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01-24-2014, 02:17 PM
It brought a massive amount of joy upon the gray mare, seeing Elsa get so pissed off. Of course it would be silly to not admit herself on how competition was boiling within her blood, ready to spill out of the edges of the pot! Biting down a retort she wished she could hiss to even further drive the mare to the brink of insanity, Storm executed the moves that promisingly would work. Elsa seemed to have a little more experience than Storm would have ever accredited, but that didn't stop her from pulling out a few stray hairs.
Spitting them out with mock disgust, a sneer formed upon her lips, but she hadn't pierced the skin she had been hoping to get a little nip of. Oh freaking well. The mare continued acting all high and might--stupid little twit. Storm successfully found her body ramming against the ivory mare's, and of course it didn't hurt her. Dammit! Just fall over you little twat!
As she aimed a powerful kick diagonal from the mare, rigid hooves only met the vast expense of air. Growling with quiet ferocity, Storm knew she had dodged the attack, that little rat! A feminine bellow of triumph resonated out of her powerful chest as her rearing legs made contact with that sensitive spot that she had pounded before. A cry of weakness was emitted from the mare, but it transformed into a warrior screech. Returning the gesture, as she aimed a ferocious bite to her sensitive neck, Elsa reared up, opening her mouth a little bit wider than comfortable.
Teeth did scrape against ivory flesh, but the feeling left after the gaping made Storm open and close her jaw a little bit, trying to get rid of the overstretched sensation. Wings started flapping all over her gray bodice, but it only pissed Storm off, not confused her. They were all in her way, and she just wanted to rip them off. Standing still for moments, waiting for the crazy mare to stop her flailing, the rigid warrior did not move. As she stood, they were side by side and Elsa took a dive for her leg.
Ah, returning the copycat mocking. Quickly lifting up her leg to avoid exposure to the bite, Storm brought it down, a speedy kick, aiming to hit her ajar mouth or even hit her face, to stun with pain. Storm was playing on the defensive side now, merely waiting for the flurries of attacks Elsa sent to her. It was either that Elsa would now face her, or continue her copy catting moves.
Of course she aimed to do what Storm did before, but not giving a lot of reaction time. Sidestepping the kick, a swooshing sound became audible, and Storm only had to crane her neck to the right to see Elsa cockily walk off. Snorting with defiance, Storm let out a haughty laugh. "Copy catting my copy cat moves, eh?" Piercing her with an arrogant glare, Storm turned her body to face her directly. "Nice try pansy, but you didn't get me that last time", dipping her head with mutual respect, Storm brought herself to give a warrior's salute. "Good fight".
Words: 534
Attack (3/3)
Defense (1/1)
Spitting them out with mock disgust, a sneer formed upon her lips, but she hadn't pierced the skin she had been hoping to get a little nip of. Oh freaking well. The mare continued acting all high and might--stupid little twit. Storm successfully found her body ramming against the ivory mare's, and of course it didn't hurt her. Dammit! Just fall over you little twat!
As she aimed a powerful kick diagonal from the mare, rigid hooves only met the vast expense of air. Growling with quiet ferocity, Storm knew she had dodged the attack, that little rat! A feminine bellow of triumph resonated out of her powerful chest as her rearing legs made contact with that sensitive spot that she had pounded before. A cry of weakness was emitted from the mare, but it transformed into a warrior screech. Returning the gesture, as she aimed a ferocious bite to her sensitive neck, Elsa reared up, opening her mouth a little bit wider than comfortable.
Teeth did scrape against ivory flesh, but the feeling left after the gaping made Storm open and close her jaw a little bit, trying to get rid of the overstretched sensation. Wings started flapping all over her gray bodice, but it only pissed Storm off, not confused her. They were all in her way, and she just wanted to rip them off. Standing still for moments, waiting for the crazy mare to stop her flailing, the rigid warrior did not move. As she stood, they were side by side and Elsa took a dive for her leg.
Ah, returning the copycat mocking. Quickly lifting up her leg to avoid exposure to the bite, Storm brought it down, a speedy kick, aiming to hit her ajar mouth or even hit her face, to stun with pain. Storm was playing on the defensive side now, merely waiting for the flurries of attacks Elsa sent to her. It was either that Elsa would now face her, or continue her copy catting moves.
Of course she aimed to do what Storm did before, but not giving a lot of reaction time. Sidestepping the kick, a swooshing sound became audible, and Storm only had to crane her neck to the right to see Elsa cockily walk off. Snorting with defiance, Storm let out a haughty laugh. "Copy catting my copy cat moves, eh?" Piercing her with an arrogant glare, Storm turned her body to face her directly. "Nice try pansy, but you didn't get me that last time", dipping her head with mutual respect, Storm brought herself to give a warrior's salute. "Good fight".
Words: 534
Attack (3/3)
Defense (1/1)
