Post by savannauni on May 15, 2016 19:59:50 GMT -6
Zestoka | Valkyrie
The russian mare exited from her inn that late morning and began to enjoy the flower festival, it was the 3rd day and there was still so much to see and do. Zestoka ate and drank some while engaging in small talk with others in the street and taking in all the sights there were to offer, from the tiniest flower, to the huge garlands of interlocking warm colored flowers that decorated shops, inviting horses in with the warm, luring colors and sickly sweet scents.
After all that she settled on a food stand looking from honey covered red bean dumplings when the pastel colored mare had met another Valkyrie, she hadn't had the pleasure of meeting yet. A small tough looking mare named Froya. The kid was full of spit fire and the two quickly got on the topic of wrestling, Zet boasting she could take on all the raiders with a hoof tied to her stomach while Froya said she could do all that, take on zet in half that time! COming to a slightly awkward stand still the two decided to act like adults and settle their differences with a wrestling match. They headed over to a large white circle drawn on the cobble stone pathway and choose their own corners.
The rules were simple, get your opponent to take a step out of the ring, it didn't matter how and no blood shed was allowed (along with breaking bones). Seeing two Valkyries were going to face off some horses drew closer curiously, keeping a foot back from the white line. Zet's plan was to rush the opposing mare and knock her back, hopefully out of the circle. If that fail Zet planned on colliding heads, knowing she most likely had the thicker skull iof the two, and while Froya was dazed push the mare back with brute strength. Her other tactic was to fake Froya out and then use the confusion to her advantage to knock her off balance with her shoulder then finish it with a final kick hoping to cause the mare to stagger a few steps back. Zet was all about wasting the least amount of time possible by using her size to her advantage.
The russian mare exited from her inn that late morning and began to enjoy the flower festival, it was the 3rd day and there was still so much to see and do. Zestoka ate and drank some while engaging in small talk with others in the street and taking in all the sights there were to offer, from the tiniest flower, to the huge garlands of interlocking warm colored flowers that decorated shops, inviting horses in with the warm, luring colors and sickly sweet scents.
After all that she settled on a food stand looking from honey covered red bean dumplings when the pastel colored mare had met another Valkyrie, she hadn't had the pleasure of meeting yet. A small tough looking mare named Froya. The kid was full of spit fire and the two quickly got on the topic of wrestling, Zet boasting she could take on all the raiders with a hoof tied to her stomach while Froya said she could do all that, take on zet in half that time! COming to a slightly awkward stand still the two decided to act like adults and settle their differences with a wrestling match. They headed over to a large white circle drawn on the cobble stone pathway and choose their own corners.
The rules were simple, get your opponent to take a step out of the ring, it didn't matter how and no blood shed was allowed (along with breaking bones). Seeing two Valkyries were going to face off some horses drew closer curiously, keeping a foot back from the white line. Zet's plan was to rush the opposing mare and knock her back, hopefully out of the circle. If that fail Zet planned on colliding heads, knowing she most likely had the thicker skull iof the two, and while Froya was dazed push the mare back with brute strength. Her other tactic was to fake Froya out and then use the confusion to her advantage to knock her off balance with her shoulder then finish it with a final kick hoping to cause the mare to stagger a few steps back. Zet was all about wasting the least amount of time possible by using her size to her advantage.