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 B u r n I n ±Burn Baby Burn± H e l l  > | From The Pits Of Hell I Did Arrive From Her Cruel Flames I Did Derive My Mother The Evil, Blood Of Thousands On Her Soul My Father The sinful, Dark Justice His Goal Failure Unthought Of, It Shall Not Be I Shall Prove My Bloodlust, And All Shall see I Came Here Not Merely Toi Fight But To Conquer And Destroy The Last Ray Of Light ... Peace is for fools who fall behind ... |
± I pace in a tight oval, never turning my back to my opponent. My muscles quiver with harnessed energy beneath my taunt ebony pelt, ready for the inevitable release, yet I hold them back. I force my limbs to step cautiously ahead, my tough nadirs dropping irritably to the ground. My cold optical spheres appraise the challenged, warily observing her motions. Seconds after the first off bound, I do not wait for her to catch breath, or to recover, but as if a switch has been flicked, the rigidity in my hindquarters propels me ahead from a standstill. My lengthy appendages sweep over the terrain, setting a dusty vapour behind me. I charge for my opponent, not directly, but at a slight angle. I slow as I come within range, setting the battle in my place of choice. The terrain, for this little space, is reasonably flat, with a bit less dust than the rest of the area. I bare my teeth, snaking my neck into the mare's personal space, aiming for her rear flank. Throughout this dainty manoeuvre, I dance cautiously in place, my auricular towers pinned flat back. I tap out an unpredictable tempo upon the firm ground; beaten to a pulp by the continual mashing it must endure. Immediately after attempting to rake her side, I bounce agilely sideways, on the defensive again. I know not the state of destruction, which I may have begun; it matters not. Whatever the status, there is sure to be malice aforethought against me. Or, by some rare lucky chance, my show of force may have intimidated her enough to scare her off. I doubt it, but one can always hope. I am Havoc, I am the havoc-wreaker. Havoc follows after me, coming with me, although this is the first opportunity I have had in this realm known as Shadow Meadow to acquit myself properly. A menacing scream is pressed from me. You haven't yet seen me at my worst. Just give me a chance, though… ± |