Ata vs. Folie, Leadership

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Ata

Champange and russet blend diabla wandered into the place known as the "Battle Grounds". It often vexed her that no better calling could be found for the place. Certainly, it was only a flat, pallid, ruby-spattered plain, but maybe something a trifle more imaginative could be thought of? Alas. No one ever listened to her. But then again, she had never told anyone.
Well, that was the type Ata was. Not exactly anti-social, but preferring to mind her own buisness. Her musings led to thinking of hessian of the abode and harem she now fought to control. He had seemed so very careless of their doings. Well, frankly, that was fine by her. She disliked meddlers. He did not interfere with her doings, her occasion 'making someone dissapear', and she would not meddle with his. It all worked smoothly then.
Her scythes cut brutally into the soft lithosphere, smoothly and easily. Her thoughts turned to the battle. Her opponent, in the heat of battle, would surely not be as clumsy as she had been when Ata had appeared on the scene. And with her size, she doubtless would be able to hit hard when she did hit. But nevertheless the soil would slow her, and so would her size. Ata did not care if she was ever more graceful than she had appeared, the mud-like terra would simply not hold one of her build as it held Ata. And she would also, even if she was ten times faster than she appeared, not be able to keep up to Ata, whose very carcass was built for speed. That would be defying every rule of movement. Such were the musings of Ata as she waited for her late opponent.
Ah but look. Here she came, ingressing with her ludicrous 'superiority' of bearing that was so unsuited to her that one day Ata was sure she would trip and severly embarass herself. Let the other vixetta pray it was not today, for now, in Ata's mind, it had begun. Hellish grin spread across labrums. Let her come, let her bring lackey's. The bloodlust was on Ata, and though her thinking would remain calm and collected, she was utterly ready to release her pent-up energy. She was ready.

Survival of the Fittest

[Callie]

Folie walked into the battle grounds soon after Ata,she was ready to fight and oozing with anger,although you couldn't tell what with her poker face.She halted to a standstill in front of Ata and waited,in her head she was thinking about just getting this over with and going back home,although yet again,he face showed none of her thoughts and feelings.As this was always how she was in any kind of battle or even just a little scuffle.You'd really have to know her know her to understand Folie.

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{Posteh #1 *Attack*}

Ata

Paramor watched her opponent carefully, her stance easy and graceful. Her lense's view habitually drifted toward facade, but soon found even her prying orbs from reaching the emotion beyond it. Ah..it looked as though the Folly was not quite so foolish as one might think. For her facade was an iron mask, and she had carefully practiced hiding it. Sadly for her, facials were not the only way one might tell her emotions. Gaze of earth w'shed vixen drifted over her bod, taking in it's most minute features. Her muscles were tightened slightly upon massive flanks, she was angry. Good. Anger meant rashness, and rashness meant defeat. or victory. It depended which side you were on.
There was also the way she twitched peltry slightly, as if to shake an annoying fly. But so far as Ata could tell, there was no pest attacking her coat. She was annoyed. Oh, let her be annoyed, let her think this would be the easiest fight she had ever been in, if she had even been in another. That way she would be all the more dissapointed, Ata reflected. She was not exactly vain...though it seemed so. She was merely confident of her abilities, especially against such a youthful and, considering the terrain, heavy adversary.
Ata did not speak, bow, nothing. That would ruin the element of surprise. Her charge was not as fast as it might have been, under the circumstances of the sandy soil, but it was still fast enough the vix would probably dub it better to hold her ground and hold the ram from Ata's shoulder blade that was to come.
Indeed it seemed as if that would be her tactic. Indeed it was what she did often, even against others of this fae's size. But this particular lass needed to be taught a lesson, and the seraph would see to it she got it. No slam came. Instead, she whirled herself from a sideways angle at the last second, ivorns aiming for the other's audits that were stiff and alert as a result of her impassive facade. Even if she managed to dodge the whip-like blow, Ata would still land somewhere along her nape or facial area. Indeed, Ata was sure she had hit somewhere, where did not matter. Then she danced backwards quickly as she had come, with even more energy as adrenilline surged through her veins. Pressing her auds deep into her skull, she tucked her crania tightly against her jugular, she had seen too many foolish fem's lose a fight and life that way. But woe to this Folly, for Ata was not fool!

Survival of the Fittest

[Callie]

((Post #1- Defense/Attack)
Folie saw the attack coming,in fact she was preparing for it,waiting for it.As she saw Ata come running and charging at her Folie just waited and would until the last minute.As the other fae gave her attack Folie reared up,just missing the the other's blow that would have hit upon her facade had she not reared.And as she came back down she hoped she would land on the other fae's back.Or at least land somewhere on her and cause some damage.After she had landed she reached out with her front hooves and aimed at her lower legs,hoping to crack a bone with her heavy and solid hooves...

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{Okay. I'm not an administrator, but number 1 rule about (at least just about) every fight is no god-moding. Now I'm not saying you are, in fact that was a brilliant dodge, but your character has to at least take some damage. Ata's move was extremely quick. You have to remember our characters builds, and the fact that it would have take Folie at least a little bit of time to rear. Maybe Ata's teeth scraped her shoulder a bit? I don't know, and I can't decide what damage you take, but I would like a bit of cooperation down this end. If you could edit your post I would be much obliged. Again, I'm sorry that this was a bit of a tirade, but I can get very annoyed by these things. I hope you understand. -Sylver}

{Post #2 *Attack*}

Ata

Ata's orbs noted the fae's forward momentum, but she was caught slightly off her guard at the predictability of the move. A rear? The vixetta, with her airs, would assumingly try some other, spontaneous move. But Ata took it in her stride. In the collected trail of thought, utterly strategic, of her mind, it was merely another way to warp this against her.
Indeed, the move was good. It was aimed directly at Ata's spine, and probably would have hit on target if the terrain hadn't been in her advantage, and her adversary hadn't underestimated her distance. For the distance between the cinnamon and cherry matriachs bod and the other was nearly a body-length, thanks to Ata's natural skills at ducking back. And the sand did not allow her adversary to launch herself into such a throw of her foreflints as she might have liked. Indeed, if Ata had not taken a moment to be surprised at the move she might have been able to dodge it entirely. But according to the circumstances she was merely able, as a reflex, to turn herself slightly to take the blow upon her shoulder.
Quickly, she assesed damage. The blow was wide, thanks to that confounded diabla's oversized flints, but luckily it was shallow and Ata's thick pelt quickly covered it, drawn by the tiny amount of crimson it oozed, which meant no dust would get into it. Good. An experimental twitch of her shouldblade also revealed the muscles were not hindered by the blow. Of course, it didn't matter to her even if they had been slightly unable, her strength was mainly in her sineous pillars.
Ah, and as wild as the other had flown herself upward, all things that go up must come down. And as Ata whirled upon the other, she realized with a certain amount of smugness that her opponent had clearly underestimated where she would land: right in front of Ata, off-balance from her jump-like assault. Wonderful. Ata, certainly, did not like her blood spilled, but when it did it made her wildly dangerous. And just as that emotion washed upon her a sickening suddeness, so her retallion was perfectly timed and yet deadly fast. Ata would have no one say she thrashed about. Her move was purposeful and clear; her ivorns were aiming once again for the vixetta's audit. Her orbs seemed to scream 'how good it will be for you to never hear again'. And yet here is where we find out what a good actor Ata is. For certainly the other, with very little time to react, would focus on moving her nape, which, while certainly in danger of being cut, for Ata was so set upon it she could not alter the course of her jaws even if she had wanted too, was not her real place to hurt. For meanwhile she had lifted herself in a slight rear, apparantly to get a better aim at the stockier dia's spinal. But really, her hooves made sharp course toward the other's ankle-bones, and so unexpected would the move be, not to mention that it would happen in the other's blind spot of vision, that it would be nearly impossible for her to escape without Ata's clever move not showing some dent upon her.
But now Ata had a fighting fury and, driving her maw down in time with her hoof beats, she proceeded to attempt to trample various parts of the adversary's anatomy. Unsure where exactly she had scathed, Ata danced back once more, this time out of reach even from powerful forward rearing or kick, so the other would have to approach her iron defense to attack. Hey, who said anything about playing fair?

Survival of the Fittest

[Callie]

((Move #2-Attack))

Folie knew that the other fae would retaliate and it would be a hard blow.But because she suspected it, she was ready for it.As the other fae came upon her she moved swiftly to the side and swung her head to her left.When the other vixen struck her,the blow hit her her hard on the shoulder and somewhat on her chest,instead of where it was indended,her head.Folie became even more outraged,making her even madder and gave her yet more adrenaline to run through her veins.She pinned her ears to her head and stalled for a moment,making the other wonder what her move was.Using her size and build to her advantage she did something most others would not attempt against this vixen.She moved in closer to Ata,and looked her dead in the eye,hoping to distract her from what Folie was about to do.
While she stared at the other fae she snorted in her face then she lashed out with her wide and muscular neck,she swung it as hard as she could at the other fae's eyes,hoping to damage them and at the same time she struck out with her plate sized hooves against the others lower legs,towards the weakest parts of them...

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{Thank you.}

{Post #3 *Attack*}

Ata

One might have assumed that with all the bloodlust and adrenaline that rushed through Ata's veins, her pallid orbs might have showed something less then their customary hateful glare. But, strangely, they just looked at the world with the same calm, haughty malevolence, with perhaps a mere trifle more anger and disdain. It was not that she meant to heighten herself by the way she looked down at the world, it was merely that she had never yet found one worthy of her respect.
And the fool of a vixen before her was clearly going to follow all of her predecessors, all of the others Ata had met and fought. Her vision, those self-centered black orbs that glimmered with competiton, dared meet Ata's, and the look returned was filled with enough malice and contempt to wilt even the bravest of hearts. And then she broke the gaze. Yes, she broke the gaze. But it was not sign of submission. Instead she was carefully watching the other fae, slightly backstepping in a circle. The diabla had clearly wished to make a fool of Ata, by giving her the choice of either lowering her gaze or watching her movements. Perhaps she thought that the move of her edging towards Ata would go unnoticed? If so, she was merely making a fool of herself rather than Ata. The move would be painfully obvious even to the dumbest of foals, and to Ata's quick wit and reflexs, it was almost ridiculously predicatble. Her pausing for effect before swinging her nape was also stupid. Really, Ata could have shredded her neck right there, but first she was pressed to raise herself in a slight rear from the groud so her own hard flints might encounter those of her opponent as she aimed them toward her leggings. A few slight cuts were made along her anklebones, but they were nothing to really worry about.
Finally the other's dial came too near, and Ata, in a springing last-moment attack-defense, sprang forward. She felt the blow land heavily on the base of her shoulder, but it was a quick pain that quickly passed. It had been a blunt blow, and was therefore insignificant. Indeed, it might ache a bit on the morrow, but a bruise would not be any hinderance to her. But she wasn't going to wait around for the other faes pearls to follow her muzzle. Her attack was fast, her own pearls aiming for the other's nape, this time, though, she attacked from beneath, aiming for the jugular, where even a small scratch would greatly hurt her opponents chances. Her hooves came up again, and once more pawed at the other's, a retalliatory move. She had clearly disregared the slight scratchs Ata had inflicted her last offense, but never mind. Even if she got merely several tiny cuts in both her locations of desired hurt it would please her. And yet, though her desire to taste blood was great, she could get it in a less perilous position.
Therefore she darted back again, once again at a distance where her adversary would have to approach her, and she would just laugh if she tried that 'lock orbs' thing again. Yet she was currently in no obvious danger, and therefore she decided to bait her opponent, who had become so outraged before at the cut along her breastbone. Well then, taunting, as long as it wasn't too obvous and un-verbal, would be quite the ticket. Therefore Ata closed her lids partially, and heighted her back left pillar, in the pretense of a doze. And yet a careful observer would not that her lenses peered with just as much intensity, even if they were partially veiled, and her muscles were still tense to react with haste should the paramor take too violent a rage and launch herself unexpectedly. So she stood, waiting, no fatigue showing itself, for her the battle to re-commence.

Survival of the Fittest

[Callie]

((Popst#3-Defense)

Folie,becoming aware of the way the other vixen was was always on edge and ready.And as Ata retaliated she was ready,and when Ata's teeth aimed for he jugular she did sonething somewhat odd,she just dropped to the ground,taking the hit on her chest where it didn't hurt very bad at all,just a nice scratch,nothing she couldn't handle.But instead of striking back like to other vixen thought she would she changed her stragetgy.She just lay there on the ground,acting like she was seriously injured or even dead.But of course she wasn't,although from the way she was acting you would have thought otherwise.She had slowed her breathing so much it looked like she had stopped beating and her body was limp,her eyes and ears drooped.She lay as still as can be,waiting,listening to see what the other vixen would do now.

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{Post #4 *Attack*}

Ata

Now, it is not that Ata was smart, or clever, or whatever you would like to call it. She had just the perfect mixture of perception, suspicion, experience, luck, and skill. Therefore although she might not be particularly wise, she could not be classified as stupid. And yet there was a great difference between her had that class, shallow as it may seem.
Ata hated those that were stupid. And though her dislike had, deep down, the basis of the hatred of anything different for herself, she had not been from the start prejudiced against the offending ones of little intelligence. That, in fact, was little of her reason. She merely disliked them because they were so easy to see through, so little amusement. Yes, because they did not amuse her. Inhumane, perhaps, but what do you expect?
In any case, Ata was particularly getting annoyed by the other fae. The battle itself was good, the other was a, if not admirable, at least semi-worthy adversary. But she did not like her adversary simply because she was so easy to see through. Certainly the fight had progressed nicely, them both taking injuries. Yet she simply had a feeling that one of these days the other was going to do something remarkably.....stupid.
As she retreated with haste and yet grace from her offense, she saw the other had taken yet another wound on the chest. She actually, for the first time in the battle, smirked outwardly. Her injuries amounted to a mere shallow cut along her shoulderblade, a few tiny scratches around her flints, and a slight bruise along her should bone. Indeed, their count of wounds was equally matched, but her opponent held two along her chestbone. The fool. She assumed because she was 'big and strong' that the bleeding of her heartblood mattered little. Well, when it just kept bleeding they would see, now wouldn't they? And shortly following this heartening discovery came a find that even greater spread Ata's devilish grin. The fool was falling, and for a second, Ata truly believed exhaustion had caught up with her enemy. But her naturally suspicious nature quickly had her note that though the other's auds were 'drooping' they still had a certain stiffness about them of one listening closely.
She was faking. Oh, it was enough to make Ata laugh. She had had a premoniton the other was going to do something insensible, who would have thought that would take place as she thought it.
Ata had gotten the impression of 'snake' from the other vixen all along. Well what do you know. This peculiar little serpent chose to play dead so it could inject it's venemous bite before the crafty little fox could dash out of the way. Well poor serpent, for this sheela was more cunning than her outward almost matriachal air of superiority, put on not by vanity but just as her nature, might lead you to suspect.
Thus Ata allowed herself to slip into utter act, and there was absolutely nothing detectable about it, for she really meant that snort of victory. Well, perhaps it lacked a bit of the enthusiasm of a victory rightfully won, but Folie knew little of Ata's afterparties, so how the heck would she be able to tell that. Moving her footing like as a complicated dancer, she moved to behind the hessia, shallowing her breathing so she appeared farther away than she actually was, and she let loose a small stamp that would seem like the claimence of a winner far away. Ha, ha, it was all too easy.
Then her lightning move came. She lauched herself in a sort of jump, aimed directly for the other's lower spinal. Even if the other was suspicious and moved right away, with the sandy soil restricting her movement she would hardly be able to defend herself much less retalliate. And if the blow hit where it was meant to, she would had trouble with her back legs. If it didn't...well...huge cut in the flank for Folie. Either way, Ata had dodged back, once more dancing a taunting, mocking little dance, and they were back where they had started, counting perhaps a few more wounds, Ata for the better. Oh, you say, it should be fair? Well poor you, because Ata just threw rules and ethics out the window. She know what she wants and any who get in her way are, in her book, about as good as roadkill.

Survival of the Fittest

[Callie]

((Post#4-Defense/Attack))
Thanks to Folie's extremely long and dark lashes she was watching the whole time without even being noticed so.So when Ata thought she was smart and that Folie was so stupid the tables were turned.At just the right moment Folie's speediness, despite her size,kicked in.She launched herself up right at the other vixen and attempted to slam into her just as she tried to injure her.So instead of taking it to the back,like intended,she took it to her highly padded shoulder.Underneath all of her bulkiness was a very agile and quick fae.Never judged a book by it's cover or face the consequences.

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{Geez, I'm starting to sound like a stickler....but this time, I really have to point it out. Once again, I don't want to sound as if I'm out on a tirade, but I'm rather sick of basic anatomy being disregarded (this is not just by you, I've had to deal with several other RPG's a few moments ago with some really bad RPers, so I am pretty on edge). I have made it clear with Ata that because she is lighter in build her wounds are, generally, more hurtful but she is able to dodge them better. Heavier build horses, such as Folie, generally are less able to dodge. Another thing about them is that they don't have eyes in the back of their head. Even if Folie's lashes hid her eyes (which, by the way, was an absolute stroke of genius), she is unable to see Ata and thereby know how far away without giving away her position because Ata is behind her and, once again, she does not have eyes in the back of her head. Also, even if she did, by some way, sense Ata...there are several problems with your dodge. My biggest problem is that there simply cannot be a 'very agile and quick fae underneath all the bulkiness'. That is just basic anatomy. Your moves have been too quick for the horse you are playing. Just....please. I need cooperation. But the thing that really set me off with this dodge was the way Folie moved. Does she...somehow...not have a backbone? Because to take the blow on her shoulder she would have to move faster than she is able, and she would have to move in a very contorted position (along the lines of a backflip) from laying. You have to remeber, Ata is by her tailbone. She would have to literally flip back to take it on her shoulder. You don't have to edit the post if you don't feel like it...but just could you remember that for the future?
Thanks so much
-Sylver}

{Post #5 *Attack*}

Ata

As Ata had darted back, she had noted the other fae's movement. In a split second she had, she took in the other's injuries. A cut, neither shallow nor deep, along the shoulder. But, by the looks of it, some muscle had snapped. Oh lovely. If that was the case, than, once again, the diabla had made a mistake for the worst. First the chest wound she took with such ease, that Ata noted still looked as though it was seeping blood. Then this shoulder cut...probably the other was thinking along the same lines, that her shoulder could take that. Well, when she had trouble moving her foreleg, than they would see. And finally, assuming she was faster than Ata. The others were stupid, but the last one....well, the simple laws of gravity and anatomy worked against it. What do you think Ata would have to say about that? Good, you can imagine. Because I want to spare telling you.
Ata's attention turned rapidly back to the other fae. It struck her as amazing the other could get up so fast, she had probably she had to twist her back painfully. Oh...Ata thought, and a flicker of pleasure crossed her facade, so quickly that it was hardly readable. The other might be scarcely out of foalhood, but she would feel that twist, probably when she tired to whirl on Ata for this next move.
Her charge against Ata was painfully obvious. The other fae's shoulder butted against hers, and Ata grit her ivorns, and curved her nape slightly as if in pain. Well, it did hurt a little, but it merely had made the bruise under her shoulder bone lengthen a little. Nothing very severe, or that would hinder her. Then she struck, her speed faster than before. Her jaws aimed to clamp along her opponents stomach, anywhere, anywhere they could reach or find purchase. Her attack was quick, but extremely fierce, and her ivorns stayed clamped even after she pulled away, and if they had met any flesh, they would take it with them. Dashing back, she wore a hellish grin upon her labrums. It often vexed her that fights were over so quickly. For Ata's endurance had scarcely begun to work out.
She noted her opponents blood upon her shoulder bone, probably from the cut Ata had given her. Indeed, they both looked utterly beat up, if one surveyed the scene who was not involved. But in both their orbs, or in Ata's certainly, burned the fire of the fight, which could not easily be quenched.

Survival of the Fittest

[Callie]

((Sorry.Noted.I didn't realize she was behind Folie for some reason(maybe a dumb blonde moment even though I'ma ctually brunette) so that is why I posted like that.))

((Post #5-Attack))
Folie felt her last dodge but the ache quickly subsided,but when Ata attacked her once again and this time clamping down on her flesh.Folie was happy she was so large at this time,she had plenty of muscle,flesh,and yes,fat to go around.When Ata clamped down and backed off it merely stung,she had only gotten some extra fat from her stomach area.Ha,that'll show her to mess with a draft.This move only made Folie even angrier,and if anyone knew her past they would run away right about now.But let's not go into her past in detail,you can just imagine for right now.Folie stood up with cuts,bruises,and injuries all over.some bleeding,some not,it made her angry,her adrenaline flowing freely through her veins,her blood cold and her anger boiling inside.Folie started to walk away like she had given up and with the same posture as a loser,and when the most unexpected, she whirled around and latched onto Ata's bod,getting as much as possible into her mouth,but being a draft,that was alot.And then with all of her might pulled back as hard as she could at the moment.Inside she was laughing and having fun causing pain and injuries.Some would say she was psycho,but hey,what's so wrong with that?