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06-22-2015, 04:35 AM
‘I’ve had lovers bite harder than that,’ The remark does not anger you, adding barbs to your veins to spur you into further action as she might have intended. It does not add to your desire to continue this mock-fight, and it does not wound your pride. The words crease your lips in to a frown, concern for the star-skinned mare clouding your mind for just a fraction of a second before she springs forwards, her limbs flying at you faster than you can manage to move. Her hoof slices into the muscles of your chest, sharp and savage, tearing a hole from the point of your right shoulder to the center of your breast. You cry out as the pieces of flesh rend a part, blood seeping from the wound in an instant. It is a searing pain, much like the kick to your leg but sharper somehow. Lost in it you do not have the presence of mind to pull from her as you feel her teeth latch on to your antlers, and as she descends, so do you. It is in vain that you try to catch yourself, your dainty hooves slipping on a patch of ice as you brace against her pull, something in your neck snapping quietly, the pain of it dulling quickly in comparison to your surprise as gravity catches you off-guard. As you crumble, your head tilts up violently, antlers reaching for any contact of flesh, primarily aiming at the tenderness of her neck as she releases her grip. You do not suspect them to hit deep, if at all, judging by the angle of the attack, the distance already lain between the two of you. It is in that heap that you lay still, your breathing uneven, chest cut and bleeding, your neck throbbing, muscles aching and tired, that you simply look up to her, eyes wet from the pain. You do not possess any battle prowess; the experience to know an enemy by the way they move, where their weaknesses should lay, what their strengths are so that you may disarm them. You do not know, for the thousandth time in your life, staring in the direction of the girl, what to do next. Your heart is tired, your body more so, and in this moment getting up and trying again feels as if you might as well be climbing a mountain with a broken limb. It is with your admittance of defeat on the tip of your tongue that you realize you are scared. Scared because you had never been tested, scared because this mare is barbaric, because she is strong: because she is the opposite of everything you have proven to be. As defiance rises within you, you rise to your feet, waiting barely a heartbeat to plunge your left shoulder towards the deep cobalt of her chest, your teeth reaching for the thin skin of her left leg before your head snaps back, aiming to slam the underside of her jaw with the top of your neck. Pivoting slightly, you try to align yourself parallel to her right side, roughly shoulder-to-shoulder, your left hind leg kicking out towards her right hind. Instead of moving away again you stay close, opting this time to try and avoid letting her add momentum to her attacks. |
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summary: one of ki'irha's hoofs cuts her chest, from the point of her right shoulder to the middle of her chest. she succeeds in pulling enna just enough so that she slips and loses her balance. as enna falls she attempts to jab ki'irha in the neck with one of her antlers before catching her breath and having a mental breakdown while laying on the floor like an idiot. as she gets up, she tries to ram her left (good) shoulder in to ki'irhas chest while bitting at her knee, if it hits ripping upwards and aiming to hit the bottom of ki'irha's throat/cheekbone area with the top of her neck. then turns to hopefully end up parallel to ki'irha's right side, kicking out towards her back leg. then just stands there like a derp. :D
@[Ki'irha]
