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Blank, empty thoughts move sluggishly across the forefront of her mind. Her body is aware and alive but Essetia’s conscious is too far away, too muddled to make rhyme or reason of the stallion’s confusion. His words create sound that she does not expect and she falters momentarily, shocked, before regaining her composure upon ascent. The stallion, clearly no stranger to dancing with his power, moves to his left and Essetia comes down upon his right shoulder. Essetia’s outstretched hooves connect with soft flesh, skimming the hard muscle there all too quickly before falling away. Her legs and shoulders vibrate with the aftershock of landing whilst adjusting to the feeling of her weight settling down upon them once more. It is in that moment that feeling comes crashing down upon her, reminding her just where she was and what she was doing. Her eyes shift quickly to the point of contact on the male’s right shoulder only to find her view obscured by shadow of night. There is a mild burning sensation in the mare’s right knee where it had collided with the steel plate around the paint’s neck and though it aches with a dull pain, it is not severe. However, his cries of rage and agony unsettle the mare and she attempts to ignore them but she fights with the feeling for a moment too long.
Despite being able to push him away to the left with her sheer bulk as aid, the stallion is quick to retaliate. Like a snake he lunges for Essetia’s right side, hungry and determined to close yellowed teeth around the tender flesh at her neck. The mare attempts to escape the assault but is too slow to react and closes her eyes against the searing pain that blooms from the base of her mane. With a steely grip locked around both hair and flesh, the mare is forced to lean right towards the stallion. In a moment’s time the pain ignites from a simmering discomfort to a rampant fire that pulls a high-pitched squeal from Essetia’s lungs. This new sensation awakens her from the frozen state in which she felt trapped. When she opens her eyes to find the male shifting left in order to attack again, she moves simultaneously with him. Without any real thought, aside from trying to avoid whatever attack he had in mind next, Essetia side-stepped to the right.
A hiss of air and a muted thud created a small chain reaction of feeling for Essetia, first amazement then relief… Essetia managed to avoid the stallion’s kick but it was not the only thing the paint warrior had in mind for her. Movement at her left caught her eye and though she had never seen anything like the sandy figures aiming straight for the left side of her barrel, she was not fast enough to evade them. Needlepoints exploded along her stomach and once again she shrieked, only this time in anger and frustration. Her gullet jumped involuntarily from the pain and she cringed trying to ignore the agony of his magic but there was no relief to be had and though she wanted nothing more than to react, she was frozen. Her skin was mottled and dotted with blood along her stomach and a steady stream of crimson fell down the right side of her neck, but she was determined to see the fight through to its end. As she gathered herself once again for attack, her muscles tensing and screeching from the pain in her neck and barrel, she lunged forward awkwardly toward the male’s right side. It didn’t take long to close the small amount of distance she had placed between them and when she did, her neck stretched forward with teeth bared.
The pain was insurmountable where the wound on her neck tried to extend and it caused Essetia to falter slightly against her wishes. Instead of aiming for her intended goal in the middle of the male’s right side of his neck, the pain forced her to grasp lower toward the base. Irritation had started to get the better of her though and she used the opportunity to rid herself of the frustration by using her right front leg to strike out toward the stallion’s right front pastern. After attempting to inflict more damage to the male’s right side, Essetia shifted away to the left as fast as her bulk would allow. She wasn’t as fast as the painted lord, what with the entire left side of her stomach inflamed, bleeding, and bruised, but she managed to put a few steps between them. It wasn’t much, as she was not an experienced fighter, but she was going to make damn sure she went down trying.
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Summary: Essetia receives Midas’ bite and the sand arrows but avoids his kick. She then attempts to come back toward his right side and bite at the base of his neck and then kick him with her right front hoof towards his right front pastern. | |
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[JUDGED] Nightlight (Essetia)
