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05-23-2017, 01:24 AM
The lady gives her name and she locks that way carefully in her mind for later use. She watched the woman quietly for a moment fighting the surge of adrenaline that threatened to ruin the whole fight. A battle can be lost all to easily with to much excitement, it clouds the mind and slows the body. She takes a slow deep breath then lunges forward. To her utter amazement and flaming rage she competently misses. Rage rolls through her body screaming that she turn around and totally lose her shit. Instead she tries to back away as the other mare spins around to her left. Before she can get her thick frame out of the way hooves crash into her lower neck and shoulder. Pain flares as bruises pop up instantly where Wessex's hooves had been seconds before. Then that damned spiked tail lashes out at her, scrapping along her ass. Blood wells in lines over her round rump, more of a flesh wound than anything. If the lady had wanted to slow her down, she would have to do better. Maybe this was why her brother had always turned away from sparing. Adelric and never really wanted to play fight when they were kids. She had always assumed that it was because he had a kinder heart, but now she wasn't sure. Maybe he had always balked at the idea because he didn't want to get his ass beat all the time. A scream of rage rips from her dark lips and her ears slam down against her skull. Instead of standing around like a deer in the headlights she shoves her rear left leg into the ground before throwing her body around. Yellow and green eyes narrow slightly as she tries to quickly calculate the mare's trajectory. Feeling that she knows where the taller lady will be, she races forward large hooves pounding at the firm ground. Sweat blossomed over her dappled grey hide as the sun beat down on her broad back. Her eyes are pinned on the damned spiked mare she as smirks and prances around like she's already one. Her lips lift in her anger and disgust. 'I'll give you something to smirk about.' She aims for the the place she assumes Wessex will end up in her childish prancing. If everything worked out well she would be baring down on the Corporal. She throws herself forward trying to slam into the taller mare. Wessex might be taller but she has the weight on her side, giving her the advantage in this area. Hopefully she can knock her over or at least of balance. While she is close the mare throws her head back and forth trying to slice her with her long twisted horns. For good measure she throws her barbed wire marked leg out trying to trip the Corporal or hit her foreleg. Her eyes keep an eye on her dangerous tail trying her best to avoid the fucking thing again. Her ass gives a painful twinge reminding her what the red tipped barbs care capable off. She snarls allowing her rage to poke through a little more allowing her to fight through the mild sting and bruises on her neck and shoulder. Now she wishes she had her magic so she could shock the hell out of this cocky bitch. So what if she held a title? That didn't make her any better than herself, and it sure has fuck didn't give her the right to look so shitty about landing the first blow. A memory flashes through her mind for the briefest second. Krieger stood in front of her after finding his young daughter attacking a tree. 'Never just throw everything you have out there at once. Battles can rage for hours, and if you use up everything you have in the beginning, you might end up dead.' Those words at stuck with her for the rest of her life. She held that to every aspect of her life instead of just for fighting. She focused back on the Corporal trying her best to not allow the mare to escape again. ----------------------- Talking OOC; 2/3 Takes the kick to her lower neck and upper shoulder, then gets cut on her butt(shallow), she turns and races after Wessex trying to cut her off and slam into her then she tries to cut her with her horns and trip/hit her with her front leg Words/Tags; 691 @Wessex Her horns are basically water buffalo, except the actual horns are spiraled like kudu horns |
- table by Niki -
Superiority is my reason
Anger is my fuel
Blood is the cost
Victory is my prize
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Anger is my fuel
Blood is the cost
Victory is my prize
Her horn isn't broken
