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An expression of comical bafflement spreads across the soldier's features at Ampere's question. She assumes the other mare is frightened of Dominus and decides to reassure her as best she can. "Sadly he doesn't give me a lot of choice. He doesn't bite too hard though, I promise." See, isn't Nyx a helpful little soul, reassuring her opponent that she probably won't lose a limb? Dominus gives an ominous growl in the distance, which doesn't exactly punctuate the unicorn's promises. The distance between them closes, and Nyx wonders what Ampere is going to do to prevent taking the full force of her attacks. She doubts the pegasus will simply stand there and let herself be stabbed - and, sure enough, Nyx feels electricity begin to sing around her. Oho! It seems she has found a fellow storm queen, another lover of the static. The thought would thrill her, if it wasn't so inconvenient. Ampere possessing shock magic somewhat lessens the surprise factor of Nyx having similar powers, and although she had assumed as much from Ampere's lightning markings, she had hoped they were just for show. It seems her thunder has been well and truly stolen. Pun intended. Flecks of ground fly up towards the iron lady's face, and her eyes widen. She tries to reach into her own magic and erect a shield around herself, but she doesn't have time...mercifully, she does not need it. Perhaps the fact Nyx is living lightning deters the debris from hitting her, or perhaps the god of fortune got laid last night and is in a good mood - either way none of the flecks connect with her, to her relief. Nyx soon has chance to taste disappointment herself, however, as her shoulder collides with thin air. Her horn, though, has better luck, eliciting a squawk from the pegasus. I knew they were part pigeon! "Sorry," comes the warrior's sheepish voice, hooves grinding into the ground to halt her. She isn't in the habit of apologising to her opponents mid-fight, yet this is a friendly spar and she hadn't meant to cause so many feathers to loosen from the wing. It is the whisper of the wind nearby that notifies her of Ampere's oncoming teeth towards her neck; her mind, having already reached tentative fingertips into her magic, now allows the power to seep free. Around Nyx's body erupts a thin layer of ice, coating her like frozen armour. A current of electricity springs across the shield, ensuring that any contact with the ice will result in a painful shock and perhaps cuts from the shattered glasslike pieces. Of course, Ampere could well have enough awareness to retract her jaws before they strike Nyx's now-covered neck; if not, however, then the black one could be in for a nasty shock, and Nyx's skin will be safe from any bruising. Her opponent shies away, wings flailing, and the soldier drags in a few deep breaths. Already she is sweating profusely, neck moist beneath the icy armour. The effort of maintaining her magic is immense, and she allows the shards to crack and fall away. It is with a considerable sense of oh, shit that Nyx watches Ampere come towards her, pointy things unsheathing. Given Ampere's move away and her momentary recouperation, Nyx has time to swing herself around, hopefully facing her opponent again rather than having Ampere come at her right side. Her gaze - openly fearful, for she has never seen anything like this before - fixes on the dual knives as they whizz towards her. She cannot summon magic again, not yet - she will be impaled, undignified and bloody, on the end of this mare's daggers, and there's nothing she can do... But yes, there is. With a savage growl Dominus throws himself towards Ampere's left side. More specifically, he aims for her folded left wing, the injured one, the smell of blood enticing him as his hindquarters bunch and he lunges up. His teeth aim for the left wing, the meat of it, caring little that this is a spar. He seeks to grasp whatever piece of the wing he can, whilst his hindlegs tuck up. He hopes to end up swinging his full weight on Ampere's left wing, trying to pull it open and jerk it down like it is prey - he hopes this will distract and pain the mare, stop her daggers from pursuing his bonded. Nyx, meanwhile, shies forwards, feeling the knives whistle past her. Hopefully facing Ampere, her left foreleg lifts and stomps down, aiming to rasp the front of her hoof down the front of Ampere's right foreleg, from knee to fetlock. She hopes the stones stuck beneath her hoof will create small cuts in the skin, and perhaps pain the mare enough to make her drop her weapons. ------- |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
