Flying and aiming was not easy, and so she never expected her attack to be powerful. However, it seemed that she had timed something right; for she feels her hooves connect with his body. The force of the punch resonates up her back legs, and even though he falls away, her own rump screams in protest. Small drops of coagulated blood crackle off, revealing pink, ripe flesh beneath. The lack of blockage causes it to weep again, fresh droplets of blood peeping out of the meat. Elsa grinds her teeth against the pain, but Edgar’s excitement cuts of the buzz of stinging. It seems that her other half was able to sink his feet in. According to Edgar, he had pierced Caleb’s face, and it made him cackle with delight. Elsa hovers for a moment trying to stabilize her feelings, she still wasn't used to this shared emotions crap. Caleb though, does not care for confusion, and continues his relentless attacks.

Within mere moments, Caleb is behind her again. Elsa can hear his wings this time, but she still does not have enough time to react. His teeth connect with the dock of her tail, and for a moment, she is stunned. The nerves tingle, and suddenly explode across her body like lightning. Her neck hoists up, locking in an upward position of agony, and she is unable to make a fast getaway. Edgar, screeching again, prepares for his attack and circles around the left side of Caleb, hoping that he is too distracted by Elsa to notice him. There he waits for his bonded’s command, a clever attack waiting in his mind. He has to fight his instinct though, because it seems that Elsa has not even taken half the damage she is slated to receive. Suddenly, Caleb's teeth release, and she is greeted with the piercing agony of horn. It sinks into the very spot he aimed at, and suddenly her ass explodes into a pain she’s never felt before. She jerks forward, trying to get away, but that only makes it worse. His horn, about a half-inch deep, tears straight through the skin and flesh, leaving a jagged wound just above her tail. Blood immediately bubbles forth, covering the top of her tail in a nice rusty color, and crimson drops begin to drip off of her body and into the ocean.

Pain cannot matter though, because she has to finish this fight. Her two hind legs curl up in pain, hoping the tensing of muscle would stop the bleeding. She does this, but to no avail, and instead, takes this moment to attack. Using her feet, which are tucked under her body, she lashes out behind her. If Caleb stayed close enough behind her, she hoped to whack him in the snout. And that was only the tip of their plan, for Edgar dives in to. With a screech, he tries to dive beneath Caleb. Once he thinks he’s near Caleb’s, ahem, nether regions, he turns his little icy body on. In Edgar’s mind, he knows all about the male mind- you have to attack them where it hurts. Elsa actually laughed, feeling the deviousness of Edgar leak into her system. Despite all of the pain and anguish she was enduring, Edgar was doing a hell of a good job keeping her hopes up. ’I clever,’ he flaunts, hoping that all of this would earn him a nice couple of seeds or two once winter was over.

This entire situation felt so foreign to them, as neither of them had anticipated experiencing feelings of elation. Normally, Elsa was driven by a mad desire for revenge and blood, but now, it seemed like nothing more than a sport (a very painful sport nonetheless). So both were quite confused on how to feel. Should they be happy? Or should they be thirsty of the blood of their enemies? Whichever the answer, they both agreed that they needed to take this spar with stride. If the end helped Elsa be happier, Edgar was more than happy to take these spars as a game rather than a fight for life.

For now, it just felt nice to be alive.

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