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Post by { Opal } on Jun 28, 2009 19:58:04 GMT
As Cobar whirled around to face the black once more, he heard a pounding of hooves (the beat was slightly off, indicating an injured leg) and looked to see his opponent charging him. There wasn't enough time to get out of the way, as the black was already looming before him, but Cobar did have opportunity to tense and brace himself for impact. The black crashed into his side, bruising his ribs, and causing a muffled huff to escape Cobar's nostrils. But otherwise the blow had done no other damage. Cobar did have a sturdy, solid build, typical of the brumby, which made it difficult to send him over.
His attack had to be swift and easy, Cobar thought to himself.
In a flash Cobar identified the black's head, and zipped his own crown in to gouge his teeth into the stallion's face. He was unsure of where he had hit, but it was something solid, which was good enough for him. After piercing the skin, Cobar wrenched his jaws viciously, trying to leave a ravaged wound, hopefully painful enough to be a distraction- and disfigurement. Cobar wanted this stallion to take a beating, perhaps teach him his place in this savage world. And with any luck, the black's pride may be his downfall.
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Post by KAREE on Jun 29, 2009 5:54:35 GMT
The impact of the two stallions colliding left Toxic staggering over, but he quickerly righted himself. He looked up only to have Cobar's jaws clap over the bridge of his nose. A startled squeal escaped his lips and he struggled to free himself, he felt the other's teeth ripping into the sides of his finely shaped nose. He shook and pulled until he felt those gripping teeth slide down over his nostrils and away.
Toxic staggered backwards, shaking his head to rid himself of the shock. He definately hadn't been expecting the stallion to tear his nose apart. He snorted, ears pinned back. Perhaps this had been a bad idea afterall....he then shook his bleeding head. There had always been something about Toxic that kept him going. Pride. Ego. Determination. Who knew what it was? But this stallion had just savaged his face, leaving huge fleshy chunks down the sides, it would definately cost Toxic quite a bit - even though Toxic knew they would just add character to his looks - this stallion deserved to get the same treatment he had just given out. And Toxic would savage his looks before he backed down.
Those few minutes of thinking would have definatly cost the black stallion precious time. It would now be more difficult for him to get a good aim, especially if the stallion had moved.
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Post by { Opal } on Jun 29, 2009 20:18:32 GMT
As soon as Cobar got a good look as his opponent, he knew that the black was angry. Really angry. He, himself, was even inclined to wince at the sight of that devastated nose, raw and bloodied. But Cobar refused himself any sympathy for his rivals. The black would live, that's all that mattered, and the fact that he looked mad enough to explode. And Cobar definitely didn't want to be in the middle of that outbreak when it came.
Cobar hastily swung his hindquarters around, taking advantage of the black's stunned silence, and in the momentum made a relatively hard impact against the other's ribcage. Having made his body parallel with that of his adversary, Cobar's teeth flashed out again, this time making contact with the black's upper withers, while he raised a foreleg and attempted to bash the black soundly on the head, or at least sharply clip the side. Then, remembering something, Cobar also aimed a hind hoof at the black's back legs, hoping that by some stroke of luck he would strike the old injury.
Determination kept that buckskin stallion going, the fact that he would not accept defeat. He would see Omaroo and Ally again (Cobar wondered at the flash of humor triggered by the thought of Ally's silly games), and he would see their foals, and he would have Pengana for his own. Such thoughts gave Cobar's strikes all the more potential to hurt.
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Post by KAREE on Jun 30, 2009 7:53:06 GMT
The buckskin was prepared, for when Toxic held his position in that moment of shock, the other was at him within an instant. The stallion barrelled into Toxic's black side, knocking him over and slightly winding him. There would definately be large bruise there later on. Toxic staggered sideways, just in time to avoid the stallions attempt to grab his wither. He swung his hindquarters away and again avoided an attempt at the other hurting him more.
Enraged he had become, but he knew that he had to calm down otherwise things could get awefully ugly. Backing up, head lowered and ears backwards, Toxic started pawing the ground and nodding his head. Knowing that he had to stop before he actually did some damage to the other. Snorting, Toxic managed to splutter, "You win. Their all yours." He turned his back to the stallion, even though it was not good to do such things. His black coat was no longer shining and healthy, but lathered in sweat and a thick layer of blood covered most parts. He limped away, chucking Pengana a dirty look before raising his head in a moment of pride. Even though he had lost those mares, Toxic knew he would have gained much more. And even though he ached all over, and even though his leg was killing him, he began to trot over the edges of Paddy Rush's Bogong, and he looked as though he'd never been touched.
A neigh rippled out of his lips as he tried to find out where Nevada had gone off to.
OOC|| Lol thought i'd cut it short, also I thought that I'd mention that there was a bit of Power playing in your post (correct me if I'm wrong).
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Post by stormsnow on Jun 30, 2009 8:00:25 GMT
Pengana noticed the dark look Toxic gave her before heading off the way he'd come. She didn't care, though. He would've made a good mate if he wasn't so arrogant. Now the pretty black filly turned to Cobar, and wondered what he'd say. Doubtless he was happy, for he has successfully defended the two fillies he already had, as well as gaining another.
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Post by { Opal } on Jun 30, 2009 20:40:14 GMT
OOC: No, your right. I did the same in the above post, too; sorry about that. I got a little carried away. Little new to Kossy fights. x) Modified both to "lighten" the impact. Thank you for reminding me.
Unfortunately, Cobar's plan caved in on itself. As he hit the stallion, he found that the impact shoved the black away, making his teeth slip from their grip on his withers. Cobar snorted angrily as none of his strikes hit flesh, and reached out again for the black's withers, but the stallion had already backed away. Cobar watched him warily- the stallion looked quite fearsome just about now- and prepared for another charge. But instead of making an attack, the black only stammered, "You win. Their all yours." Cobar's ears twitched indecisively. Was this some sort of cruel trick? But no, the black turned, rebelling against defeat in casting Pengana a venomous glare.
The black was still open to a parting attack, but Cobar wasn't interested. He'd done enough damage already. Breathing heavily, Cobar turned away, not bothering to watch the black in his departure. He had a feeling that the arabian was infuriated by his defeat, but if this fight left a grudge, that wasn't Cobar's problem. All that mattered now was his band, which he had again succeeded in protecting.
Cobar caught sight of Pengana, his newest mare, or filly, rather, and couldn't resist giving her a soft whinny. His side ached more than he realized, and the kick mark on his neck hurt something fierce, but he had won! Cobar lifted his head and released a wild scream, the cry of victory. Then he wheeled about and tossed his head, aggravating his injury, but showing his awesome pride. But then where was Omaroo, and Ally? Cobar blew through his nostrils, his gaze flitting from shadow to shadow. Surely they hadn't run off to miss his celebration? This adversary had been, admittedly, a challenge to beat, so it would be rather disappointing if his fellows missed the show.
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