Around and around he went, a top of a child's play thing, tearing through the earth and rock. Seconds had passed, mere moments in the infinite moments that created a single day, and yet for the two, those moments stretched on forever. Each aching muscle was a tangible, bitter thing, the spider web sparks from his jaw, where ivory tusks had struck the other just seconds before, the tingling croon across his chest, the movement of air where Finnian's hooves had struck so close to his own flesh. These moments were much like the hours spent toiling away in the forge for the smith, the minute details jumping forth like living giants, consuming his senses; sight, smell, touch. A swift joust, yet, how quick it was for the body to feel the strain, the sheer energy consumed by each great movement as the man's heavy frame was thrust across the field, twisting against corded muscles and hefty girth that made up his chest, his torso. Those long years, dedicated hours of untold counting had given him the stamina to use his strength as he would, and while this was a different movement, fatiguing his reserves far swifter than most, there was still one final drive Arion could give.
Hearing the other's hooves strike earth, settled once more, the primordial cast man was quick to turn towards the other, his skull vibrating against the draw of the hot air, his breath falling like steam. FIGHTING DOESN'T EXCITE ME. IF YOU WANT TO FUCK YOU SHOULD TRY A DIFFERENT METHOD OF WOOING." The words fell almost too easily from his lips, the mirth of this kids taunts drawing the stoic stallion to play his game, offering shameless jibs just as easily as they were given. A quiet beast, more of an observer than participant; this in no way meant he was lacking shrewdness. From the corner of his eye, Arion seen the great raven's wing of hair flurrying against the pale man's back, flung to the side as he twisted his little courtships dance. Like two separate forces colliding, the two shifted in the finite space they gave each other, Arion's head rising, preventing the two from striking against each other as they completed their turns. Like a whip his words fell in retaliation, Arion scoffing at the continued play. "IF YOU KNOW WHERE TO PUT IT."
Then, and only then did Arion continue his assault, his weight heaving off from their stance against his hunched hips, the long corded length of his tail swinging out like a silken oar to offset the weight of his lunch. It was a familiar stance, one that every equine had partaken at any point in time, two stallions lunching towards each other. Arions head lowered, keen on putting every ounce of size and power behind his strike, to shove his chest and neck against the other's right flank, to offset their own weakened earth bound stability, and pitch Finnian clear off his feet; or at least to throw him from his assault. In that moment, the shock of ice fire hit land for a moment, the ebony barb of the other's horn licking against his side, rapping against the rise of his ribs and sinew as it skated along the surface of his hide. It didn't matter anyways. Until they completely passed along each other, he couldn't shy away from the spear. A barking laugh growled in his chest, even through the lingering shock and aches. He had guts, Arion would give him that.
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Hearing the other's hooves strike earth, settled once more, the primordial cast man was quick to turn towards the other, his skull vibrating against the draw of the hot air, his breath falling like steam. FIGHTING DOESN'T EXCITE ME. IF YOU WANT TO FUCK YOU SHOULD TRY A DIFFERENT METHOD OF WOOING." The words fell almost too easily from his lips, the mirth of this kids taunts drawing the stoic stallion to play his game, offering shameless jibs just as easily as they were given. A quiet beast, more of an observer than participant; this in no way meant he was lacking shrewdness. From the corner of his eye, Arion seen the great raven's wing of hair flurrying against the pale man's back, flung to the side as he twisted his little courtships dance. Like two separate forces colliding, the two shifted in the finite space they gave each other, Arion's head rising, preventing the two from striking against each other as they completed their turns. Like a whip his words fell in retaliation, Arion scoffing at the continued play. "IF YOU KNOW WHERE TO PUT IT."
Then, and only then did Arion continue his assault, his weight heaving off from their stance against his hunched hips, the long corded length of his tail swinging out like a silken oar to offset the weight of his lunch. It was a familiar stance, one that every equine had partaken at any point in time, two stallions lunching towards each other. Arions head lowered, keen on putting every ounce of size and power behind his strike, to shove his chest and neck against the other's right flank, to offset their own weakened earth bound stability, and pitch Finnian clear off his feet; or at least to throw him from his assault. In that moment, the shock of ice fire hit land for a moment, the ebony barb of the other's horn licking against his side, rapping against the rise of his ribs and sinew as it skated along the surface of his hide. It didn't matter anyways. Until they completely passed along each other, he couldn't shy away from the spear. A barking laugh growled in his chest, even through the lingering shock and aches. He had guts, Arion would give him that.
Summary: TURNING TO FACE FINNIAN BETTER ONCE HE STARTS HIS DANCE MOVES. LUNGES OFF FROM HIS HIND FEET AND DROPPING HIS HEAD TO THROW HIS WEIGHT AGAINST THE OTHER IN A BID TO THROW HIM FROM HIS FEET OR OFFCOURSE.
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: 0
Response Deadline: FINISHED!
Tags: @Finnian @inkbone @Sid @kay
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: 0
Response Deadline: FINISHED!
Tags: @Finnian @inkbone @Sid @
