Breath in, breath out…

A couple repetitions of this exercise was all that it took to ease the dapple’s mind from the chaos storming around inside. Letting go was not the ultimate goal but rather pushing the clutter to one side for a little while to clear space. The mystery of the murders was still very fresh in both their minds and it would take some time before they could forget the many grotesque images but for now it was only a side thought. “Ready” Opening his silver orbs as Kiara thoughts drifted down through their connection he nodded in silent agreement.

They had expected to be waiting for much longer than it took for someone to show up upon the makeshift battle arena but they were grateful for the swiftness. They were ready to get down to business and prove to themselves (and the annoying Oxy) that they could work well as a team to kick butt. Standing stock still as the filly approached he took this brief opportunity to try and paint a picture of what this girl might be capable of. Initial observations included; smaller stature than himself, lacking wings or horns, and unknown magical abilities. It might not be much but at least it was a start and did in fact tell him what he needed to know. Aiming high would be of little use if he wanted to actually do any damage to the warrior so he would have to strategize and aim carefully. “Be careful Kiara. I don't want to see you get hurt.” As hard as it was he was letting her be a part of this spar out of trust. He could not ask her to sit out if she wanted to participate but it didn't mean that he would be any less paranoid about her safety.

It took little time for the painted fae to respond before he watched her shoot towards him with determination. She had gut’s that’s for sure but let’s see if they wavered. Setting his shoulders the grey lowered his crown so that his weapon faced the oncoming threat should she make haste and go for his head. Hearing the snap of enamel as the girl launched her first attack he bunched his strength into his hindquarters based on the assumed trajectory of the paint’s incisors hoping to knock the mare off balance if she made contact. Feeling the brief spasm of pain in his hip and the grating of his flesh between teeth he squealed as his ears whipped back to plaster themselves against his skull in annoyance. It wasn't much more than a minor graze but it would likely fester into a bruise later on with the tissue trauma. Prancing in place in the attempts to avoid her hooves making contact with his lower legs he coiled himself around with his own ivories bared to give chase.

He could feel Kiara’s pulse pounding along with his own heartbeat as she launched herself from her hideaway with claws and teeth bared as she aimed to put a quick stop to the mare’s escape route. A menacing growl sounded from her throat as she leapt towards Cheveyo with clear intentions to inflict payback for hurting her bonded. Trying to time his next movement correctly so not to fall into his partner’s path the gray hurled himself over a small log trying to get one step ahead. Upon landing the stallion quickly launched himself forward to hopefully barrel into the paint’s front shoulder while Kiara did what she could to inflict damage upon the mare’s opposite side. Feeling his heart skip a beat he bit down on the fear that threatened to consume him over his companion’s safety. She was more than capable of this he just had to trust her and trust himself in the process.


Ciceron talks
Ciceron Thinks
Kiara speaks

Words: 640 of 800
Attack: 1/3
Closing: 0/1
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