There is no glee, no satisfaction as his spear meets flesh and the acrid scent of blood fills the air as a red line wells up across ash grey. The crowd hisses and roars but the horned steed makes no sound, his silence saying more than any cry of pain could. Helios knows what kind of horrors it takes to get a man to that place, where pain is but an old friend. Nevertheless he cannot help but respect the other steed’s quiet. These thoughts are but fleeting as he concentrates on the match, regaining his footing as the other stallion composes himself, limping slightly. Then he moves, a silver streak against the tan coloured sand, lunging toward Helios.
The impact is audible- that resounding thud of muscle against muscle as the horned steed throws his entire weight against Helios’ shoulder. Though the soldier is considerably larger he is not braced for that impact and the air rushes from his lungs in a whoosh. In the same moment the side of Jask’s horn slams into his legs, a sharp knock against his knees that causes pain to lance up his legs. He does not wince, despite the inclination to do so, nor does he gasp or groan in pain- Viceroy’s training had made hurt a familiar compatriot and Helios had learnt long ago that showing pain only earned him more. Instead he snarls as he stumbles back, more to exhale some kind of noise rather than in true anger.
Though the skin on his legs has not broken, pain travels up and down them abruptly with each step and his shoulder aches where the grey man crashed into it, still pushing and pushing and pushing. He rescinds a few steps, going with the force against him whilst side-stepping his hind quarters so that he is now almost directly facing the grey stag. But Helios does not relent for long, instead he plants his back hooves resolutely, using his sheer size in an attempt to absorb Jask’s efforts. With an audible flurry of feathers his wings pop into view and the crowd gasp in shock at the sudden emergence of the four appendages. He flaps them back once, twice, using the force garnered by their movements in an attempt to maintain his position and hoping their sudden appearance and the buffet of wind might surprise his opponent as much as the crowd. With Jask still thrusting against his side, Helios swiftly brings his head down to side, maw wide and aims for the other stallion’s neck. He hopes to latch onto the skin and muscle above his ebony and red collar, where the mane does not grow, and perhaps break the skin once more.
Summary: Helios stumbles when Jask hits him, his shoulder aching from the impact and his legs hurting from where Jask’s horn hits them. I don’t think horses have funny bones but I imagine the pain to be like when you hit your funny bone xD after stumbling a little he continues to allow Jask to drive him back whilst regaining his footing and then plants his back hooves in the sand and uses his bigger height/weight to steady himself as much as he can. He also allows his four wings to appear and flaps them back so that they help him push against Jask’s advance. He then aims to bite and fasten his teeth into Jask’s neck.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: n/a
Response Deadline: 19th of June
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