The arrogant brat was surprised that his attack had failed not played out the way he wanted, but he rejoiced in the fact that a few white hairs had stuck between his teeth and the sound Nyx made when his teeth slid off of her created a smile on his black lips. ”You are quick Lady Nyx, I’ll give you that!” he laughed to over the rumble of the thunder.

As both he and Nyx swung their hinds away from each other Tamlin collected his thoughts and revamped his battle plan. It was true that he didn’t have any real fighting experience. He had never felt his horn pierce though the flesh of another or heard bone break under his hooves. He was much younger than the iron lady and his few years of living hadn’t exactly make him wise. However he had been sparring twice a day for many moons and his mentor, Frostbite, had been rather though on him. But the only real advantage he had in this fight was that he was young and reckless and might try things that Nyx wasn’t expecting. The element of surprise was his only ally, but of course the hot headed little steed wouldn’t admit that even to himself.

He was pleased when Nyx chose to try and ram him; it worked perfectly with his new plan. Almost at the same time as her he surged forwards. Pushing against the ground with his hind legs he met her halfway in her ram. The clash of their wet chests resulted in a flopping sound and it hurt Tamlin all the way down in his ribcage. He also ran straight into her bite which created a small gash where the skin was pinched between the bone beneath and Nyx’s teeth. A small crimson trickle ran down the point of his shoulder, but the heavy rain soon washed it away. Tamlin didn’t even feel the sting as his skin broke; he was too concentrated on his bruised chest and the next step of his attack.

Letting only a fraction of a second passing the stallion put more of his weight back on his hind legs. Since he was a little shorter than Nyx and of a slightly more sturdy type his chest were located just a little bit lower and as he reared up he tried to force her up with him, because then she wouldn’t be able to jab him with her horn.

He didn’t have much experience using his own horn since Frostbite was an equine and thus didn’t know very much on the subject. He had however learnt a lot about how to go about avoiding horns. He didn’t really plan on fighting a lot of unicorns, but there would always be a few traitors. Like Delinne… Anger washed over him as the image of her lightning marked body appeared in his mind. But he forced the picture away and returned to the present.

As he raised his front up from the, now slippery, ground, his mane whipping in the increasing wind and tail waving like a flag, he aimed for Nyx’s crest. He had not managed to hold on to the backside of her white thigh, but maybe he would be luckier this time?

If she reared with him he would have trouble reaching her crest, but then his hooves would have easy excess to both her shoulders and sides since he was somewhat broader than she. If she backed up however Tamlin’s momentum would cause him to fall over her and then it would be easier for him to grab a hold behind her ears. If he were extra lucky maybe his right leg would even hook around her withers.

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Table by Neo