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Their noses touched briefly and trembling grey nostrils drew in whatever breath was offered, an exchange of sorts, she inturn expelling her own gently for he. Perhaps it was the electricity, alive and arcing through the atmosphere beyond her face; or maybe it was the sheer anticipation and thrill of what was to follow- a spar between friends, not like the last of her terrible experiences. For this occasion the one-winged mare was excited and no frightened creases returned to spoil the youthful glow which had by now, again filled out her pale mask.
Indeed his sensitive gesture soothed the nerves in her mind, the tension caused by a looming unknown. This would be another notch in her belt, no matter the outcome, and softly her voice returned to him the answer. “Very well friend, and you?” Observant as she had become, Africa knew Midas was weary and after a pause to listen, playfully butted her still offered nose towards him- leaping away afterwards, along the shoreline with a bright, though compassionate giggle through a splash of sodden shadowy-gold sand, the second after. “I will go easy on you Sultan!” She stirred teasingly aloud, hoping that the mildly superficial lightness in her heart might spread even a little to his.
Her bouncing stride slowed about one and a half body-lengths from the black and white stallion, and she tried quickly to arrange the inexpert flood of thoughts and ideas into a plan more defined and clever. Turning her long neck quickly away from the frothy ocean while legs were still in motion, Africa’s narrowed and calculating gaze looked for a target upon her opponent. For a moment he seemed to be illuminated as another crack filled the darkening atmosphere with bright white, and thunder roared ferociously in answer. Her concentration strained; will sought to gape upwards in wonder, but the dreamer fought that childish urge and her body swung around as tightly as her agile Andalusion heritage would allow, following the path of her long leading skull.
Rust-stained knees lifted suddenly, thrusting her mass forward, back towards Midas in a loose arc shape off the edge of the water, where the sand was neither flimsy-dry nor soaked to excess; where it might buckle beneath her weighty tread and trip her. She checked her speed carefully to maintain a swift, manoeuvrable trot and Africa came upon him with bated breath and a slight wince to crinkle the supple skin between flaccid nostrils. She continued to thrust forward at an angle that should have had her arrive head-first, around the vicinity of his right foreleg.
Amber eyes zoomed in on the region she was attacking, though she held an air of awareness, more or less convinced that he would not likely stay in place to allow her freedom to hit.
She knew anything was possible in Helovia, and preserved her open mind though. Clenching her haunches and propping to initiate her inexperienced plan, the dappled Pegasus launched airborne fore-hooves towards that knee, perhaps overcompensating a little in height- which might pay off should he start forward and bare the limb behind instead... or something.
Ooc: His armour is magic isn’t it? I made the attack appropriate if he is wearing it just in case!
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[JUDGED] Storms gathering (Africa//Spar)
