It was pleasing to know that his opponent was about as skilled as Lace had imagined. Immediately evident from how the stallion ducked under his raised front hooves rather than trying to fend them off by rearing himself, Azzuen immediately exceeded his expectations by thrusting the spear toward his chest. With no time to pause and look to see which end of the spear the allied soldier chose to use, the Glazier steeled himself for the sensation of metal cutting through skin and flesh, coldly counting on his ribs to protect the vital organs within. He couldn't move away, the thrust was too quick, his body still suspended in midair, with hooves just barely beginning to make their way back down towards the blessed earth upon which they had been walking from the moment of birth.
The gray stallion gritted his teeth and grunted from discomfort as the wooden end of the spear smacked into his flesh and raked back over the ribs, with enough force to cause bruising and scrape off the outer layer of skin in some places. It was as he'd been hit by a whiplash, painting a line of stinging fire along the barrel. But he was grateful. Oh, so grateful, because the alliance was upheld and he wasn't bleeding, and with this Lace was allowed to enjoy the battle on a whole new level. No more worrying about whether this was a serious fight or a friendly bout, whether his life was in danger while holding back on the opponent. Now he could relax, and by the gods he would enjoy himself.
The impact when he reconnected with the ground was familiar and comfortable, the jarring of the head enough to shake unimportant thoughts from the mind. When the crook of the Throat soldier's wing caught his neck and pushed into him, Lace backed up while trying to endure the disgusting feel of something clamping in on the windpipe. He wouldn't allow himself to be knocked off balance, and he wasn't so kind as to let a challenge go unanswered.
As he backed away, the front hooves stepped high and attempted to rake down the shins of the black stallions forelegs, hopefully trampling the sensitive coronets in the process. The neck arched further, tightening into a narrow arch in order to reach over the feathered wing and aim a bite at the joint where appendage met body. It would be little more than a nip to mark the intent should it land, as Lace had no intention to impair the flight ability of an ally, but had he been serious it would have been more than painful. A pegasus wings were their greatest strength - and their greatest weakness. Take them away, and they would be clumsier than most equines since few were trained on ground battle tactics.
Using the opportunity of Lace occupying the front of the General, Fajira suddenly decided to make her move. Silently, without her normal defiant battle cries, she folded her wings and fell from the sky like a white projectile. At the last minute she unfurled the wings again and aimed with the claws on all four legs towards Azzuen's rump, intending to dig the sharp talons into his skin and latch on, biting the dock and whipping with the scaled tail to cause as much discomfort as she could without doing permanent damage.
[Word count: 562 Magic: 0/1 Companion 1/1 Lace took the hit with the spear, bruising the point just behind the shoulder and scraping over the ribs. Stepped backwards to avoid being pushed off balance by the wing, attempting to rake the shins and trample the coronets on Azzuen's forelegs. Aimed a bite for the joint between body and wing.
Fajira flew down from her spot above the horses, attempting to latch onto Azzuen's rump with her claws, bite his dock and whip the tail over his flanks. ]
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