M A X E N C E UNEASY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN
There was no word for the kind of desolation that Maxence had flown from, or rather the contrast that was presented to him from so far above in the cloud cover. To his back were sandy peaks and a barren sea while ahead lay a quenched ocean of grass and mountain silt - eternal fields blessed by fallen glacial waters from Veneror and the Armas. If luck came naturally to the desert dwellers Maxence might seek to conquer the Bellum Steppe and it's endless greenery for Solterra. But not today, and not tomorrow. Today he sought sport. His reasons for flying so high and so far were certainly not to observe the seemingly vacant lands of the country but rather to utilise the battleground's sole function; a place for one and all to bicker and parry. This was the very reason Maxence had landed upon the bloodied turf with urgency, brilliance and a stifled grunt. His ears remained slacked backward in the direction of his neck as he straightened his frame, stepping up with his back hooves to meet his close-coupled and well muscled composure, immediately beginning a scouring of the area for a potential opponent through eyes of a different kind of ocean. The stranger he spotted was quite unlike any he had ever seen before, glittered and gold, though a fighter was a fighter regardless of appearance. If the creature was simply ambling across the steppe he truly ought not to be - all knew that this was a place for battles, sport and spar and was not an area one could simply stroll through unapprehended. Perhaps if this was the case, Maxence ought to teach the gilded twerp a lesson. "You wade through the Bellum Steppe, boy!" Maxence bellowed, a stomp of his right hoof resonating across the whispering grasses. "None should enter the Steppe unless they're looking for a bruise." It was with this warning that the commander once again spread his wings and launched off of the muscles deep within his hind quarters, springing into a lunging canter powered solely by the immense strength of his hind legs. Having closed in on the opponent it was with another leap that the wind caught upon his feathers, lifting each radius until he literally soared in the stag's direction, sharp hooves pointed toward the center of his spine, destined for impact.
Summary: Maxence sees Iliad and hoots at him, them runs towards him and leaps, using his wings to lift him he soars and then tried to land with his front hooves on Iliads back. Attack Used: 1 Attack(s) Left: 1 Block Used: 0 Block(s) Left: 1 Item(s) Used: --- Response Deadline: 16th of Oct. Tags: @Iliad , @ |
