A R A H

With a smirk, the delicate mare knows that she had annoyed him. Oh yes, today she was going to get exactly what she asked for. The response she receives from the stag wasn't far from what she expected and immediately he launches himself into battle. Hooves planted firmly on the ground, Arah watches as Rocket...or whatever his name is, begins to lift up onto his back legs. Fear does not paint her features as the stag rises, his height becoming more intimidating by the second. Once he got to his full height (or at least in her eyes) he begins to fall back down to earth, only now he is moving forward towards her. Arah knew that it would hurt like hell to have the front skin of her legs scraped off. She needed to get away, but more than that she needed to expose a tougher part of her. Before she moved however a bark is heard and for a split second Arah removes her eyes from the stag to look at his dog. The mutt is racing toward her, two attacks at once? That wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

The mare sprung into action and quickly as she could, Arah took a few steps forward. The distance between them predicted where his hooves would fall, Arah knew she couldn't get away, so instead she controlled what would be hit. Instead of remaining face on to Rocket, she twisted to the side, baring her left shoulder towards his hooves. The dog was snapping at her ankles, not actually touching her...was it attempting to herd her? If she wasn't currently facing down a foe, Arah might have been insulted. As the collie continued to snap at her ankles, Arah hissed at the dog through her teeth. She could only manage a single step away from the dog, before his master crashed into her shoulder. Gritting her teeth she winched as his hooves connected with her body and began to scrape at her flesh.

His hooves dragged down her shoulder, she could feel the blood begin to spill from the wound. Forcing herself to ignore the pain, the ivory mare glanced to the dog. Arah did not back off as the mutt's teeth closed repeatedly around the air at her ankles, she knew better than to let the mutt control her movements. Unless the situation was dire, she would do her best to ignore the mutt. Rocket snapped at her face, drawing her attention back to him and then he took a few steps to back off, Arah however followed him. If she kept close to the master, the dog became an element that was easily ignored at times. Feeling that it was her time to attack as he was backing off, Arah pounced into action. Lifting her front hooves off of the ground and tucking her head down, the mare was intending to spear the stallion's neck with her antlers, in the mean time hopefully his collie would be trampled beneath their hooves. After all the dog was at her ankles, lost beneath the bodies of the two fighting horses.

Pushing off her back legs, head dipped and antlers aimed, Arah supply leapt through the air. Her movements where graceful and yet lethal, perhaps there was a beautiful thing in pain and blood. Dimly she was aware of the throbbing pain in her left shoulder, only Arah hoped that Rocket was about to be feeling a whole lot worse. Moving closer to her target, the right hand side of his neck, Arah was suddenly grateful for her training. No longer was she afraid to cause pain.

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Edited because I forgot to tag you. <3

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