M  O  R  D  E  C  A  I

i will be the power in this vast and empty world
i will ride under no banners but my vengeance will unfurl

The dark girl had heard her name shouted and she was fairly certain that everyone else in the Throat and the surrounding area had heard Megaera and had picked up on the challenge in her tone. Mordecai's ears had fallen back against her head because she naturally assumed that she was in trouble, but it wasn't without good reason. She'd intentionally disregareded her mother's order to not take her younger brother out of the Dragon's Throat and she'd done it any way. She was positive that that was the reason that her mother was calling her out. She was going to be punished for her continued disobedience, but Mordecai was not one to take punishment lying down. If her mother intended to punish her publicly she would have to fight to do it.

That was the girl's thought as she entered the arena where her mother stood waiting in all her radiant glory. Her mother was beautiful with her sleek, shining coat and her gleaming wings. That was one thing that made it so obvious that she was not Megaera's true daughter. She was everything the sultana was not. Where the Sultana was sleek and clean, Mordecai was rough and dirty. Megaera was compact and fast while her daughter leaned more to the muscular side of the spectrum. The Sultana had more experience in the art of battle, where Mordecai had only instincts and the inborn desire to prove herself and dominate anyone that put themselves against her.

She would win, no matter who it was.

The dark girl came to a standstill near the center of the ring, several paces from where her mother stood waiting for her. Her ears tilted back, but were not yet flat against her head as she assessed her mother. No armor was present on her mother's body as it normally was when she intended to fight, so what was this? Was this not what she had assumed it to be? Whatever the case Mordecai had already psyched herself up for a fight and every fiber in her body thrummed with anticipation.

"Fight." She said, her dark eyes glinting with her desire to fight and win. She gave her mother little choice in the matter, for no sooner had the word slipped past her lips she had called upon her magic with the sole purpose of turning the blood that flowed through her mother's veins into acid. Her hope was that whatever pain she might cause her would be enough to render her motionless as she attacked. The dark girl charged, her teeth bared and her hooves ready. She bit at her mother's neck, hoping that her greater height would allow her to bite high enough on her neck that she'd be able to control her mother's head and force it down toward the ground. If it worked she aimed to kick her hooves at her mother's forelegs.

If not.... well, the girl would just have to suffer through trial and error until she found an attack that worked.

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Word Count: 505


Attack: 1/3

Mordecai arrives and uses her acid magic to try and turn Meg's blood to acid. She hopes that it works and the pain will allow her the upper hand. She charges and bites for Meg's neck. Her goal is to be able to control Meg's head and force it down toward the ground. At the same time she aims to kick her front hooves against Meg's forelegs.