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Suddenly there was a thundering, very different to the crashing of the falls; this was a rythmic pounding, the unmistakeable sound of hooves on stone. The mare's ears pivoted, capturing the sound as she subconsciously prepared for an attack; perhaps it was a wraith, come to show her the way into the darkness. She stood tall, neck arching, wondering what it would feel like to have her body devoured from the outside in - what it would feel like to have her sanity flee her body and lock her consciousness behind a steel wall. Yet as the hoofbeats grew nearer, Nyx realised it wasn't the demon of her nightmares, but the earth-shaking stallion from the war council. By his side was the dog, to whom the soldier's eyes flickered; she was still wary of anything with sharp teeth, regardless of whether it was bonded to a fellow herbivore. Meat-eaters could not be trusted, and she almost shuddered to think of the creature's jaws around her neck, biting her life away. The man spoke, and Nyx's muzzle twitched into a wry smile. "Nyx the nobody," she replied, skull dipping in a nod of greeting. Then he spoke again, a clear challenge - "Only if I can see yours," came her cheery retort. O, her weakness - she had many, more than she cared to count. But right now, her focus was on discovering his, on exploiting them and praying he did not do the same to her.
Even as she prepared to strike, she knew she faced an uphill battle. He was massive, almost three hands taller than her, and one blow from those hooves could shatter her bones like glass. He had his hound by his side and his magic to quake the ground beneath her; in every way, he was the victor before they even began. The only advantage the grey dove could see was that he must surely have the maneuverability of a double-decker bus, whereas she was designed for speed and agilty, for quick blows and rapid barrages. Perhaps she could use her surroundings to her advantage, too, and she thought of the falls behind her, their soaking embrace waiting to caress the body of any equine who happened to accidentally enter. If she could get him to charge her...Of course, she wouldn't want him to drown, but a good drenching could ensure success. She had risen victorious in Helovia already, but that was against a green colt, untested in the art of war. Now she was against a man grown, who clearly knew his stuff and was armed to the teeth with everything the iron lady craved. Finally her gaze ceased its momentary assessment of him, her mind coating itself in steel as she prepared to begin. "Don't hold back," she said, not that she thought he would. She wanted to test herself, to feel the pain as blows rained down upon her, to face her fears and engage with his fanged companion. She would not pull her punches, and prayed he would return the favour. The mare charged, running straight for him - her neck arched, her obsidian blade brandished like a sword before her. It was all she had over him, and she was keen to bathe it in blood, combine black and crimson. She barrelled forwards at a steady canter, as though she was going to try and sink her horn into the centre of his chest - but at the last possible moment, the soldier feinted to her left, hooves clattering on the stone ground as she aimed to run parallel alongside him, right side to right side, head to tail. Her feet scrambled for purchase as she sought to arrest her momentum and come to a halt, pushing her weight onto her forequarters in an attempt to swing her hindquarters hard to the right. It had worked with Tamlin; she hoped to crash her meaty, muscular right flank into his right shoulder and the top of his right foreleg, hoping to use the thickest and sturdiest part of her body like a wrecking ball. She didn't have a hope in hell of knocking him over, as he was built like a tank on steroids, but she hoped the impact of her powerful backside might jar his muscles and cause some pain. Her jaws snapped to the right, blunt teeth aiming for his own right flank. She aimed to give the area a good hard nip, wanting to bruise and injure. The mare hoped that her combination of attacks would confuse him and allow at least one to hit, although she was painfully aware that she was exposing her own hindquarters to a retaliation from his greedy teeth - after all, nobody liked being bitten on the ass, did they? ____________________ Good luck to you too c: Words: 793 1/3 |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
