashing into his right thigh. The force is heavy but he does not stumble, instead he takes the opportunity of Kratos’ hooves crashing into his lightning side to send what would be a formidable, but be in all honestly, quite weak side splash of burning electricity right into his hooves and at least partially up his back legs. Contact with lightning, even on the lightest levels has been known to cause severe thermal burns to parts of the body that come into contact with it. It actually damages that area of the body on a cellular level.
Kratos II feels the other stallion’s hooves leave his side and he does not send his lightning away after him as he strides away. As soon as he hears the departing hooves, he does the same. Taking a few long-legged steps, he turns to face himself, was that burnt flesh he smelled?