Chains had to be used as restrains from keeping the mare to stooping to the boy's level. His laugh grated her ears. Hell, his very existence was rubbing her the wrong way. He hadn't changed since their brief encounter at the Riptides. She longed to lash out at that dumb look on his face, but sheld herself back. While her father's DNA burned within her, her mother's presence in the past reminded her that it just wasn't fucking worth it. Well, naturally, Sohalia the Transcendent had said it a little differently, but the message was still received.

Hair was puffed away from her eyes as the girl snorted. "Don't speak of things you can't comprehend, boy." Perhaps she should be unnerved by the underlying threat in his words. That, however, was overrated; to be that little mare who frightened when a mere pin dropped. Still, she didn't brush the threat that he was entirely away. Doing something of the sorts would be foolish. She remembered what the black stallion had declared at the unveiling of the new land, that this beast had murdered before in cold blood.

She would not fall victim to the brute who carried himself like an oh-scary-monster. How intimidating. There would be no end for the monochromatic girl. At least, certainly not today. If anything this encounter would reveal the foul creature's true colors and intentions to the rest of her herd. The Dragon Throat would always welcome refugees, but not one of his breed. If this continued she would demand the absurd reasoning behind his presence around her family's lands.

"Let's dance." As soon the words left his obtuse mouth, Zenobia was all too willing to take the lead in this so called dance. "I'll try to step on your feet, dear sir." If he thought she would easily be dominated than he was in for a shocking surprise. At the same time, however, the girl knew that to fell this beast would be no easy feat. The brute was like a barbarian in his build, large muscles rippling in the sunlight. His hits would fucking hurt and it didn't take a genius to realize this. Then there was the matter of his dragons.

Rather than moving away from his front view, Zenobia kept her hooves rooted. Large wings began to rapidly beat, albeit not for take off. No pegasus would purposely drag their magnificent wings along the ground when trying to flee to the air. Instead, her wings were acting like her own small and spontaneous dust storm. There was no wind this beautiful day, one that truly didn't match the scene that was unfolding, so the risks of it being blown back into her face were low. Or so she thought. Her wings scooped up debris, attempting to stir it up and swing some in his eyes with each sweep of her wings.

Whether blinded or not, the girl prayed him and his companions were at least distracted. Stay away from that horn. she urged herself as she attempted to use her lithe, agile frame to make it to his side before he could turn around. A native of the desert, each step was sure footed: the sands loose grasp had no real effect on her traction. She had to wonder if this refugee had enough time to grow accustomed to the ways of the desert. "I guess we'll see."

As she began to make her loop, she tried to race along his right side. Zenobia only broke her steady, quick gait when she quickly paused near his right front leg. Hoping to hinder his movement so that her petite body would continue to reign supreme in terms of agility and speed, she tried to lash out at his right front leg with her back leg in an outward kick as she ran by. Immediately after she picked her pace up once again, urging herself to run passed the giant's body. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she tried not to get broken in half from a well-placed buck (or whatever the meaty brute may try to counter with).

Zenobia kept check of her pace because she knew pushing herself too early into the fight could cause for later setbacks. There was also the concern of her unruly beating heart.

"Speech."

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summary zenobia uses her wings to try to kick up debris to send flying in abraham and company's direction, hoping to blind or distract him. she veers to his right side, running along his side while trying to kick outwards at his front leg with her back leg.
ooc oops, sorry! hope everything looks okay! i looove abe <3 i can imagine his laugh xD
tags @Abraham