Oh dear.
All that hullabaloo, all of that raging confidence, and not even a single one of his hairs had landed upon his opponent. Pippigrin did not think he could ever condescend to such poor form, nor had he ever performed so badly as to completely miss his target.  Already he had begun to sulk, perhaps because he had been pitted against an opponent who was, for once, a reasonable and fair match (compared to others like the Sultan for example). The shame had him struck, his legs turning from firm daggers to wobbly vines as he attempted to slink a number of paces away from the mare, though still, as hot kisses and a vibrant blush bloomed upon his cheeks, he began to wonder just how the woman could avoid such an attack! The boy had moved faster than any eye could behold nor comprehend and yet... she had been quicker? How was that so? Surely she was not matched to him in speed, nor could she anticipate his movements?  
...Or could she?
The magic and power of wind and light was one that was brand new to the pesky pegasus, and it was most definitely the kind that would need a deal of practise - Perhaps he had simply misjudged the distance, the speed?
Still, the hobbit was greatly unsure. Was she truly omnifisent*?

"HEY!
At least take me to dinner first!
Eat this!"

The startled guardian was taken quite off guard, though the woman's voice was quite enough to alert him. Ducking his head low, his whiskers brushing against the coastal sand as the mighty hoof of his rival soared over his ear tips. "Woah!" He bellowed, or rather, gasped as the missing punch was packed right in the direction of where his dainty little nose had been only milliseconds earlier. Ouch. The little bird didn't even want to imagine what sort of state he would be in had he not ducked.
Pippigrin had no clue which of her feet had been aimed at his head, though there was the small victory in the fact that he too had sustained no damage.
Except, of course, the hefty bruise to his pride.

The hobbit had no real worry for Brandybuck who remained coiled in the sand quite a distance from the fight, watching through beady eyes. Every now and again the creature might coo through his muzzle in an attempt to communicate, though his soft grumbling went unnoticed by the fighter.

Pippigrin's head raised from the sand, his eyes narrowing for a brief moment upon the woman and the mouth where her venomous sarcasm had leaked from. Pip would never have dinner with the likes of her - that was his favourite time of the day and he spent it with friends only.
"You're-"
Pausing between his words as he swiped his front right leg with all the precision he could muster, plotting to strike Akumi's off side ribs or flank.
"NOT-"
Again the halfling paused after his breathless boom, this time reaching forth with his near side hoof, aiming for the same spot as his original claw.
"INVITED!"