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Roskuld’s voice sends an array of pins and needles into Ru.
She glances up with ears pinned back, head reared up, and eyes that remain guarded and as distant as the furthest day lit star. She shuffles in her spot, narrowing her eyes as the other begins to center their body directly across. The stocky mare scalds the air with their unease, reflected by the defensive thickening of Ru’s gaze. Defiance licks the youth’s eyes with a growing fire, especially as the general lowers their scabbard.
Ru’s fear has unraveled, and become reality. Breaking, crashing through – without a second thought the duo toned unicorn lunges after her. A ragged exhale forces itself through her nares, gripping onto wet ground to purchase a few strides. Ru doubts she’ll be able to gain much speed given their short distance from one another. So the youth turns to expose her left side for collision. Attempting to swing her haunches around, and –
Ru’s cry pulses out from her lips soundless, as the horn pierces through flesh. Followed by a gurgling noise trapped behind her throat. Along the posterior edge of her elbow, the shallow cut, twists away deepening as she carries her hind limbs around to face Roskuld. The cut trails along her left side, before she is released from it and sends a buck into the little ball of muscles behind the attack. Aiming for Ros’s head or jugular.
Holding her breath she lunges forward as soon as her hind legs reach the earth. Each breath hurts from the wound. Makes it difficult to take in long drags of air, as Ru intends to turn about and face her challenger. Tears threaten to burst past the edges of her eyes, but they hold for the time being.
The harsh presence of pain adds fuel to the anger that presses fiercely from her heart. Tells herself to feed off of her wounds; but even thoughts now, are hard to comprehend in the heat of the moment.
With the intention of facing her opponent once more, the pegasi turns left to ram her chest into the unicorn’s ribs. While teeth snap out for their jugular. A sweet spot, intended to feel the full force of her jaws. It might not have been as severe as the cut, but it would certainly be just as painful – or so Ru felt compelled to think.
It would be silly to assume she might out gun the mare, considering their stature. And from the untold experiences the general may have had, Ru felt confident that she might posses just a little more endurance than her superior. Enough, hopefully, to outlast Roskuld’s gusto, haphazardly bottled by the frustration in the air.
In any case Ru had no choice but to fight.
And if that resulted in deadly injury, so be it.
She’d get through it – somehow.
Through every tightened, pain flinching gasp – and the hot, erupting sweaty mess of a spar, there was a beginning and an end.
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