As the beautiful mare took off – ”wait, I meant shit-colored mare” – so did Hellä. She didn’t hesitate at all. Her legs reached high from the surface of the white powder, making it possible for her speed to increase and her limbs stretch farther out. Her neck now arched, pulling her muzzle closer to her broad chest. Vivid blue eyes searched over the mare’s body with a stern glare, looking for the perfect striking position that her teeth to rip the soft flesh away.
She sized her up carefully to herself, making sure she knew every inch of the bay’s swift body. Hellä was much larger than the pony, and that meant she was stronger. But the pony was low, and had better agility. Thankfully, the weather was on the warrior’s side today and it had snowed overnight, giving her the better advantage. She could lift her legs higher, to where her hooves could advance without having too many problems of tripping in the deep snow.
They inched closer to each other, galloping through the snow without struggling too hard. Hellä knew that the older mare would be a hard competition, but she didn’t mind at all. The dappled soldier had wished for a good battle for days on end now, and today, was when it came. She would rise in victor, with the bloodshed mare bowing to her, the dark muzzle stuck beneath Hellä’s crimson-stained hooves, gasping for oxygen. This was what the mare craved for the most. The sweet smell of the blood trickling down her lower lip and dropping to the red snow. This would be the end of her sour days being stuck in the over-filled caverns. It made her no-longer-dull eyes dance with pure excitement.
The leap surprised the young grey mare, but she wasted no time either. Her front hocks lifted higher and her back legs pushed her from gravity’s pull. Her strength pulled her closer to the colorless sky, but her late time caught her off guard. Just as the two mares met each other in the middle of collisions, the bay nicked the grey on the top of the neck, throwing her out of control. Hellä flailed through the air, but caught herself and aimed to pull the skin from the mare’s withers. Her neck reached down to pull for the mare’s spine, but she didn’t have much more than a few seconds before she would collide with the earth.
She spun her dome around quickly; fast enough to get her body positioned into a positive landing situation. Her front legs were stretched in front of her and her back legs placed underneath her rump; however, they weren’t too low like they would be if she were to sit down. As she slid across the ground, she expanded her bold legs and took off at a dead run; however, she didn’t run far. Hellä shifted on her rear hocks and spun towards the bay mare.
She stood there in silence for only a few moments before she snorted and white smoke came bellowing from her breathing nostrils. “You’ve got to do something better than that, damned doll.” She sneered at the dark pony before charging at her fullest velocity. Hellä didn’t stop, she didn’t slow; she kept on going. Her body flew past the mare, but she tilted to the side, hoping to throw the mare off complete balance. She nipped at the back knee, trusting her instinct to grasp on to the sooty, tender skin. But neither did she slow down then either.
Hellä slammed her frame forward, reaching for higher speed. She veered off to the right and came balling back towards the mare, targeting the middle of her ribs and spine. Her head was tucked tightly against her neck once again, and now, she wasn’t hoping for anything but for a decent hit to the ribs or spine that would send the bay bitch running her ass back to her pathetic (probably small at that) mother that most likely didn’t even exist anymore.
Attack: 1/3
Word Count: 681
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[JUDGED] Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä]
