|
Ru no longer celebrates the small victories. The punches and the kicks that manage to push through her opponent’s defenses. It’s a momentary, mind-tickling thought that adds wounds against a tally of successes and defeats. Thrust into the background of her mind, as she tries to anticipate her opponent’s next move.
It eludes her that she’s infuriated the other a second time. Perhaps she blamed Roskuld for her impromptu challenge, and the illogical circumstances for wanting to beat the shit out of her - for what, exactly? A damn name? There were no rules, no established guidelines – there was only instinct and emotion that fueled Ru’s actions. And the flame that burst within was allowed to consume the mare in a tactless, stubborn state.
When she hears Ros’ heated words, the woman let’s out a laugh. Careless, disheveled and nearly air squeaking as it pushed through her throat. If not for the mirth and the thoughtless amusement that followed with its sound, it may have slipped the spaces between them as a gasp.
Just about.
As the mare anticipated impact, having thrown her weight in the desired direction – the other rears. Ru’s teeth snatch the flesh of the opponent’s elbow, but she’s extended when the shortest of the pair begins their descent. With an ungracious, billowing snort – cut short by the pain striking against her side – Ru hurries to back herself up and out of the way. The white tips of primaries snap out, as if to balance her from the fall and the wet earth. But the short hurried steps, and soggy ground cause Ru to loose her footing at her hindquarters. Tripping backwards.
The space is tight, and there’s not enough time to avoid the collision of the shorter mare against her left shoulder. The general’s teeth snap where the weeping cut begins. Issuing a sharp, feral squeal, followed by the inevitable wing that punches out where Ros has purchased her teeth.
The pain travels along her side, and strikes quickly and sharply into her lungs, seizing her limbs for a brief moment. And like a child, she punches out at the noxious stimulus poisoning her blood, and erasing her civil inhibitions. For the sole reason to get away, and stop the wound from spreading its nefarious talons into her whole person. Inevitably that aim follows the source of the teeth, and teeth are consequently attached to a head.
With a heavy, warped groan – she presses her wings against her sides after the initial motion. And side steps to the left, hoping to angle herself along Ros’s right side; lunges from the power of her hindquarters and lifts her right fore to strike out against the general’s ribs.
Gnashing teeth against the agony that ebbs with each large inhale.
--
[2/3]
Words: 461
| |
.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
