Thunder roared above, lightning flashed around them and rain drenched their bodies as they wrestled on in the mud. Sure footing was hard to find and the rain was still increasing - along with the wind. Despite the weather however the young stallion smiled broadly, he was pleased with the surprise he had caused the iron lady. It was obvious that she hadn’t expected him to be so quick to interfere with her attack and, truth be told, he was surprised of his speed as well; but he would never say so. That he had even been able to rearrange his body to meet her head on with so little distance between them was probably pure luck. Though both his luck and joy would prove to be short lived… What happened next would really show Nyx’s battle experience or maybe Tamlin’s inexperience.

With the reflexes of a true warrior the gray mare backed away from him as he reared and he lost his grip on her crest; the only souvenir being a few additional hairs in his teeth - this time black ones. By creating space between them Nyx had deprived Tamlin’s body of the support he had planned on and since he hadn’t put enough weight back on his hind legs he could not keep his forequarters up; he fell down on the ground. The impact shocked his left leg and also the sore muscles in his chest. His right leg slid of the mare’s sleek back without hooking around her withers and his hooves hit the ground with plopping sounds; one after the other. A small cascade of mud splashed up on his legs and in the same moment a gust of wind assaulted his face with icy rain. His full mane stood out from his neck like a banner and with the rain in his mismatched eyes the young stallion couldn’t see much.

Even without being blinded it was doubtful that he had been able to collect himself before Nyx came towards him. He was a little dumbstruck and much angry with himself for messing up the fight plan and he stood frozen for a second; one second too much it would prove.

She looked like a blur to Tamlin when she charged with her horn pointing towards the right side of his chest. A flinch saved the young stallion from needing a heeler after the spar, but he wasn’t focused enough to lean away so much that she didn’t hit. Her onyx horn tore open his skin at the point of his shoulder and a sharp pain immediately entered Tamlin’s mind. It felt almost burning. At the same time he felt a duller pain as something scraped down his left leg; it was only when he tried to shy away from the pain that he realized that Nyx had trapped his hoof under hers. Fuck!

Roaring with pain and anger (he wasn’t very happy that he was being made a fool by this mare) he flung his head forwards towards her right side. Skin was usually loose right over the ribs and if he could grab her there it would probably cause her some pain. He wanted to move his right leg and knee her on her muzzle (if her head was still low) or at the upper part of her left leg, but the pain of his fresh wound was too great. It resulted only in an awkward half-stomp and a grunt of discomfort. However he was lucky that the ground was so slippery, because only a moment after he’d lifted his right leg, he could feel his left hoof slipping away from underneath Nyx’s. Hoping that he still had time to kick her before she would react to his bite, he lifted his left leg. He moved it circularly meaning to hook it around her right foreleg and disturb her balance.

In the heat of the moment he hadn’t realized how much pain it would have caused him if he hadn’t flinched just in the right second, but as his teeth searched to grab a hold on Nyx’s soft hide the seriousness occurred to him. It could have gone real bad! What a bitch! he thought and clenched his teeth together hoping to pinch white skin hard enough to make it crimson.

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ooc; hehe looks like we interpreted their first movements a bit differently, but it worked out alright anyways I guess ;D

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