At the sign of movement the doe glances down between the tress as a creature slinks forwards, from atop her hill Arah carefully watches as the new arrival approaches her; for the moment her interest has peaked. This is not an animal that she has seen before but through traveling different lands she has heard tales of the vicious nature that resided within tigers. The creature stops on the muddy flat and calls out to her, a smile dances along the mare's lips as she continues to take in the tiger. "Arah." She pauses as she ponders the tiger's request, never before had she battled such a strange creature; perhaps it would look good on her record. Besides, had she not come here today with the intention of finding a sparring partner? Winter still hovers above her, gliding in the gentle breeze readying herself for when Arah pounced she to would snap into action. This was what she needed to get back into the swing of battling, her decision is made; she would indeed spar with this tiger today. Through the bond, Arah could tell that Wynter was also preparing for battle, climbing high for a powerful dive. They would be tested as a team today and the silver doe was looking forward to the challenge.

She had lost the battle to Tyradon because a) his brutish strength had overwhelmed her and b) sometimes she had held back in her attacks, for the fear of retaliation was always present in her mind. Today the silver doe does her best to push all fear aside as her golden eyes narrow and focus upon the target. It was a battle, Saffron would requite her attacks in full; the sooner she accepted this the easier this battle would become. 'Seachain a chuid fiacla agus ag faire amach do na crúba.' Orders are given and for only a split second Arah allows herself to worry about her bonded companion. To prevent any warning being given to Saffron so she may prepare herself, the doe does not verbally consent to the spar; Arah uses her haunches to launch herself into full flight at the patterned tiger. Mud flicks up behind her as she charges, her stride is confident though and for the moment she does not slip. The distance between them is quickly closed, Arah moves in a fast and direct approach. The Arabian in her did not provide much strength or power but it was made up for with agility and speed.

The final distance is closed and they meet upon the flat and muddy ring, her decent has been a burst of speed. Using the momentum from her charge and with her back legs planted firmly, slightly spread to support the weight of her upper body rising from the ground, Arah rises into a half rear while bringing both front legs up with her. The target is shorter than her, so her instinct tells her aim for his spine, head and ribs, (eyes, ears and other small attacks would be left for Wynter's choosing, the snowy griffon did have a particular love for eyes). Yet even with her height advantage her rear is not full, never again would she expose her belly to the target, she had learnt that lesson from The Reaper. Her immediate goal is to bring both hooves crashing down upon the tiger's spine, it would hinder the creature and hopefully cause agony to move throughout the rest of the battle however, the attack was still full of risks, she knew that tiger's were fast and those claws were deadly, one ill fated swipe and this spar would be over. With her pale hooves seeking the wetness of the muddy ground below, the mare could only hope to land somewhat safely on the slippery ground, still facing the tiger for she did not wish to loose track of the patterned creature. Eyes on the target at all times. Eyes on the target.

From the corner of her eye the lady spies a diving figure, it is a blur of white. With a blood curling screech Wynter has entered the fray in full attack mode, the creature swoops in from the right, talons poised ready to grab flesh that makes up Saffron's left ear. Not just the tip, the entire ear. Wynter hopes to plunge in, rip the left ear off and then continue through the swoop, avoiding any counter attack from the tiger. It is a fast and direct attack, using the distraction her mistress provided to her advantage.

[[[Translation : Avoid his teeth and watch out for those claws.]]]
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