Fight Type: BATTLE
Prize: Experience
Contact Made: Yep!
Character #1: @Asterion
Bonded: Yes, a Pallas' Gull, but not being used in this fight
Magic: NA
Armor: NA
Weapons: NA
Current Health: 20
Current Attack: 20
Current Experience: 35
Character #2: @
Bonded: NA
Magic: NA
Armor: NA
Weapons: NA
Current Health: 18
Current Attack:22
Current Experience: 29
Asterion It is the end of summer, and a late-afternoon shower has just wrung itself out and left the sky a pale washed blue when Asterion makes his way to the Steppe. For the first time in a long while, there is no nervousness in him; just a kind of anticipation that has his blood humming, his muscles eager. He is (to a little of his own chagrin) looking forward to testing himself against Eik – not because he anticipates any weakness in the man, or figures himself to win, but because it will be his first challenge against someone like him. Just a horse. No wings, no blade, no horn. The ground is soft beneath his hooves, though not quite sodden; he imagines they may both be mud-colored by the end of their meeting. The bay cannot quite keep still as he waits; he paces wide arcs, though a strong western breeze keeps sweat from darkening his flanks. The grey, of course, does not keep him waiting long. At the agreed-upon time there is a pale mark at the edge of the field, and Asterion comes to a stop to watch it approach. As it grows in his vision, so does a smile on the bay’s dark mouth, though he smothers it when they are a few lengths apart. He should at least try to look imposing, despite the wash of warmth at the sight of his friend, and the way his nerves jitter like a runner’s before the gun goes off. “Well, Emissary,” he greets Eik, but he betrays his serious tone by grinning. “Show me what the desert has taught you.” |
