This movement proved fortunate, as the boy reared and had she been in the same position she likely would have been forced up with him - as it was, she was simply granted a haunting image of his hooves and teeth glistening against the backdrop of lightning, moments before she felt him bite sharply between her ears. Thankfully the bite was somewhat padded by her thick mane and forelock, strips of which were pulled free and again she had to bite back a pained shriek. The flesh just beneath her mane was grazed but, given the blunt nature of equine teeth, no blood was drawn. With considerable effort the iron lady dragged her weight another step backwards to try and create a small distance between their bodies, legs spread to try and balance on the objectionable surface beneath them. His right hoof - which had just managed to clip her left wither, creating another small bruise - would hopefully slip free from her rainsoaked body as she momentarily withdrew, chest heaving from the exertion and the difficulty of breathing after the sharp impact with him. Using this space, the girl would lower her head in the hope of brandishing her sword towards him - she was thankful it wasn't as long as some horns, as it meant she could use it more in tight battles like this. With all the strength she could muster, Nyx threw herself forwards, leading with her lethal length of obsidian bone.

She had no wish to actually maim or kill the boy - she had pierced hearts before, and the pain of taking a life was one she would never forget. True warriors like her parents could slaughter hundreds without batting an eye, but Nyx wasn't made of such stern stuff. She had a sense of empathy, something she'd struggled with for a lot of her life, especially when her mother had spent so long trying to beat it out of her. She had a conscience, and perhaps that was a weakness, but she would not irreversibly damage Tamlin on purpose. Therefore, she angled her skull slightly to her left and aimed for the right side of his chest, well away from his heart and vital organs. She assumed he would have returned to all fours by now - her movement backwards and lunge forwards had not been instantaneous and thus he would have had time to lower from his rear if he chose - and so her head was held quite low. She sought to sink the lethal tip of her horn into the right side of his chest, hoping to gouge muscle and cause considerable pain. Not fatal pain, of course, but hopefully enough to give the silver woman the victory.

Simultaneously her right foreleg lifted, flicked forwards and stomped sharply down. She hoped to rasp her hoof down his left foreleg from knee to fetlock in the hope of damaging the skin and perhaps even trapping his own hoof beneath her own. She hoped he would be distracted by her horn assault and would thus miss what her leg was doing - she had found from past experience that a bombardment of attacks could work out very well, as it forced an opponent to multitask and that was difficult in such heated situations. Her heart pounded and tail lashed behind her, mane slicked to her neck with the force of the storm above. It was a beautiful sight, two unicorns locked in combat with nature exploding above them; they moved like ballet dancers, but were as dangerous as circling sharks.

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