ULRIC
Warden of the Dawn Court
we are men amongst mountains, pressing into the night
Quick as he may be, his initial attack is too easy to guess. Aislinn is too nimble on her feet, and unsurprisingly, his hooves strike nothing but empty space where she had once stood. His muscles coil and tense with the anticipation of her riposte, and indeed it does come. Before he can completely right himself, her own hooves beat deftly against his ribcage, right in front of his left flank.
The pain is sharp and produces a deep grunt from the roan as all fours finally meet the cracked ground beneath him once more, struggling briefly for purchase from the force of the kick. Just how it would afflict him later was unknown, as adrenaline drowned out the worst of the sting for the time being, but he was still mobile and the furthest from feeling like he would keel over from pain – and that was good enough in his book.
Pushing against the burrow riddled ground with powerful hindquarters, the Warden threw his weight to the left to become parallel with the Stormsinger. Only once he was close enough, considering his rival didn’t slip away like sand through fingers, did he launch his front half towards the sky and aim to come down upon her at somewhat of an angle, with his left leg hooked over her withers so he could not so easily be thrown down, as he bared down upon her and bodily attempted to bring her to the ground before she could completely recover from her own attack or grasp what was happening. He pulled savagely against her, hooves scraping and digging into the dirt below, as the Glaive attempted to bring the Storm down.
ooc - I bet Aislinn didn't know she was getting into a wrestling match, did she? x'D
"Talk."
The pain is sharp and produces a deep grunt from the roan as all fours finally meet the cracked ground beneath him once more, struggling briefly for purchase from the force of the kick. Just how it would afflict him later was unknown, as adrenaline drowned out the worst of the sting for the time being, but he was still mobile and the furthest from feeling like he would keel over from pain – and that was good enough in his book.
Pushing against the burrow riddled ground with powerful hindquarters, the Warden threw his weight to the left to become parallel with the Stormsinger. Only once he was close enough, considering his rival didn’t slip away like sand through fingers, did he launch his front half towards the sky and aim to come down upon her at somewhat of an angle, with his left leg hooked over her withers so he could not so easily be thrown down, as he bared down upon her and bodily attempted to bring her to the ground before she could completely recover from her own attack or grasp what was happening. He pulled savagely against her, hooves scraping and digging into the dirt below, as the Glaive attempted to bring the Storm down.
ooc - I bet Aislinn didn't know she was getting into a wrestling match, did she? x'D
"Talk."
Summary: Takes the hit to his left flank area. Stops and whirls left, rears up to come down upon Aislinn with his front left leg hooked over the other side of her withers, and tries to bring her down. definitely not the best idea but aaayee
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: None
Response Deadline: April 15th, 2018
Tags: @Aislinn @
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