No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
Of course Hector missed her!
He was an accomplished soldier, far more capable of moving with precision than perhaps he gave himself credit for. If ploughing her slight silhouette into the sand had been his preference, then that was what would have occurred... naturally. As it were, she stepped back sensibly amid a war of more words - at least they were comprehensible this time. Her shuffle worked in perfect synchronization with his aim to avoid.
A spar? she had mentioned, and it caught him off guard.
The whole turn of events made a little more sense then, though her revelation did little to quell his discomfort. No matter her bravery, or the complete disregard for her life, Hector was unused to facing opponents not any more substantial than a leaf. Shouldn’t she be tending a crèche? he mused with broadening bewilderment. Veci grinned fiercely – silver-light slicing through the shade of his bonded’s thoughts. A smirk teased too, the corners of the giant’s dripping lips, but he withheld his reservations from the mare, that spark of amusement, and wore instead a ridged mask of indifference across his face for all to see. No warrior ever strode into battle wearing their heart upon their sleeve.
Hector’s massive body was still turning all the while...
As he teetered left through awakening wind, his balance skewed beyond control and copper form began to topple. The churned up sand gave way easily beneath his staggering stride, and the gale seemed to yowl with delight as it pummelled against fanned feathers – a conspiracy?
Don’t be ridiculous...
She was devious though, a goblin disguised wickedly in cute ringlets of gold and radiant crocodile smiles. Again her teeth danced forward to find him, to clamp down on the first couple of feathers as they breezed by her face. She seemed to him, to collect them with pin-point accuracy (perhaps the wing was not strained nearly as high as he had anticipated) and a soft bleat slipped into the lashing rain as they were plucked promptly from place.
The chestnut girl was not finished, and through the slough she lunged again.
By then Hector had curled his body into a clumsy half-circle away from her, and he was sinking rapidly as his knees began to buckle. He felt like time was suspended around him, paused to make a full mockery of his blundering, most well-meaning efforts. The arena threatened to swallow him literally, with all of the consistency of a downy feather bed, and he wondered for the briefest of moments if actually he were dipping into the jaws of an icy ocean. In vain effort to right his posture, bending spine stiffened; but alas that only worked to drive him down in a forward sprawling motion instead. Wet, sandy sludge stuck like glue to his neck as it snaked back up into the gloomy air, and heavy tangerine tendrils licked furiously as he writhed.
The marauding minx came upon him quickly with eyes sealed tight. She was wasting not even a second it seemed, and she rammed her strength into his wavering, mid-air right thigh. It suffered the full brunt of her charge unfortunately, and an immediate burst of pain as the muscle and hip below, shuddered violently beneath sodden skin... Perhaps the greatest consequence of all was that it forced Hector down altogether in the very opposite direction to which his horribly drawn-out fall (fail) had begun – all completely irrespective of his stubborn floundering too.
Angrily he roared, and Veci twisted fervently along the length of the stallion’s rising whip-tail. As it coiled as far as the vertebrae would allow, he flicked it back sharply through the rain intending to snap the silken hair at its end by her apparently blind, unsuspecting face. As he did so, Hector thrust his flailing hind legs towards her with great hooves striking gracelessly for any bone that gambled too near – she was small, thus presumably should need to venture precariously close in order to cause contact.
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Note: Drom is welcome to keep Hector’s wing feathers, though I imagine they would be almost to her shoulder in height xD Almost like swords.
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