Challenge for Galaxy

[Reflection]

Murdurous daggers thudded brutally as the massive brute galloped into the fighting Valley. black banners billowed out darkly, as red-tinted orbs glowered fiercely, filled with hate for most others. His crown held high, a true look of evil fell upon him. largening brutally carved hooves moved him with ease. And his muscles rippled threatingly under his blood stained pelt. expected a larger stallion he had to make the fight a bit more interesting, but who cared if he creamed the petite stag? NOt him certianly. His long deathly banners cascaded dreadfully down his neck, his forelock covering his evilly stained hued orbs. Suddenly he felt his muscles rise, as he propelled himself easily. forming a brutal rear. He reared upon hind legs and let out a ear piercing call for the lead of the what ever it was hills place, knowing that the puny stag must be relatively close by now...

The ruthless brute came to an abrupt halt. which came to resulting in soil flying up around his daggers recklessly, as he collected himself more fully. His black banners cascaded darkly down, and his red-tinted orbs glared loathingly around. Looking for the stag, the lead of...What was that stupid Terra? Oh, Who cared. He already had a terra anyway. And the mare the challenge was for, he had picked her randomly to challenge for. Because he thought that she'd be a fun target to break a heart for. so he didn't hold much favor for the wrench....

The brute felt no emotions right now once again. Not fury, nor egarness, and DEFINENTLY NOT fear once again. He never feels fear, never did. Never will. That job has, and always will lie upon his opponent. Hardy an opponant. More of a fly. he thought humorously with a dark sense. He snorted as he impatiantly waited. He hated waiting. What could take the slow weakling so long. His small little legs probably gave out. he thought with a dark, taunting humor. His dark banners wavered ruggedly and his glossy black pelt shone a dreadful gleam. His muscles rippled greatly, and he was ready. He was always ready. Standing at 19.2hh The brute was a wall of a horse, and almost impossible to cause pain. The brute joyed in the sight of blood. even his own. For he was a true murdurer, not a pretend one. A TRUE murdurer. And he never gave mercy. Ruthless, brutal, and uncaring he was. He never even doubted himself, or what he had become. No he was pure evil. teeth bared, and ears pinned back like knives, he waited. Burning eyes and blood stained hooves, and pelt. That was who he was and always would be. And he was proud of it. for he truly loved the evil he was. And that was why he was truly evil. For he was.... The brute snorted as he impatiantly waited for his opponent. He hated waiting. HATED it. As he hated most everyting else. Other then blood, death, torture, and so on....

Desore

A monster of remorseless cruelty...

[horselover4ever122]

I am here Numaric Light said as he galloped into this forsaken land of death and blood. He studied Desrore looking for a way to defeat him. He noticed the blood lust shining brightly in his eyes and his monstrous height. Lets get on with it With that being said he reared up, barely reaching Desore's shoulder, and bit- HARD! He pivoted away ripping off skin.

[Reflection]

Are you training to be a ballerina brute? Because it certianly looks like it Desore laughed darkly as the small little stag pivoted away. As Desore saw the small trickle of blood. He bobbed his head in dreadful joy. He loved blood. And it was HILARIOUS how weak that stupid nip was. He didn't make a move as the stag reared. boy, this stupid stag was even weaker then the last one! Why couldn't any stupid stag give him a bit of a challenge. even a SMUDGE. But nope. And that certianly wasn't going to happen in this fight. Desore thought sarcastically. Anyway, he was wasting time. So he narrowed his orbs and flashed his daggers at the weak little horse, purposely not making contact. He then backed up a few yards...

It was all part of the plan.....

Desore suddenly burst off at a wicked fast gallop, like an arrow. And right as he was less then a centimeter from the stag, he wheeled right around bucking out a strike, and hitting an intensely hard impact upon the little fly's barrel. He wasted no time. None. And so he pivoted he struck out again with his front daggers. His daggers flashed again, as if to hit the brute's shoulder but at the last possible second, he moved, and made hard to bone contact with the brute's head. Clearly knocking the small stag unready he wheeled and reared upon the stags back. He threw his full weight at the brute, and landed all his weight on him. As he did he dug his ivories deep into the stag's flesh, and felt the blood spill on his tongue. But he did not release. Instead, he ripped his ivories down, and down, pulling flesh off the puny stag, while still making contact with his daggers. Finally he pushed off, leaving a long piece of the stag's flesh hanging from the stag's shoulder, and knocking the brute clear over. As the stag lay on the ground, Desore gave him no chance to get back on his daggers, and blocked every attempt. Suddenly he reared all his weight on the stag's head, and struck out at his flank. He then did his once again FAVORITE move. because it was totally unnatrual to horses. And HE had mastered it. So he propelled himself off all four daggers, and landed fully, FULLY upon the stag. The impact was so hard, it would clearly knock the air out of the petite stag. then he bolted off the stag, by running over his head. But he still blocked the stag from getting up. So he kicked out. He kicked, and reared, and bit, and pulled, and jumped, and struck--HARD. Gaining more and more, and MORE energy from the sight of the blood swimming from the stag everywhere....

[horselover4ever122]

Numaric Light watched as the blood gudhed from his wounds and fell to his knees as the stag leapedonto him. He endured the massive pain as he slowly stood. He looked at the stag. I'm not giving up. HE then leaped into the air and struck out with his hindlegs, like a lippizaner, making contact with bone as his daggers bit into Desore's head. Quickly he raced around and then plunged head first into Desore's massive bosy, then bit doen with all of his might. He wasn't going to lose. The power of his love for Galxy will prevail! As he was thinking that he dodged a few of Desore's blows and then struck out biting Desore's flank. He raced away, trailing behing him a trail of blood. He hid, watching, in the shadows, waiting for Desore's next move.

[Reflection]

Desore just laughed at the brute's comment and stood there not budging a step as the dumb stag tried to move him. As usual to someone like Desore the scene would've been hilarious. Just as he had done to Justice he was doing To Numairic What ever his name was. He was treating him like a toddler. The bites didn't get through his tough hide mostly, and the kicks were really weakly forced; so Numaric Whatever would have to try MUCH harder, if he wanted to even move the massive brute. When the small stag finally seemed done with that try Desore watched him creep into the shadows. The creeping Numaric whatever did was a bit pathetic, and so it would really not do much. Anyway, if Numairic Whatever was trying to hide...it would NOT work, because he was still in absoloute PLAIN view. So for a few minutes Desore just stood there looking at the small stag as if the stag was a mutant alien or something trying to hide from a meteor....

Finally Desore got bored and let his voice thunder out in a taunting tone Training to be a possum weakling? Or no wait! This is sharaides isn't it! Ah, I know. Your being a...butterfly aren't you! Ah well it fits. Butterflies do no harm, and so far all you've done is maybe a few specky bruises and a few microscopic blood sprouts on my pelt. The voice sneered at the stag What will you do now? Hit me with your tail as hard as you can? Oh! I'm terrified! Ahhhhhhhh......your so pathetic. Can we get on with fighting now butterfly? Or do you want to linger a bit and smell a few flowers? His black banners billowed out darkly, and his red-tinted orbs gowered evilly as he waited.....

But the butterfly made no move and so with Desore's impatiant trait he finally snapped Well, Sorry but You've lost your chance to watch the flowers sprout. And with that he charged at a deadly pace, and at the last possible moment Desore wheeled around, and made hard contact with Numaric Whatever's shoulder, knocking him back hard. He then wasted no time in rearing heavily upon Numaric Whatever's back, and knocking him off balance. Al his weight was shoved upon him, and suddenly he wheeled and bucked out fully, and made abosoloute intense contact with his shoulder knocking Numaric Whatever off his daggers. as the butterfly fell Desore sunk his ivories deep into his flesh feeling the blood rush to his teeth, and scraped down leaving yet another flapping piece of skin flying on Numaric Whatever. But that did not stop him. He kept moving, and rearing, and dodging, and kicking, bucking, jumping. He did most everything to dreadfully and in a deathly manner hurt Numaric Whatever. And every time he landed upon his head lying on the blood stained soil he landed with tremendous weight. Every time he reared upon Numaric Whatever knocking away whisps of breath he dug deep into his flesh his murdurous daggers. Every time he dug his ivories deep into ihs flesh ripping off pelt he grinned. Blood spilled from Numaric Whatever upon the dry earth, and Desore loved it. And all the time he blocked the stag's attemps to get up. Every time.....

[horselover4ever122]

Numaric Light dodged Desore's mighty blows as he attempted to rip off his flesh. He danced away, sidestepping into the shadows. Using the shadows as cover he circled Desore and ran, full speed at Desore's back. He flew over his back and as Desore cringed Numaric Light usd that oppertunity to attack. He shoved Desore, bit him, scratched him, bucked at him. His ivories bit into Desore's flesh and a massive change cam over Numaric Light as he tasted the blood. Blood... he drooled. His eyes started to glow with a lust for blood. He savagly bit harder and harder until he reached bone. He crunched down, unable to break bone. He trotted away a few steps and returned for another attack. He bucked, landing a kick at Desor's hind quaters, leaving a mark. Ha! You shall alway bear the marks that I made! He yelled crazily as he tuned around and reared. His daggers bit into Desore's tough hide and Numaric Light watched in satisfaction, the blood oozing slowly from Desore's mighty wounds. I'm not a butterfly. Numaric Liht started as he launched a kick at Desore's head. Dang! It missed I'm a Tasmanian Devil! He turned and decided to let out another blow before waiting for Desore's move. He lept up, all four feet, and then kicked out with his hind legs. He felt the satisfying feeling of hoof aagainst bone as his ddaggers connected with Desore's jaw. That move was only perfected by the elite, the dancers, the Lipizzaners!

[Mage]

((Horselover4ever122, no power playing))

[Thanos]

(hmmm... reflection, your kind of, kind of, powerplaying too. We aren't sure that Numaric will fall. just has horselover wont know if desore will cringe, but anyhow)

[Reflection]

((Yes, But I gave Numaric Light an easy chance to just post that he rolled over quickly hitting Desore in the barrel while Desore was trying to keep him down, and so then the rest could go on with Desore still doing the things...But It may have been powerplaying a bit I suppose. IT just sounds a bit fairer then making a horse cringe, and so taking the cringing chance to hurt the horse....But I may be wrong...most likely..lol))

[Mage]

(I think we all power play just a little bit without noticing it. Alright so its your it next Reflection, after that you both have one more post each and then its time for Shadow to decide the winner)

[horselover4ever122]

(Sorry! I kinda noticed that both of us were power playing, I was going to say something to reflection, but I was power playing too. Its just so harn Not to! If you didn't accidently it would be like this
P1; Desore kicked
P2 Numaric Light dodged and reared, bstriking with his neck.
P1 Desore watched as he blow connected.

It would be such short posts!

[echoeddreams]

((sorry i haven't posted, I was kidnapped (taken on holiday without knowing) So I won't post now because there is no point. Sorry=[))

[Reflection]

Desore didn’t budge a millimeter as Numaric Light tried moving him. He just stood there completely un-affected by every move the stag tried. Then as the stag tried to jump over his haunchs he looked at Numaric Light as if he was a complete loon, and sidestepped to make sure the stag didn’t kill himself, Because Desore wanted him to live and feel the after pain of the fight. If the stag thought that he had cringed, or was surprised he was completely and ENTIRELY dreaming. So as the stag wheeled around taking advantage of his sidestep and tried to shove him, a short taunting laugh exploded from Desore. Pathetic he thought, And rolled his orbs as he watched the stag attempt to hurt him. Suddenly Desore simply closed his orbs and stood not moving a centimeter. A few laughs escaped him as the petite daggers brushed his pelt, and when the ivories dug to his pelt he shook his head. What an beginner Numaric Light was, because honestly what the stag bit hard onto and what Numaric Light thought was bone, was really pelt still. Desore had a ridiculously thick hide, because honestly what the stag bit hard onto and what Numaric Light thought was bone, was really pelt still. Desore had a ridiculously thickly tough hide, and he sighed again. When he opened his orbs again all he saw was a petite trickle of blood running from his shoulder, and he simply stood there as he watched the stag tried again, and again. Each try made no difference. Finally when the stag said that he was not a butterfly but a tazmanian devil Desore turned his crown to look at him and laughed sarcastically with a taunting tone Yes! Tazmanian Devils are puny things too. But I believe that they bite not nip as you do Mr. Butterfly.…

Treating Numaric Light like a toddler he was. And it was quite funny. Really Numaric Light was doing no real damage what-so-ever to desore except maybe a few microscopic bruises. He rolled his orbs and looked sarcastically at Numaric Light as he tried to fight him. Finally Desore got bored and started up again….

He waited until the exact moment to rear up, and right when it came he made his move. Rearing on-top of Numaric Light he threw all of his weight on-top of him. As he landed heavily upon Numaric Light’s withers, he scraped brutally his ivories down his shoulder, peeling skin off of the stag. Blood swam from Numaric Light’s shoulder, and Desore wasted no time in taking advantage of the injury. He bucked out making ridiculously hard contact with Nuamric Light’s shoulder, landing his daggers in the blotch of blood , and therefore splattering it out, and digging his daggers deep into the injury. He pushed his back daggers in, and shoved out. Then he released his mightly crazed grip with daggers and in less then a split second he barred his teeth as he arched his neck, and exploded into a HUGELY impacted shove with his fore. His dark banners cascaded, and his orbs flashed wildly as he advanced. Playtime was over. He charged again, and again knocking into him so hard, it would be impossible for the stag to stay locked. Finally he saw what he was looking for, and dug his ivories impossibly deep into Numaric Light’s hide and feeling loads of blood lap up against his tongue as he kept his grip with ivories and twisted his hocks around to made a C-crested kick, while his front daggers stayed locked immovably. His tail whipped around wildly, in anguish, as anger form random causes entered the brute. Suddenly he was mad. At Numaric Light, at animals, at nature, at the earth, at Life, At EVERYTHING. He felt a horrous fury rise as he suddenly seemed to fast into a bloodstopping pace of attacks. No mercy. NONE. EVERYONE DESERVED TO DIE. And he would make that happen he decided in a furious mode. If you caught glimpse of the brute at the moment terror would strike your very heart, if you even had one. For fighting in pure underserved fury he resembled inexplictively closely to a demon devil of terror. If you know what one is. If not then be glad, for as his blood chilled, so did his orbs. Nothing could stop him. He wasn’t just fighting for a stupid mare anymore. NO, now he was fighting for fury. For revenge not needed, or earned. For stupid, Stupid life….

So much Anger...SO MUCH!!! What triggered it was unknown, but it was there and a trait to beware. He lunged at the stag. He tore into his hide like a couger….But worse...Oh God worse. Nothing could stop him, as he tore ruthlessly like a carnivore into the stag. He reared up and hit hard onto his back, following a hard to core buck. He barreled intro him, and even reared backwards hitting hard into him, while endangering. He shoved him back with his talons, and crown, and his ivories never stopped tearing into hide. His feathered daggers shone with blood, as he dug in deep. Flaring crazily he never halted, never stopped. Hardly even breathed. For there was no time. His fury kept vibrating greatly as he fought. Another buck hit hard into Numaric Light’s collarbone, and a lunge followed to the cannon bone. He charged again, and then whammed a bodice breath-stopping in a numbing impact, and didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t. Whatever it was there was NO MERCY. No compassion no feeling. And suddenly he hated the world, and it’ts residents. NO more words uttered from his maw, for there was no waste in the matter as he vigorously wheeled into him. Bucking out and making extremely hard contact. His blood stained pelt shone out, and his black banners whipped around as he reared onto him again, and knocked back. Another shove followed, and then a butted jetter. He slammed again into him, and tore once again into his hide, making blood explode uncontrollably from Numaric Light’s pelt. No rest. No breath. He kept on. He was not tired. Not exausted. Not thirsty, not hungry. Nothing. He felt NOTHING but anger. NOTHING. He launched another kick, and made ridiculously hard-contact while launching a bodice-fully filled shoveing barrel butt. At the same time he dragged his ivories again down his flank. He launched a fake kick at Numaric light’s flank and purposely wheeled around to Rear up slamming his daggers fatally into Nuamric Light’s head, and clawing with hooves at his orbs. Then he dug his ivories into hide, and snaked his neck around, as he kicked out, and launched another buck, both making shoving contact, and then he continued to rear…

NO TIME WAS WASTED as he dragged his ivories again down the hide, and slammed bodice to Nuamric’s blood swelled bodice. NOTHING WAS WASTED. NO MOVE. NO LOOK. NOTHING!!!!!!! The anger kept vibrating terrorfully, NOTHING. HE lept out, and lunged making boned contact, and dragging brutally his ivories, drawing hide to peel off gushing blood. HE reared up again, and shoved, while striking Numaric’s head. Then another kick was again launched, as he dragged and shoved ruthlessly. NO MERCY. NOENE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anger flared through him at everything; Everyone! NOTHING. NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he was furious at the world for a unneeded reason, and still it held tight. Numaric’s blood gushed out, and yet Desore DID NOT STOP. He kept at it. The fight feeding him more and more and more and more and more and more and MORE energy ALL THE TIME! He jumped out, and pounced ruthlessly, a evil glare glowering in his orbs. Yet he didn’t pause. No breath. Nothing. But no pause. No break. no stop. NOTHING!!!!! Fury, fury fury!!!!!! It never stopped feeding him more, and more. Hate! Evil! Hate! Hate! Hate! Fury! Why? WHO CARED. Because he would show NO mercy. NO MERCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NONE! He dragged his ivories down flank again, and bucked out once again making boned contact. HE once agin reared up, and barreled hard into the bloody bodice. Hate flashed as he rolled out, and shoved. Butted out, and arched dreadfully. HATE HATE HATE. NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing. His dark banners cascaded, and hate for the world never ceased. NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hate! Hate. So much fury, billowed out as he reared again, striking doiwn. Strike, strike, strike. Each time more powerful then before. HATE. Nothing. NOTHING! But he kept, he kept it going. NEVER stopping. NEVER pausing, NEVER NEVER NEVER. NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing. Never. Never. Fury flashed, as so did daggers contact made. Shoved aside, billowed back. HATE HATE HATE. A rear formed lunges out, CONTACT again. HARD HARD HARD. Nothing! Nothing!!!!!!!! HE dragged his ivories agaoin. Sinking deep. Deeper! Deeper! Blood gushing from Numaric. Never ending. Never pausing NEVER NEVER NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fury growing more, and more. Explosion, of rears. Lunge, CONATCT. Billowed out butted tresor. Contact. Shoved out hit bodice, dragged ivories blood, blood, gushing from Numaric uncontrollably. Yet he did not stop. No pause. No breath. Nothing. NOTHING!!!!! Nothing and never. Never and nothing. He shoved back. Sheoved past. Hit5 hard, and dragged his ivories down the hide. No pause. No stop. No breath .he kept going. KEPT GOING. NEVER CEASING! NEVER, NOTHING. NOTHING NEVER. ALWAYS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MERCY!!!!!!!! He lunged out, and scraped down, blood gushing. HE bucked making boned contact. Blood. HE reared slamming into head. Blood. Numaric’s blood swarmed everywhere. But no glory came. Just fury. More and more. Fury. Firy., firy. Firy. NEVER!!!!!!!! NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!! never!! and nothing!!! Mercy Not! Yet no word was uttered. Nothing. Never. Nothing. NOTHING. HATE. Hate. HATE. He lunged, and scraped. Numaric’s blood gushing out. Reared ontop, and toppled the hock. Never wavering. Hate. Hate. hate. More then a fight. Nothing. Never. Never. Never. Nothing. Nothing. HATE! He lunged again, and hit hard. Scraping ivories down hide. He reared up. Hate never stopping. Scraped down. Down down. Deeper ivories. Feathered daggers brought blood, ivories brought more pain, and crown shoved past as the rear formed and dropped, to a bolt. Shove rear past, kick, lunge, sink, blood, never ceasing…NEVER!!! Not stopping he continued. NO stopping. Never. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. HATE Fury….Nothing!!! his orbs flashed a red tint, and banners billowed. Flash, rear, stomp, lunge. HE slammed bodice to bodice, shoved over. Daggers digging deeper. Numaric’s wounds much blood. Never stopping. Rear formed, trudged hit. Contact! Ivories scrape brutally against weaked hide. Towering. Towering. Energy never leaving. MORE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Numaric’s blood gushing, swimmoing, swarming leaving. To much. Not enough. Kept on…

Kept on…

But no stopping, he kept on. Nothing never. NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!! HATE Fury. Loathe. A rear came, lunge, kick, scrape, blood gush… world hate, hate hate hate hate hate fury!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ivories sunk into hide. DEEPER, DEEPER!!!!!!!!! Blood. Nmaric’s BLOOD, BLOOD GUSHING, FLOWING, Swimming, NEVER ENDING!!!!!!!!! Kept on, KEPT ON! Reared up, scraped ivories, huge daggers dug deep into the flesh. DEEPER DEEPER!!!!!!!!!! Not stopping. Never stopping. Continuously. HATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lunged, scraped ivories down Numaric’s flank bood, blood. Never ending. NEVER. FURY rising, Rising, RISING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Never ending energy, hate hate hate hate hate hate never never NEVER ENDING HATE. NEVER!!!!!!!!!! Lunge, rear, blood flowing gushing going. He slammede hard into Nuamric, shoved past. Daggers flew. Knocking, slamming. NEVER ENDING. Kept up. Hate hate, hate. NO more playing. LET THE Fight BEGIN. Pounced brutally, lunged contact. Reared formed flaring, flaring contact! Hard, slam, shove. Blood, from the enemy; Numaric the butterfly. NO words uttered. NONE. Slammed into, shove, rear formed, flared, flared. Butter contact. Hard, hard hard. Contact. Kicked, out strike. Striking. CONATCT!!!!!!! Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rear formed out, striking daggers to Numaric, knocked off. Hard contact. Ivories scrape down fleshed hide, blood spilled out from Nuamric. Blood…Blood…Blood….Never ending. Numaric failing. Kept up. MORE MORE MOER. Energy never stopping. Never ending. Always there. hate hate hate. Horrid world. Horrid stag enemy. NO MERCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lunged out he did, and formed a rear, hard contact. HARD. Hate flashed. Fury unneeded. Blood spilled from Nuamric. YET kept UP! KEPT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fury rising…..

OOC: hee hee this is fun!

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Desore got really mad suddenly. lol

[i!shadow!i]

((You are both powerplaying. I'm going to have to have you both either start over with this fight, or forget about the whole thing and the one who started with Galaxy gets her. You both should not be powerplaying for it is against the rules))

[Reflection]

((I've got a good way to rap this up. Anyway, I didn't really know what to do with galaxy, Desore just wanted to be mean. Mission Accomplished. LoL. None win, None lose. Now I shall stop my overly annoying chit-chat and finish up this fight.))

[Reflection]

dark banners billowed out as Desore laughed in satisfaction and then turned to Numaric Light and gave a yawn. This fight bores me...Anyway, I never wanted the mare. I just wanted to scare her and her foal, then injure you in a fight, and be damaging and mean. Mission Accomplished. I also decided that since your mare is of no use to my herd that I would wait until i got bored to say that your moves bore me. Which they do and then I would leave. Anyway, this was just a test. And sadly brute, you failed it. You can expect me to be racking up trouble in your terra in the future brute. So, Now that I have accomplished all of this, the best point severly injuring you, I can go back to my terra to think up my next striking test on a stag, or mare, or just doing damage to someone's terra. Well, this has been a fun skirmish, and I shall go plan my next strike on your terra. Goodbye. And one hint-Watch you back... and with a smirk on his face Desore stood waiting for Numaric Light to leave...

[Reflection]

((lol. Desore has such an evil personality it's evil))

[horselover4ever122]

Numaric Light panted as he watched in dismay as Desore studied him. He lifted his head, proud to be alive defending his mares. His eyes shone with a fierce determination that friendly stags
are known for. Numaric Light waited. He didn't want Desore to land a sneak attack when his back was turned, so he stood there waiting for Desore to leave.

OOC: He doesn't think of it as losing. Apparently we're going to forget about it

[i!shadow!i]

((I said you can start over or quit the fight and forget about it.))

[Reflection]

((I know so we ended the fight))