Dalibor's hawkish eyes locked on to the lightening-assed mare with the ginormous wings as she finally approached, impatiently pawing at the ground with his gold-streaked hoof.

About damn time.

She'd be pretty, he decided, if he could get past her wings. The dark coloring she sported was pleasant on the eyes, and her form was athletic and strong, if a bit masculine. The stallion could appreciate the slight androgyny of her build; after all, it meant she'd probably be a half-decent fighter.

Maybe.

She'd be slower than he was, with those gigantic fucking canopies mounted on her shoulders, and he wondered how she wasn't top-heavy as hell and incapable of moving around at all. But he supposed he'd seen stranger things in his nine years.

Not by much, though.

Azulee's wings were out, and on instinct, Dalibor extended his as well to make himself appear larger than he was. It meant little, here, since he would never overpower her presence with his own - but he did it anyway. He wasn't afraid of her, let alone intimidated. She was a child, and what did children know of battle? Returning her coy little smile with a teeth-baring grin of his own, raptorial eyes went to-and-fro, watching her tail.

The stallion knew what that meant, and tensed his muscles, feeling the adrenaline starting to rush through him, the excitement just before battle, the utter thrill of knowing you were about to hurt but didn't know how much - and would someone die? Maybe, but it wouldn't be you, of course.

Oh yes. This was what he lived for.

She indicated verbally they should begin and his grin dialed down to a smirk. "I did that before you were even a thought in the back of your parents' minds," the warrior returned, crouching a little in preparation for whatever came next.

The mare shot forward with speed, but Dalibor knew he was quicker. So, perhaps out of haughtiness and strategy alike, he waited a tick before choosing how he would avoid her first attack. Azulee was coming at him like a barely controlled explosion and he expected the next few slips of time would be hectic.

Fabulous.

Rearing up when she drew close, the warrior sought to neutralize her first attack by making one of his own. Dalibor was slightly larger than the mare he was fighting, his limbs longer. She wanted to hit him around his chest with a hoof, and he wanted her to fail. So he struck out as he drew his body up and away from her reach, intending to crush the hoof from his longer forelimb squarely into her chest and give the muscle there a punishing blow before the attack from her shorter leg could ever reach him.

If it landed, he hoped the force behind his kick was such that it would numb the muscle beneath and briefly cripple her movement. At the very least, it might halt her advancement.

Dalibor hadn't the time to focus on the outcome of that attack, however; Azulee's teeth came at him at the same time her fucking gigantor wings closed in around him. Even in the heat of the moment, the older male just couldn't fathom how the hell she even moved the feathered appendages. Not that his wonder helped him in any way, and he knew as much: grimacing and snapping his head away, he felt her teeth scrape at his cheek as he drew his own wings up to protect himself from her much larger ones.

Also not exceptionally helpful. The force from one of her blows knocked him off balance during his front half's descent to the ground, succeeding in turning him violently to his left. Figuring what the hell, he might as well go with the momentum, Dalibor continued the turn and gave a swift and vicious buck towards Azulee's face before he put all four hooves to the ground and created space between himself and her mutant wings.

Those things are fucking strong, he mused as he lightly moved his right feathered appendage about to test the effects of her blow. It hurt, but he would live. Turning back to face his opponent, Dalibor's predatory eyes narrowed, his cheek smarting from her bite.

Her wings were her most powerful weapon, but also her largest target.

He'd make her regret having them.


@[Azulee]



"talk talk talk"


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WC: 727 | (1/3) | Summary: Dalibor rears and tries to hit Azulee in the chest before her static-laced hoof touches him. After he's hit with her wings, he uses the momentum from the blow to whirl around and try to buck and hit her face before he puts space between them.