White December

The feeling of gnashers clashing together was dissatisfying; a low growl erupting from her vocals at the fact she had missed her target. She would make him pay, but that had to wait because suddenly he was jerking up, daggers upon his helm aimed for her vulnerable neck and jaw. On instinct she recoiled, eyes widening in sudden surprise at the tactic, the sound of the metal whooshing past her causing her ears to ring. It had been inches from her, way too close of a call for her liking. As she was moving he was back again, lashing out with hind hooves in an attempt to mar her pure hide, only for air to be their landing point. She had felt the rush of them near her rump, could have reached out and touched the blades on his armor if she had dared, and this left adrenaline pumping through her aggressively. She would have to rethink; the armor had surprised her and caught her off guard, leaving her to foolishly charge. She hadn't learned any battle tactics, didn't know how they were supposed to fight because she had never saw the need to before now. Becoming a protector of her land had changed that, and now she contemplated if she had made the right decision. If this was what she had to endure, just for the sake of enduring and not for any purpose, then she might as well quit. She wasn't going to fucking waste her time unintentionally hurting herself when she could be doing much more important things.

She didn't have time to further think on this thought, before the dark horse was sweeping out a lavish wing, mocking her and shooting insults. Her ears flattened, neck arching and nostrils flaring in distaste at his audacity. He wasn't intimidating, just lucky he had fucking body armor. How cocky would he be if the clunky metal was no longer shielding delicate skin? Narrowing her eyes she pawed the earth, tossing her mane entangled with thistles that continued to swarm her fur, a low growl escaping her, "You wouldn't be acting so high and mighty with that armor off. Did mommy remind you to bring it after combing your hair? Or was it after you and she finished your pedicures?" Two could play the mocking game, and although December often found words to not be as of much use as actions, she couldn't help but love the satisfaction she felt when the words slipped from her fluidly. The man was feminine, and even his bulky costume couldn't hide that. They were at a standstill now, trying to figure out just who was going to go next. She assumed she would, because the louse didn't seem to have much courage behind that silver tongue of his. He was all bark and no bite, which only helped her in the long run.

Her eyes slowly moved around him, studying his areas of weakness; before working herself forward again. It took her time to get moving, the momentum of her build too large to shift so swiftly, but once it was going it could hit like a truck. Eyes gleamed with determination and she snarled, heading right for his right wing. Her teeth were out again; snapping hungrily as if she were ready to strike, but she had other thoughts in her head. As soon as she was equidistant to his shoulder; she abruptly turned, using massive skull as a battering ram in an attempt to shove right into his wing joint. She wasn't very familiar with the anatomy of the Pegasus, but she figured that if she gave his wing a good beating at the base, it would at least hinder flight if not anything worse. Head began to pull back from the momentum as she rotated herself on her front hooves, moving to the left where her hind hooves lashed out, attempting to get a good kick into his right flank despite the armor being in her way. As she did so thistles flew everywhere, littering her feathers and matte coat like a bunch of lavender polka dots on an ivory canvas. She would have to do a hell of a lot of grooming to get them all out.

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{WC: 710 according to Microsoft Word
Tag: @[Bucephalus]
OOC: Attack 2/3
Summary: Barely dodged both of his attacks, and continued to face him. Finally moved forward and attempted to headbutt the base of his right wing, then rotated on her front hooves to kick her hind hooves into his right flank. }