GRIMMJOW v. LIVED

[GRIMMJOW ,]

i couldn't believe i was already in a fight with someone and i haven't even been here for a week. i was kind of pissed off about it. i really didn't want to fight his bitch to hurt her, but she had been asking for it, even after ulquiorra warned her to walk away. she did, and i thought the wench was actually rather smart for a second, until she turned around and cantered back. if she thought her size was going to have any affect on the outcome of this little spat, she was in for a big suprise. my grullo carcass rolled as the muscles worked inside my body to pull my hefty frame forth into the flaming desert. the ground was dry, and only a small amount of dust curled around my steel-hued daggers. cracks lined the ground, and up ahead a dying tree laid sprawled out. on one of the branches, a crow sat. as i neared, it called out in alarm, spread its dull black wings and took off into the blue sky.

my thick boa was arched, dark nasals nearly touching my broad chest. the lustino blood that ran through my veins gave me a short, thick neck that had a regal curve to it. my legs were long from the hanoverian side, and i had the zebra stripes upon my towers from the kiger mustang. my height ran from the hanoverian. i wasn't the tallest bastard that roamed these lands. for shit's sake, this fae i was about to knock some sense into was nineteen hands. why the hell would you take pride in being that tall? i didn't understand it, but personally i prefered my women short and pretty. not monstrous and creepy like this mare was. i shook my elegantly sculpted skull, ebony tresses falling around my azul optics. this mare would regret turning around and running her ivory lips even more than she already had. she wouldn't be able to after i was finished, she'd be spitting out dust for a week.

i came to a halt where nothing was around us, within three-hundred feet at least. a reasonable distance so no one was killed by a branch being ran through them, but i wouldn't complain if she happened to have that happen. i'd probably go home and sleep like a baby, because what was she to me? a snort left my nares, ivories clicking together at that thought. exactly. what was she to me? why should i hold back because shes a female? i shouldn't have to, and now, i wasn't planning to. she would see what she had fucked with at the beginning of this whole charade. if i got my teeth on her juglar, she better pray i have the heart to only stop her breathing and not tear it from her throat.

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[atrb=background,http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx22/_gabbers23_/background7.jpg] Above the core of the earth is living and deceased objects. Changing every second. Same witht the world. It's changing every second. Every time you blink. As fast as that. And we, equines, are powerful creatures that rule the world how it is. And this day would change everything. Legit, everything. The course would change. It wouldn't be set. One day a stallion would rule all and then the next a mare would rule all. Today this battle will take set here and the two contestants will fight for fame. The first contestant, a stallion. Dun, that stands seventeen hands and three inches off the dirt they started on. And that stallion is named; Grimmjow. A powerful badass stallion who is currently ruling all the cowrds in this world. And our next contestant, a mare. White, that stands exactly nineteen hands off the dirt they started on. And this mare is named; Lived. A tall mare who is known as the devils wife.And today, both bitchles woulf fight. Lived moved slowly around the desert, looking for the stallion who had moved so much in the trecherous heat. Her audis were highly perked, her mane and tail flowing as she walked dince there was no wind flying, her long stilts supporting her barrel, neck and rump. And then her skull head high to the sky while her nostrils were identifying where the stallion had came to a sudden halt. She sped up to a floating trot with her crown still held high and alert for the scent she had been trailing. And after trotting for slow and long moments she cam across the dun bitchl. Just looking at him made her want to rip his body in half with a single kick. And she was going to show everyone that she was stronger. Stronger then a stallion. And it would be a hilarious thing if everyone then thought of Grimmjow as the once powerful stud who got beaten by a fae. After Lived finally came into sight she pinned her audits back to her skull and let her hair finally flow with the now exsistng wind that came. She looked the fag in the eye and snorted. Se slammed her right front leg against the light sand and watched it fly up. Shaking her mane she spoke with a deep vicious tone. I was waiting for you to finally appear you wimp. You traveled so far...were you trying to escape? She said as her chocolate eyes looked deeply into his eyes. Ice blue. What an ugly color. True badasses had dark eyes to show out their pride and fate more then their looks. But for now, Lived had to think of some moves to make. Ones that would scar that hell warrior for dear life.

[GRIMMJOW ,]

Pernicious orbs fell upon the alabaster encasing of the monstrous fae as she trotted towards me. Her words landed upon my audits and bared my fangs at her. Stupid fae. If only you realized you were the one trotting towards me. I spat, lips curled around my teeth. If she fought with that sort of intelligence, this battle would be a simple one for me. I didn't like her, and I wanted to kill her. I wanted to rip every organ from that worthless body of her's and hand them from the dead tree I had passed, leaving them to rot in the treacherous heat. That’s what I really wanted to do, but I would only smack her around a bit. I'd play with her. It would be extraordinarily amusing for me, and I haven't had such amusement in a while. The last time I had fought was with Ulquiorra, and he nearly destroyed me, but left me with my bruised pride and bruised body. I remembered the look that had been dwelling within his turquoise eyes as he stood over me. There was nothing there. No emotion. No need to destroy. No to litter the earth with my blood. He only told me to thank him and he then he walked away. I still live with that, and it drove me insane. He was the only equine I had ever lost to, and he would be the last.

My blistering blue eyes never left the mare's body. I'll make you wish you had never opened you're mouth to me, bitch. I hissed, grullo carcass lunging forth. I had to use my speed with this girl. The bigger they are, the slower they move. I would prove to this wench that size was a devastation when it came to fighting with me. Scratch that. Size didn't matter. I'd tear her down so she would see my eyes when I destroyed her little pride that seemed to just overflow with cockiness. As I barreled towards her frame, steel-painted daggers slamming into the rigid desert floor, my very first battle pooled into my brain. My first fight had happened when I was only three. The stallion I battled was ten, and he had attempted to attack my mother while I was still with her. He was a massive equine with a pelt the color of night. At the time, I stood at a mere sixteen hands, and I appeared to be a rag doll to him, but that's where he was wrong. Far from the truth and it cost him his life. I had gotten under him as he reared and I moved up as he came down, latching my ivory cartilage into his throat. In an attempt to get me to let go, he spun away. Sadly for him, I didn't and he caused me to rip his throat out. His death was the downfall of my sanity as it swirled into the depths of being sick and twisted.

As I neared Lived, our bodies only a breath's width apart, I buried my hooves into the dirt and pushed to the right. I pirouetted, and as I did, I lashed out with my hindquarters, aiming for the top of her legs. Not the shoulder, but the joint that was located beneath it. I had to wipe her out by the legs, it was my only shot to getting a good attack at her face. One swipe to the head and she would be done. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and she would fall. I would make sure it would happen. I was obsessed with defeating her. She would tumble like the Walls of Jericho. I wanted blood. To taste the crimson liquid that ran so thick and so smooth through her veins. My mother always told me about my father and how sinister he had been. She told me of how she watched him break the limbs of a creature only to suck the marrow from their bones. The stories at that point in my life, sickened me. Now, they only made me curious. The adrenaline pulsing through my body made me giddy with excitement and a psychotic laugh ripped through the air as it left my vocal chords to touch the ears of anything around. Lived would pay, and her payment would be in blood. I would take it no other way.

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[atrb=background,http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx22/_gabbers23_/background7.jpg] It always seemed eerie when travelling near the dun figure and hearing the change of atmosphere take place. As sodden turf grew more desolate and turned into slippery slate and rock, the evening-life of the desert began to disperse. Owl calls echoed from nowhere, seeming farther into the distance than they really were. Wing fell silent and lulled in the air, and the stars seemed to vanish, one by one, no matter how high on the plane of stone one would go. On this particular day, the wind had died down extremely low, leaving the air thick and relatively stagnant. I moved closer to the stallion who acted like he was completely awesome, drifting across the ground like a ghastly apparition of the beginning night. The breath of hot, expelled air wheezed and gave proof that the ghost was indeed alive, and the occasional noise of thick muscles snapping and flexing groaned and enhanced the idea of the being’s intense size. As I moved onto the line of the stallion, where god gave way to solid rock ground, his movement scraped and clattered in a slow, gradual rhythm. The soft vibration blended into the shadows for the most part, the day had set and the light had burned out, leaving his eyes standing out. Although the faint vision helped to see the attacks approach.He spoke, his frame swaying with each deliberate step – chiseled rock weighing with his progress. What was a big bitch like him doing up here on the desert? He obviously knew Lived would win. She had experience of freeing the battered, bruised soul inside of another, and yet none have ever truly succeeded to kill her, obviously, she was here now. Alive. Was the dun demented piece of shit set on ending it? Had Grimmjow's mind finally snapped for the last time, and twisted into a folly of demented torment to hopefully lead Lived to her untimely death and free whatever snippet of morality that was left in the back corners of her mental being? Surely it might do the world a favor – the torment she reaped on the world with her soul so full of hatred and demise would come to an abrupt halt, and there would be one less murderous badass to walk the earth. No tonight would not be the world’s lucky day. Lived moved with the speed of a tank – slow, deliberate, almost mechanical steps bringing her up to the stallions area he had halted on. Against the night, he was nothing – a manipulation of the blackness that wavered through one’s vision like a trick of the eye – he was there one minute, but after a few blinks and attempts to focus, he had faded from sight. His eyes were bright so that was the only way she knew where he was located. The bastard only lived through his dementia now; it had gotten that bad. Feathered hooves of white and black finally ceased movement, and in the quiet of the night, the large soldier of days fell silent and sifted even further into her guise of shadow. Suddenly, she blinked. A pulse on the monitor, a solitary blip that obscured the flatline into existence; suddenly, the goliath had a breath of poisoned life. Lived focused her orbs back on the stallion. His eyes pierced the night's contrast. It's going to be extreme now...I ahve eyes like night vision! She said as her lips rumbled against each other as she spoke. But then suddenly a strike came at her. Was this the stallions first move? Yes, it was. A hit at the leg. But luckily Lived was quick on her feet and dodged part of it. The stallion hit the side of her knee capsule. But it was numb now. Which was good. She couldn't feel if there was exsisting pain or just a faint pinch of it. Now, it was her time to approach the sdun bitch with an attack.Lived blinked. Her vision refocused. She looked down to her knee and saw blood remaining on both. But she still felt nothing. Lived look at the devil orbs. She was going to curse this stallion for life, before he did it himself. Lived lunged out. Her muscels stretching their best. She reared up and came down with her jaw wide open and her teeth tasty for the feel of blood and flesh escaping from the stallion's blood. But that was what she wanted. Not what she could get. But she managed to bite down on something. Whether if it was around the jugular flesh or any other part of the stallions flesh or even the air. But either way she bit her white bones down with a dense grasp, hopefully she broke some skin on the way. As she loves the taste of steel and iron blood. Lived un-grasped the stallion. She licked her lips. And returned to her spot in this battle. She felt no blood. But she didn't know how this stallion's blood tasted. She whinnyed in the night air as she saw the full moon held above her. She reared and swept her head around. Feeling powerful. OOC: Remember we can use: 1 dodge; 3 attacks. Attacks; An aim at the jugular with a hard bite. Dodges; Half dodged the leg hit with Grimmjow's powerful legs. xD Notes; INTERESTING BELL! -ding-

[GRIMMJOW ,]

Before I was able to really notice it, night had fallen like a dense, black cloak that suffocated the light from existence. The screech of a desert owl ripped through the threads of silence. I landed smoothly, feeling my dagger connect with her shoulder if even it was only a bit. As I did land though, I felt her body move towards mine, and her ivories latched into my shoulder, but her aim was poor and she only got a bit, but the blood was flowing freely down my blue-dun skin. To feel the thick fluid as it rolled down my shoulder only pushed my adrenaline to another level. The power rolled through my shoulders as I lashed back around to see the white vixen rearing, head shaking. Bad move. Instead of allowing my front feet to touch as I spun, because that would only slow me down, I pushed off my still bunched hindquarters, leaping at her. No matter where she moved, I knew I would collide with her and the way she was shaking her skull would make her balance terrible. As I was shooting towards her, I aimed my jaws for her throat. I wanted to hit her shoulder with my own, and while she fell, with the aim I had at her jugular, there would be nothing she could do to stop me from ripping and tearing the paper-thin protection and getting to the most important parts of her neck.

The night air seemed to split and swirl around my stocky carcass as I flew through the air towards her. My thorns were locked to my skull, lost in the fury of my ebony tresses as they danced around the thickness of my neck and the elegance of my face. All my weight was being thrust at this mare. Every ounce of two thousand pounds was braced to collide with her, hopefully sending her enormous body to the ground. The balance I possessed was unnatural for one of my height, but it came with the territory of being a soldier. I was born to fight. I was born to kill. It was my destiny before one of my stone-hued hooves ever touched the ground. My teeth were meant to tear flesh before they had ever been fully developed. My brain was programmed to be demented before I had thought of anything. It wasn't God's doing that I was created this way. The Devil spent long, hard hours perfecting and designing my layout. I was his creation and I would do his bidding, and this bitch was to be cut off from existence and sent back to his Kingdom. She claims to be his wife, so she shouldn't have a problem with going, no? I know I wouldn't have a problem sending her. If I killed her, I would walk away and not look back. I wouldn't ask for her to rest in peace because I wanted her to rot in Hell. I wanted her to be ripped apart by the hands of the Underworld. I wanted her to feel the flames of Hades as they licked her flesh and melted her bones. I want her last vision of earth to be the ground splitting to show her descent into the Devil's lair. For her to see the skeletal hands reach from the maggot-swarmed walls and tear every hair from her body. That was what I wanted her to see as she lost her life to me.

A harsh torrent of wind suddenly picked up, lashing at my frame and tugging at carbon banner, pulling it away from my body. The look that presented itself within the depths of my pools screamed malice. I wanted to see her suffer. I wanted to hear her screams as the penetrated the walls of my ear canal and slammed into my ear drum with such force it caused me temporary deafness. I wanted to taste the blood that ran from her veins as her heart struggled to pump the fluid that was so quickly pouring from her opened flesh. I could already smell the coppery life's water even though none had been drawn from her. Oh this would be a pleasure. I would thank her as she died for allowing me the ability to remove her from the face of this planet that she claimed to despise with all of her being. The beauty of crimson staining her blanched pelt overwhelmed my brain and it sent another wave of excitement through my body. The viciousness of my eyes doubled as I neared her body. This collision would be horrible either way for the wench. No matter what move she made, I would get a hit on her, and as high as she stood in the sky, there would be nothing she could do to prevent me from crashing into her. The fae was doomed and I felt a bit of pity for her.

If she had only waited and approached me when my mood was rather fair instead of so dark, she might have be spared. The poor wench had no clue what she had done to herself, and she wouldn't know until the realization hit her while her back was on the ground and my teeth were tearing at her epidermis. Poor, poor pitiful soul. If the dumb bitch hadn't have turned around even after Ulquiorra warned her, I wouldn't have to do such terrible things to her. Let her be glad that it was me and not that unique, ebony demon. For her ignorance, her life would be gone if he were here instead of myself. Equines believed that Ulquiorra killed only to eat the souls of those who cross him. Of those who doubt him. I still don't know why he allowed me to continue breathing, but I would be in his debt until I truly did kick the bucket and vanish from this planet.

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[atrb=background,http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx22/_gabbers23_/background7.jpg] lived cried in pain as the stallion used his body force to knock her down on the sandy rock terra. her barell sunk into the sand as she struggled to get up. but she had question as to why the stallion did it. it wasn't that harmful. she only wood get bruses. not scars for life or any blood seeping out from the deep holes struck in her body. when she finally got up there was a scar straight on her barrel. it was about five inches long and there was some blood. only a little. and she waited for more to seep out. but it seemed to stop at only her loosing a little bit of steel soul. but then she noticed how blood was dripping from her neck also. she wiped her neck against her white chest and carryed on with the battle. although the pain felt like the devil asking to marry her again. and again. lived hissed an exhale through barely parted lips, the noise akin to air being released from a tire. Once she saw him in the eye once again, he should run, he knew it; they always did. she felt her muscles coiling, tightening and tensing like springs being pushed down and compacted. she was huge, but she could easily sprint with the best of it, if only for a short distance. she had to be quick, striking like a cobra and rendering them incapacitated and unable to move. she'd rip their flesh with her teeth in a horrid claiming nip, and it’d be over, the deal would be sealed. Even if she had to drag them around by grimm's pretty locks wedged tightly in her teeth, she would. Resistance was futile. she would chase them down and beat them senseless. Just the mere thought of the rustle and tussle had thrill shuddering over her entire body and further tightening her muscles. her hooves danced lightly in place, and she snorted with impatience. blundering fool, do you know how foolish you’re being? your fate is to die in my hands. meh 'dont take no shit. she ceased movement, teeth clenched together with horrendous force, enough to make the vein that travelled down her long bone slashed snout pop and pulse. damnit! her heart pounded as more and more adrenaline pushed itself through her veins in an over abundance that felt like they were stretching her very arteries into twice their size. her eye twitched, her heart raced, her pulse pounded. it was now her turn to shit on this bitch. lived placed her feet next to each other and she moved around the stallion tauntingly, like a haunter. a stalker. a creeper. and all, she was. she picked up her feet and began a steady prance. her hair floating behind her. her audits then pinned to her deathly skull and her feet unexpectedly unlatched fro her steady prance and her body slid sideways so that her feet were near the stallion's barell and her head was turned away. but then she pushed away, and quickly walked out of attacking range. the stallion would now have to move to hurt her, and she hoped that the move she just made split a hole through the stallions body, and his life. everything stopped. even her breath caught in her throat. her heart froze, mid-beat. terribly wide eyes rolled back and caught sight of an absolutely flawless light held in the sky. she was practically a dwarf to his behemoth size, not only in height but also, and mostly, in bulk. The light illuminated the sky and the darkness cascaded no more. the earth still halted in silence. and it seemed as if you could see the earth rotating. but then she quickly looked back at the stallion who know was shone in great light. his catching eyes no longer glowed compared to the full moon. and you could silently hear the animals begin to move and scuttle and screech again. mostly the owl that was in the dead tree a few yards back. in an instant, everything picked up speed again. her heart beat was found once more, thudding in her chest, shoving blood through veins that pulsed along her jugular, and strung along her broad snout like spider web silk. adrenaline pounded out an 808 drum beat in her head, and she finally let out the breath she was holding in a slow exhale, trickling out of quivering, expanded nostrils. lived focused on the stallion as she inhaled. the light seemed to fade away and the stallions ice eyes became noticable once again. which made a shiver itch down her bended spine. she stoold tall and pushed out her chest for more protection. this stallion would be killed by option from the one who created his life. his family, they would all go down in misery. even the ones who weren't living yet. the devil would know the blood-line. and lived would help the devil kill them all. with just one strike in the chest. she imagined the blood trickling out their eyes, their brains eaten by the demons with deformed bodys. and the killer riders. the humans. the true badasses would shoot him with a gun. strsight through his black and purple filled heart. lived clicked nervously. nostrils expanded and contracted in such swift, repetitive movements that they actually created a clicking sound. while the voice in her head was screaming obscenities at her to get her act together, she managed to warble old, worn and very dusty vocal chords to ask a question. her voice was hoarse, and after she spoke, she cleared her throat of blood chuncks and you believed you'd win, grimmjow. grimmjow. the name simply rolled right off of the tongue. his name just as dumb as his looks. every time lived said it she thought of his head cut off, his ears hung from his dead ass, his neck slit open and his legs cut off and fed to the owls. luckily, when his blood stained here on the sand, there were helpers to clean up the evidense.it was really all lived could do...think about how she was so close to winning this war. and if she lost. she would apolagize for thinking she could stand up to a bitch. although. she would remember this event like it was yesterday. lived looked at the stallion. he could make one move left. and she, she had one move left too. and she would use it here. but where? where should it be? should she attempt to flip him over. no. too lame. she had a move that no other horse she knew had attempted...called the bone death. lived shook her mane. her tail flicking against her hindquaters. her mane flowing with no wind. and her audits down together. pressing against her deathly skull. she pawed at the ground with her right hoof. and her eyes turned like a demon's. she cantered to the stallion. closing the space between them every step she took. her long stilts moving across the flat surface. she leapt at the stallion. she twisted her neck and aimed for the metacorical bone which held flesh and just rock hard bone. lived grasped something hard not knowing what part. but some object. she bit hard with her extra bones held by flesh and other material in her mouth. like a screw-driver against hard oak wood. attacks; a hit with her hind legs to his barrel and a metacorical bone grip/bite. dodges; none. uses; 1 dodge, 3 attacks used total. words; 1296 notes; done for me. BAMB!

[GRIMMJOW ,]

When Lived hit the ground, a smirk of satisfaction lifted my lips, and I didn't bother leaping over her, but moved on, letting my hooves trample her as I went, if they hit her at all. It wasn't a part of my attack, she was just merely in my path and needed to move. I dug my hooves into the ground, circling tightly so I would face the alabaster doe once more. Now, she was standing and I could see scratches on the side she had landed upon. Than she spoke, and I pinned my audits to my crown. Me, the blundering fool? You're the one who can't shut her trap. I sneered, icy pools shooting daggers to her soul from where I stood. I didn't move now. I decided to put myself on the defensive mode for now. I had yet to dodge any of her blows, and not my accident either. I wasn't going to waste precious energy to dodge a feeble attack like the ones she had been throwing at me. They were worthless and too petty for me to worry about for right now. As I stood there, the gusts of wind ripped my tresses, flipping them against my face, stinging my eyes, but I didn't blink, or even flinch. I stood motionless like a statue in a storm. Unmovable and unbreakable. The look that entered her eyes made me laugh in her face. She wanted me to run, and from what I saw, she thought I wanted to run. What a simple soul. I felt for her, I really did. It goes to show that the massive horses are the ones without a brain to give them any intelligence. I snickered. Even the humans knew that us light horses were meant for doing pretty things while these dumb brutes were used for pulling a plow in a field.

My eyes traced Lived's every move as she began to circle me. I knew she was up to something, but my frame stayed relaxed. She would make it too obvious, I knew she would, and like I expected, she did. She turned her rump towards me and I saw the muscles coil in her hindquarters as she readied to land a blow to my rib cage. Idiot. Before her legs even began to uncurl, I pushed into the ground, bounding sideways and out of reach. My frame rounded itself to face her once more, a smirk dancing upon my handsome features. As I grinned viciously at her, rain began to pour from the Heavens in an unrelenting torrent of water. The sharp beads of water stung my hide, but washed the blood from her first attack away from my shoulder, bringing my blue-dun hide to its former glory. Lighting flashed, reflecting in my deadly pools. Thunder crashed above us, and I felt that this was going to end, and it would end badly for her. It was time to end this, and it needed to end now, and the fae was giving me the opportunity. She continued to distract herself with meaningless words that only made me have more power over her. The mare was insecure, or she wouldn't run her mouth so much. She feared losing to me, but that fate was inevitable. She would fall beneath my power and my glory wouldn't fade. After I was through with her, I would return to Espada and sleep well and wake up, remembering none of this because it was but a blip on my map of things to care about.

I didn't bother responding to her moronic words. They didn't deserve it. If only I could rip the tongue from her mouth so she wouldn't speak again. Every word she said to me burned my ears like acid and smelt like bile. They were disgusting and I wanted to hear nothing of them. They scraped every nerve as they passed through the walls of my brain and it made me blind with agitation and rage. Her voice was like nails against a chalk board and it wasn't something to be proud of like she seemed to be. I could see the gears working in her little factory called a brain. She was planning something, and I would be ready. I watched her as she began to canter towards me, but it wasn't fast enough. As she approached, everything began to play out in slow motion. Her frame was rolling with muscle as she came closer, and I watched her boa tense as it stretched towards me, twisting to grab onto something on my body. Within these few seconds I had to counter this, I acted as a spinning seesaw. My body launched itself into the air, curving to land quickly with my hind end facing her. As my front feet slammed into the dirt, I cocked back my rear daggers and pushed out, aiming for her face that was reaching towards me to damage me in some ungodly way. Lived had the brawn to fight, she just didn't have the brains. If she did, she would have played out that situation a little better because the attack could have been worthy of something. It could have damaged me badly if she hadn't given me the chance to counter it. The attack to my barrel would have been great too if she weren't so large and so much faster. As I said in the beginning of this mess. Size didn't matter. It never did.

As I waited for some sort of collision between us, the thoughts of my mother played out once again in my mind. I saw her death before my four year old eyes and that was when I hit rock bottom with my downward spiral of sanity. Her murderer had been a titanic of a stallion, towering over most and being much larger. I didn't have the speed to reach him as he tore the throat from my mother's beautiful body. I recalled the intense burning of my muscles as I pushed myself faster, wanting to save her. I remember my throat growing raw from screaming curses at him for being a coward. I remember the tears that flooded my face as I laid next to her carcass. I vowed I would never cry again after that day and I also vowed that love would never enter my heart. It was a part of becoming a thorough soldier. One who felt no emotions, because to show emotion was to show weakness. For those you kill you must not feel the pity of destroying one. Emotions were a bodily function that made an equine weak. It made them worthless. The strong were those who did what they had to for themselves and moved on, and this was a situation. The mare cared to much for her pride, a devastating emotion to feel when you're brain is telling you to walk away. Don't put yourself in such a position. It was a shame she had been such a fool, but that was life.

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attacks used in battle: 1. pirouette to kick just below the shoulder.
2. slam into while rearing and attempt to bite throat.
3. counter-attack to being bit in throat to launch into air, spin, land on front hooves, and kick out with back towards face.
dodge used: avoided being kicked in the side of stomach.

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Bravo. I really enjoyed reading this, both for the characters and for the writing itself.

Swatter: While I did enjoy Lived's tenacity, your posts themselves had a few errors. A few instances I would deem power-playing because you said she knew she connected with flesh while Grimmjow still had dodges left. Also, you refer to Grimmjow as a dun several times, but he is a grullo. It's caused by the dun gene, but I've never seen the two used as synonyms. The detail and feeling you put into the posts, however, was well executed.

Grimmjow: I think the most enjoyable part of your posts were the detail you put into everything, rather than just highlighting the actions. I also found the parallels to his past he thinks about to be a very nice touch, and they flesh out his character well.

Overall, a wonderful read. I believe the winner is:

GRIMMJOW.

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[triplezilla]

Aww dang

[GRIMMJOW ,]

its ok trip. ^^ you did really good.