A smirk played upon gray lips, seeing that the mare had changed stance. Bold, her appearance had taken a feral look, pale eyes and creme body bracing itself for whatever the lass had in store. Dark hooves came in contact with Elsa's soft flesh. A surge of satisfaction waved through the grey mare's body, yet her face portrayed no such thing. Trained as a fighter, she was a rigid woman, not letting herself to get foolishly distracted. The cremello mare seemed very trained also, yet the little kick Storm had spurred had taken her by surprise.

Rumbling resonated from the woman's throat, but Storm didn't have breath to respond in the same manner. Bracing for an attack, the mare only felt the flank of Elsa crash against hers. It was what her main intent was, to deliver a rough shove, and aim to leave her breathless or even stumbling. But at the same time it also shook the gray lass a little bit. But keeping true to her code, she ignored the rush of breathlessness and continued trudging on.

Floating in the air, anticipating something, the mare pivoted quickly, heading for a running start. There was a few options the lass pondered through her mind. Either dodge, or fly straight for the woman, ramming straight into her body. There was a possibility of neither and using defense instead. Yet choosing to brace herself, the lady flung herself towards her face. Great, some facial damage would serve nice. Storm aimed to drop a little bit to dodge her flailing legs, but in the process her straight descent was a little too slow, feeling the hoof of the woman scrape against her forehead.

She was a warrior, but there was also room for mistakes. Grumbling in distaste, she gritted her teeth feeling a burning pain, beads of blood appearing. Now that she had dropped a little bit from the air, Elsa had gained aerial advantage from above. It was either bust her ass to get back high into the air, or once again dodge the woman. Right, Elsa descended quickly from propelling off of her face, aiming to land on her back. Did she truly think of Storm being that stupid to not move? Turning her head back momentarily, catching sight of the mare tumbling down from the sky, she veered sharply to the left trying to stay out of the way of Elsa. Yet as she did so, it once again was too slow. Two hooves kicked off of her back, striking realization how rusty her battling had become.


Dropping out of the sky at that speed did increase the pain factor involved. Biting her cheeks, Storm was shoved closer to the ground with bruises beginning to form on her back. Deciding to continue her dive, the mare let herself fall out of the sky. Regaining herself, swooping back up in a u-shaped loop to face Elsa face to face from distance afar, a glare accompanied her grimace. It was her turn as the creme mare's taunt escaped her lips. Bellowing out an irritated neigh, Storm returned the mockery, a challenging smirk playing upon her lips.

Barreling straight towards Elsa, the gray mare feinted once more, pretending to go to the right. But instead of veering to the left, she went above the Elsa, above her right flank. kicking down with all four legs, she aimed to gash her back, or even push her down in a similar mannerism as she tried before with Storm. For now she would leave it at that simple attack, hoping it did some damage. Quickly beating her wings towards the ground, she pivoted facing Elsa from behind, watching her in the air. The grey mare hoped her attack worked, and awaited for their little dance on the ground.

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