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Pressed against the tree, heart pounding as desperation gripped her muscles, she felt the way her horn slid up the mare’s neck, sliding the charcoal hide. Would the pain be enough to stop the mare from further crushing her against the tree? From making her ribs one with the bark that already bit into her flesh? The impulse from Ampere’s hooves against her chest rattled through her bones, and the gash that crossed through a pectoral was dripping blood that was obviously too polar to mix with the sickeningly thick bog water. What surprised her most was her response to pain. Ophelia knew that her fight and flight instincts were severely limited, but she has never before had to deal with injury- at least not like this. The aching sensation was curious, and the sting brought her teeth clamping together. An odd drive told her that screaming aloud would lessen the ache that froze the muscle, but she knew that could not be true; oh, but it was tempting – to scream.
Tinek tumbled down them to rescue her, to give her an out, and Ophelia took it without thought, scrambling to get around the tree and manage her long, slender and now hindered limbs. The fight forced her muscles to act against self-preservation which urged them to tense, stop, and brace against further attack. Quickly, her strange, dual colored eyes turned back to see Ampere recovering from what she assumed were shock bites, and the distance between them was at least somewhat comfortable. Ophelia watched as smoke plumed from her dark mane and tail, thinking that their figures were starkly opposite. One was short and strong, the other tall and slender. One was winged, the other horned. One was dark and adorned with blue, the other white and adorned with crimson. The pale mare watched, waiting quietly as her opponent recovered, and Ophelia was too inexperienced to take advantage of this moment.
Suddenly, a yell bellowed from her opponent’s throat, and she listened to the words, furrowing her brows. Well, obviously not, considering that my dragon did just the exact thing to yo-. Her thoughts were cut short as she watched with wide, disbelieving eyes a tree shudder off bark and come to life! The same tree that had her pinned before! In the shape of a jaguar made of startlingly vibrant blue, the lower half of the tree lunged her way, claws outstretched and arms wide toward her rear end. Logic told her to lash out with her hind hooves, but the jaguar did not possess a corporeal body. Ophelia, instead, jumped forward and to the left, her hooves getting stuck in the thick murk and slowing her progress. The left paw of the jaguar caught her right, bruised hip, leaving three, searing claw marks that burned into her flesh. If her mind were not white hot and raw with pain, she might have made the note that the cauterized would was better than an open one, but no rational thought could move through such pain.
White of her eyes showed in the corners as crimson and blue rolled to the back, her jaws opened as nothing but a strangled yelp moved past her gray lips. She jerked her hind, right leg up, favoring it until she saw darkness swoop like a shadow of death upward, gaining altitude. What goes up must come down. Ophelia tried to think through the pain, unable to let her limb touch ground without a stabbing sensation catching her in the throat. What goes up must come down. Where was the shadow? The alabaster mare watched as her opponent used a tree as a spring board with a turn of her head to look over her hip, propelling herself upward. What goes up must come down. Ophelia forced her hind leg down with a cry and limped backward, jerking her horn upward. What goes up must come down - impale yourself! The pale mare then danced to the side so that Ampere’s parabolic arch would go mostly over her, limping on her hind right and shuffling her front legs to protect her chest, getting out from under the winged one.
As soon as she was balanced again, Ophelia knew that she had to make one last move, something to secure at least a safe passage away. Tinek was exhausted, and she knew that she could no longer rely on him for help. The alabaster mare took little time in regrouping before making a lunge at her opponent, hopefully, just as her hooves touched the ground. She aimed to impale the dark mare with her white, blood stained horn on her left shoulder, but Ophelia made a sweeping motion with her head to the left, hoping to catch along her barrel and hip as well.
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[complete] Smash the Floor [open spar]
