Pain shot through the mare's knees as they dug into the chest of the stallion she was attacking. Pain that left the mare feeling alive and invigorated and itching for more. Her teeth latched on to little more than a few stray hairs and air, though the force behind the bite left her teeth aching. Histe came down, her hooves slamming into the ground and sending waves a pain up her legs, centering in her bruised knees. He spun away to his left, but the striped mare was also moving. Her body twisted as she turned to her left and despite aching forelegs and knees she threw her weight onto her forelegs and bucked out at Ricochet. There was no aiming, only the desire to hear the whump of air as it was forced out of his lungs again.
She had circled around to face Ricochet as the sky unleashed its torrent down upon him. The mare watched, grinning wickedly and laughing at the stallion's reaction to the burning rain. It was pain that she had become comfortable with, but obviously the stallion was not as strong as he liked to pretend to be. Her wet tail lashed at her hocks, her eyes glistened with excitement. She uttered not a word, yet continued to laugh as she launched her body at the stallion again.
It was then that his mongrel came into play, growling and snarling and snapping at her legs. Histe snarled in turn, aiming a hoof at the dog's head but it was gone and her hoof cleaved the muddy ground. Her ears pinned back as she finally decided to ignore the dog. Maybe his stupid ass would get caught underhoof and he would finally be flattened like he should have been in the Threshold. By the time she finally turned her attention back to Rico he had his hind end facing her and she knew what was coming. Histe rose onto her hind legs and dove for Ricochet's back end, her hooves still aimed to peel skin from his legs, but in the process he managed to clip her legs and peel off more flesh.
As she hit the ground she immediately dove to her right, her head dropping as she snapped at the dog, her aim to grab him like she had done Jackal's dragon. And just like she had done to the dragon she would slam him against something. The only difference would be using stone rather than a tree.
The sound of the pale stallion moving had Histe turning toward him, her ears pinning back against her dark head. He came for her, his teeth coming first, which was easy to avoid by ducking her head out of reach and allowing him to grab nothing more than a mouthful of hair. The mare cackled again as the stallion lifted himself into a rear. She ducked her head so his flailing hooves would not hit it and sacrificed her shoulders, back, and sides, as she charged the stallion one final time, hoping to drive her full weight into his stomach or chest and knock him flat on his back. Whether she would admit it or not, time was running out. The rain was already beginning to slack, though the burn and memory of it would remain for longer.
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