06-28-2017, 11:51 AM
When Aten had first heard rumors of a potential all-out sparring match taking place in Nerine's territory, he'd been hesitant to participate at first. His main reason for this remained secret from everyone except for him and his leader. But knowing he could come here, to test his skills and find out what sorts of warriors existed in other kingdoms intrigued him. Even if it wasn't the normal type of reconnaissance, it'd be a chance to see how the stallion could hold up against others, whether they were older or younger, bigger or smaller, or had magical gifts like a few of his friends.
So, following the announcement and commencement of the match, Aten joined the others in the arena. He tensed up when the massive boulders that formed the edge of the arena closed in on the fighters, creating a sense of isolation from the outside world. This was really beginning to feel like a gladiator-style fight; almost as if no one could leave until one was left standing. He knew that probably wouldn't be the result, but it didn't ease the ominous feeling in his gut.
In addition to Aten himself, there were a total of ten fighters here, a few mares mixed among the powerful stallions. At this moment, the golden one held nothing but respect for them; it was brave of mares to engage in fighting of this magnitude, whether they were doing it to profess their skills, or get in some training like Aten himself had come here to do.
A large number of battle cries rang up from all the fighters, obviously eager for the match to begin. Aten let out one himself, just to make it seem like he was not intimidated by the others in the arena. When the moment finally came, the sound of thunder echoed through the arena as ten sets of hooves charged into the fray. Aten followed their lead, but wisely hung back to take in the others and see what he could handle.
Aten caught the movement of a white stallion shimmying up next to one of the few mares in the arena. It was obvious to him that either the stallion was going to protect her, or team up with her and take on the other fighters. Unless another joined in for the assault, he knew he couldn't handle both on his own, even if he outranked the mare in size and weight. The white stallion was an impressive sight himself; Aten knew that he probably ranked below the powerful fighter, whether he had more muscle mass or not.
Two other stallions, both a black tobiano in color and differing only in their build by breed, busied themselves in sparring each other. Aten left them alone; though they outranked him in height, he outtalked them in muscle mass, given he was an older age. If he chose to fight them later, then he would, but that was later. Right now, he was after an opponent who could fight on fair terms until the sparring escalated.
A thick gust of air blew threw the arena, nearly knocking Aten off balance. He looked to where it came from, noticing a golden stallion by the edge of the arena. Obviously he was one of the gifted, and Aten knew better than to take one of them on by himself. He'd need some help at least; that, and the golden one appeared to be a distance fighter. Aten would not mock him by saying he was a coward, but there was something to be said about those who chose to avoid real fighting and stayed on the sidelines when they could be helping those they cared for. Yes, this was a gladiator match, but Aten would have more respect for him if he actually got into the fray.
Still, he made a note to perhaps investigate that stallion later on, see where he came from. He'd noticed the mare who brought him here and threw him into the match. Maybe he could get some useful information out of the other golden-coated stallion.
Finally, Aten found another he could take on. A red-dun stallion was also in the middle of everything, one who just about matched Aten in height and weight. The other was a few inches taller than the golden stallion, but Aten, with his mother's lineage, sported a tall but compact build, making him seem a tad bit smaller than his sire. But being compact meant he had power behind him, something that he would use to his advantage.
Bypassing the wind user and doing his best to keep his balance despite the gale force breeze blowing through the arena, Aten charged the red dun stallion head-on. He galloped up until he was within mere inches of the stallion, practically tackling him over in the process. Aten threw his weight forward to try and catch the stallion off guard, his lips pulling back and revealing teeth that were aimed for the stallion's neck. Though not sharp like a predator, horses could use their teeth when needed and boy did it hurt when they broke skin. When he threw himself forward, the stallion also came off his front legs, his knee now poised to land a blow to the red dun's shoulder and breast bone if he did not move away.
OOC: After observing the rest and nearly being knocked off his hooves by Canaan, Aten went for Zenith. He is using his teeth to go for Zenith's neck while his knees are a backup strike to the stallion's shoulder.
@[Zenith]
So, following the announcement and commencement of the match, Aten joined the others in the arena. He tensed up when the massive boulders that formed the edge of the arena closed in on the fighters, creating a sense of isolation from the outside world. This was really beginning to feel like a gladiator-style fight; almost as if no one could leave until one was left standing. He knew that probably wouldn't be the result, but it didn't ease the ominous feeling in his gut.
In addition to Aten himself, there were a total of ten fighters here, a few mares mixed among the powerful stallions. At this moment, the golden one held nothing but respect for them; it was brave of mares to engage in fighting of this magnitude, whether they were doing it to profess their skills, or get in some training like Aten himself had come here to do.
A large number of battle cries rang up from all the fighters, obviously eager for the match to begin. Aten let out one himself, just to make it seem like he was not intimidated by the others in the arena. When the moment finally came, the sound of thunder echoed through the arena as ten sets of hooves charged into the fray. Aten followed their lead, but wisely hung back to take in the others and see what he could handle.
Aten caught the movement of a white stallion shimmying up next to one of the few mares in the arena. It was obvious to him that either the stallion was going to protect her, or team up with her and take on the other fighters. Unless another joined in for the assault, he knew he couldn't handle both on his own, even if he outranked the mare in size and weight. The white stallion was an impressive sight himself; Aten knew that he probably ranked below the powerful fighter, whether he had more muscle mass or not.
Two other stallions, both a black tobiano in color and differing only in their build by breed, busied themselves in sparring each other. Aten left them alone; though they outranked him in height, he outtalked them in muscle mass, given he was an older age. If he chose to fight them later, then he would, but that was later. Right now, he was after an opponent who could fight on fair terms until the sparring escalated.
A thick gust of air blew threw the arena, nearly knocking Aten off balance. He looked to where it came from, noticing a golden stallion by the edge of the arena. Obviously he was one of the gifted, and Aten knew better than to take one of them on by himself. He'd need some help at least; that, and the golden one appeared to be a distance fighter. Aten would not mock him by saying he was a coward, but there was something to be said about those who chose to avoid real fighting and stayed on the sidelines when they could be helping those they cared for. Yes, this was a gladiator match, but Aten would have more respect for him if he actually got into the fray.
Still, he made a note to perhaps investigate that stallion later on, see where he came from. He'd noticed the mare who brought him here and threw him into the match. Maybe he could get some useful information out of the other golden-coated stallion.
Finally, Aten found another he could take on. A red-dun stallion was also in the middle of everything, one who just about matched Aten in height and weight. The other was a few inches taller than the golden stallion, but Aten, with his mother's lineage, sported a tall but compact build, making him seem a tad bit smaller than his sire. But being compact meant he had power behind him, something that he would use to his advantage.
Bypassing the wind user and doing his best to keep his balance despite the gale force breeze blowing through the arena, Aten charged the red dun stallion head-on. He galloped up until he was within mere inches of the stallion, practically tackling him over in the process. Aten threw his weight forward to try and catch the stallion off guard, his lips pulling back and revealing teeth that were aimed for the stallion's neck. Though not sharp like a predator, horses could use their teeth when needed and boy did it hurt when they broke skin. When he threw himself forward, the stallion also came off his front legs, his knee now poised to land a blow to the red dun's shoulder and breast bone if he did not move away.
OOC: After observing the rest and nearly being knocked off his hooves by Canaan, Aten went for Zenith. He is using his teeth to go for Zenith's neck while his knees are a backup strike to the stallion's shoulder.
@[Zenith]