her excitement at the prospect of combat is palpable; she can feel veins of static licking up her heels as sleek, raven feathers cradle the hot air, her enthusiasm having subliminally conjured forth the magic which has become so intrinsic to the storm maiden's identity. voltaic eyes shimmer with newfound zeal as she casts her gaze upon the one whom would be playing the role of sparring-partner this evening. an impish grin purses her lips, the sable curls of her windswept hair whisked haphazardly about the panes of her peppered face.

This is going to be fun.

tawny wings flare outward from lightning-etched flanks as azulee makes her descent. she alights about two or three strides' distance from him with a brusqueness typical of the young warrioress, though there is a fierce sort of grace in the maneuver, none the less. she regards the man with an impervious expression, slender ears rotated forward like a pair of saucers. she does not bother to furl her wings, instead holding them at her side, suspended at half-mast. the plumes sweep the soil below; what specimens they are. she displays them proudly, like an amazon would her blade. these are her most prime weapons, and a testament to those wild-eyed fireslayers and weaponmasters, the samurais, star breathers and ardent generals whose blood pulses through the valves of her feral heart.

but a moment passes when a vibrant simper splits her lips like lightning does a night sky. leonine tail sweeps the air like a flag in her wake, as if wagging; though she seems outwardly poised, a lioness wags her tail just before sinking tooth and claw into her prey. "let's begin."

in an instant, she is in motion, muscles bulging beneath taut skin as she coaxes her limbs into action. sable wings extend from sculpted flanks, primaries flushing wide more out of reflex than any real functionality, nimble hooves easily finding purchase on the sturdy terrain underfoot. she hurls her body at him like a projectile flung from a catapult, teeth bared and brows knit tightly in exertion as she lifts her forelimbs so that her cloven hooves might strike him in the lower neck region– jolts of static have begun to well around them in her excitement, and should the attack prove successful, he will feel more than simply blunt impact.

simultaneously, sooty lips curl back to expose the grimy slabs of stained teeth as they come lashing out unapologetically toward the stallion's face. though an injury to the face will prove more devastating than would an injury to any other part of the body, as sensitive and vital a region as it is, even the most basic of fighters know to shield it. if she misses his face, she at least hopes to clasp her teeth onto some part of him. all the while she seeks to buffet him with her wings, thrashing those massive instruments of flight toward him in a synchronized duo, aiming for his neck and shoulder region on both sides of his body. veins of static lick up each plume, their voltage fed by adrenaline and sheer fervor. she knows these are her most powerful features, and seeks to use them to her advantage.

but however great the level of effort with which she commits her assault, she has devoted little formulation to her charge, instead going off blind instinct and hoping blunt force is enough. she is inexperienced, haughty enough to believe size and sex and age counts for nothing in this particular scenario.

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Summary ; Azulee charges at Dalibor head on and attempts to strike him in the lower neck/chest area while also snapping toward his face/muzzle with her teeth. Meanwhile, she tries to savage him with her wings by thrashing him on both sides of his body in the neck/shoulder region. She is also using this magic:

:: [Magic: Shock | Arcs of electricity well around her hooves and at the tips of her feathers, running off in jolts. Shocks upon contact. ]
:: [Restrictions | Though some sparks are always present, they increase with her emotional state and/or the amount of static present. Not able to direct the current in a particular direction.]

ooc ; message me for clarification! it's been a while since I last rp'd horses

@[Dalibor]