No longer do they stand at the precipice, staring each other down like wolves preparing to take down a wounded elk. All at once there is movement. There is no certain moment when the battle begins, raging in Lakota's ears. It is a sudden clamor, and she wonders briefly to herself who made the first blow. Who was it that had finally had enough? Who strode forward to lock with an opponent in battle? The sudden sound of screaming, both in pain and anger, is familiar to her. But it is a steady, dizzyingly fast surge in sound that tells her in the rush of bodies moving towards one another that bloodshed will come. The two groups are moving, meshing, becoming one large body of anger and love for their side of the battle. In the end, it will all come down to who was willing to lay down more, who was too stubborn to give up. Sharp violet eyes had locked on the slurring mess that had been staring down Murdock since she had spoken. Her name is meaningless to Lakota. The mercenary is uncaring of who she is, or her backstory. It is not her business that she is apparently deranged, all she knows is that this mare has the potential to hurt her brother standing directly before the stocky woman. It makes her skin itch to run forward and attack the wench before she can so much as land a blow, but she is thoroughly distracted by a Throat warrior nearby taking to the skies to meet one of the Foothills in the air. A glance back and in seconds Murdock was apparently gone, the pegasus clearly appreciating the appendages and taking flight. That, at least, was a comfort. Now, she could focus on the battle that was already flourishing in her veins, whispering sick words to her that encouraged every desire to hurt. Something dark from youth fed her, telling her that she would triumph as she had in every pillage she had been in as a princess. Lakota felt almost sick with glee, knowing that this was her world. Fire and hell, where the only thing keeping you grounded was the pain you pushed through. She nearly missed the sudden movement that the dichromatic-eyed mare made, but turned to face her quickly out of instinct more than rational thought. Aodaun bristled at her heels, eyes dark with the emotions running like a heavy drug through Lakota and into their bond. It was a strange move to start off with, sloppy and clearly made out of anger. The noise that had echoed from the smaller mare's throat had warned her well enough even if her peripherals had not already caught the movement.
The legs headed towards her had to be dealt with first and instinct told her to move. Quickly she jerked herself to the left, eyes locked on VERENIA for as long as she could. She was longer of leg and had more reach, getting herself out of the way in a decent manner, but Ao was also quick to get out of her way. Stumbling slightly in her haste to get out of range, Lakota was aware of how close they had brushed when VERENIA had lunged at her. It surprised her, what she found when she turned- knowing from experience to never take your eyes off your opponent. VERENIA had fallen, though she had quickly rolled over to face Lakota. Anger swelled in her chest, as well as a fierce pride and love for her family that drove her into attack mode. The mare was solid, compact and tough where Lakota was lean and tall. In fact, she'd never fought someone quite like the Foothills fae. She guessed a blow from VERENIA would be a bit worse to deal with, but her speed had already proven useful in getting away from her the first time. Like hell she was going to be stuck on the ground. That was like a death blow. Aodaun stuck close to her side as she charged at the other female, heat of battle completely wiping her thoughts. Anger surging through her that the mare had dared to try and pin her. Lakota was not so easily taken down! She did not care that the other female was not sound of mind- to Lakota, she was merely another enemy. Someone who had dared to fight against her, and she would not go down without making her beloved twins proud. If she had to be beaten, it was going to be screaming her support to her family, and it had better be with her last dying breath or she was going to wreck hell in her opponent's life. She advanced quickly on long pillars, hindquarters pushing her forward and up. Obsidian hooves aimed down at the solid mare's right shoulder, ears pinned back and irises alight with a crazed sort of lust. Teeth were bared, glinting in the weak light. Those, too, she aimed for the neck above VERENIA'S shoulder that had already been targeted. Should her hooves find flesh, she intended to clamp her teeth into the woman's yielding flesh, taste her lifeblood and leave her with a mark that would forever be Lakota's. She would fight, not only for herself but for her family. They deserved this land, not this sorry whelp at her hooves.
WC: 897
Defense: Jumps to the left to avoid Verenia's lunge, stumbling slightly in the process.
Attack: Turns to keep her eyes on Verenia and lunges forward, head low and forelegs extended to try and land on her right shoulder. Should it connect her teeth are also aiming for her neck, same side.
Other: Magic: 0/2 Companion: 0/2
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Invasion Round One :: Cluster One
