05-21-2018, 08:40 PM
The dragon boy’s heart beats with anticipation. He can feel the barren plain beneath his hooves. The foundation of this land was built by blood and sweat from many dedications. It has seen perhaps more blood (and maybe lives) than anywhere else. On the days of summer, this place surely would be boiling as there is nowhere in sight to hide from. The intentions were clear though when you came here—you win or you lose.
He planned on winning.
Viserion is young though, barely making his way out of his yearling stage, but he finds himself growing stronger each day. He feels comfortable in the challenge grounds, finally being able to battle against someone founds himself jumping with excitement. Nonetheless, he keeps a composed posture. His honey-hazel eyes stare at the spotted mare before him.
It is with instinct, months of practicing with his own solider-father, that he looks for the strengths and weaknesses. Viserion was familiar with the way a battle started. He had fought pretend battles with several other foals and even his father. He had listened with all years of tactics of one-on-one or with several more. However, this was more than play pretend back in the days of the Tundra.
The dragon boy keeps his stance tall, though ready to go, as the mare makes his way to her at a quicken walk. He is confused by such things, but it is a battle of friendliness after all. Viserion nods his head at the Nerineite’s greeting. He allows himself in engage in the greeting as well, but still he keeps his guard up just in case. “Likewise,” he only says.
It then begins.
Breckin is quick to try and knock him off guard with her first attack, as she plays a trick on him. She goes for one leg but switches to his other. Viserion pulls back with a step, finding their closeness a bit awkward, but he quickly rises up into the air in a half-rear. He bares his teeth at her, quickly extending his own jaw out at her. Breckin’s teeth are quick to graze his scaled-skin on his left shoulder (it hardly bothered him), but she also has left herself exposed on her left side. Viserion aims to find any part of her crest exposed, perhaps even a bit of her withers.
He is quick to find solid ground as she moves away shifty to his left side. Viserion does not linger even a second as he lands back onto the ground, he moves forward using his own momentum to move away from her oncoming attack. <i>Typical,</i> he thinks with humor. He is not left without repercussions from her buck though—her hooves had found contact on his left thigh. A bruise surely would be there, but it does not leave him limping. Instead it only motivates him.
Viserion turns sharply to his right while she finds herself back onto the ground and turning, he quickens his pace even more. Building up momentum and getting closer as he comes at her at a 40-degree angle. He closes the space between them on her right side, aligning himself with her right shoulder, he rises up suddenly and shifts his weight into her. He hopes the sudden attack and weight will knock her off balance. Viserion bares his teeth, searching for flesh along her crest and withers. His hooves are likely to find impact among her shoulder, and the impact of his weight might put awkward pressure on her right shoulder and leave a bit of bruising.
@[Breckin]
He planned on winning.
Viserion is young though, barely making his way out of his yearling stage, but he finds himself growing stronger each day. He feels comfortable in the challenge grounds, finally being able to battle against someone founds himself jumping with excitement. Nonetheless, he keeps a composed posture. His honey-hazel eyes stare at the spotted mare before him.
It is with instinct, months of practicing with his own solider-father, that he looks for the strengths and weaknesses. Viserion was familiar with the way a battle started. He had fought pretend battles with several other foals and even his father. He had listened with all years of tactics of one-on-one or with several more. However, this was more than play pretend back in the days of the Tundra.
The dragon boy keeps his stance tall, though ready to go, as the mare makes his way to her at a quicken walk. He is confused by such things, but it is a battle of friendliness after all. Viserion nods his head at the Nerineite’s greeting. He allows himself in engage in the greeting as well, but still he keeps his guard up just in case. “Likewise,” he only says.
It then begins.
Breckin is quick to try and knock him off guard with her first attack, as she plays a trick on him. She goes for one leg but switches to his other. Viserion pulls back with a step, finding their closeness a bit awkward, but he quickly rises up into the air in a half-rear. He bares his teeth at her, quickly extending his own jaw out at her. Breckin’s teeth are quick to graze his scaled-skin on his left shoulder (it hardly bothered him), but she also has left herself exposed on her left side. Viserion aims to find any part of her crest exposed, perhaps even a bit of her withers.
He is quick to find solid ground as she moves away shifty to his left side. Viserion does not linger even a second as he lands back onto the ground, he moves forward using his own momentum to move away from her oncoming attack. <i>Typical,</i> he thinks with humor. He is not left without repercussions from her buck though—her hooves had found contact on his left thigh. A bruise surely would be there, but it does not leave him limping. Instead it only motivates him.
Viserion turns sharply to his right while she finds herself back onto the ground and turning, he quickens his pace even more. Building up momentum and getting closer as he comes at her at a 40-degree angle. He closes the space between them on her right side, aligning himself with her right shoulder, he rises up suddenly and shifts his weight into her. He hopes the sudden attack and weight will knock her off balance. Viserion bares his teeth, searching for flesh along her crest and withers. His hooves are likely to find impact among her shoulder, and the impact of his weight might put awkward pressure on her right shoulder and leave a bit of bruising.
@[Breckin]