Note & Sabel

Satisfaction surged through Note as he saw that his bite had landed, even if his other attack had been missed. The bay didn't have long to dwell on his one small victory before Aryel was moving again. She was an agile being, though she lacked the thoroughbred blood that Note had, making them equals in agility. The bay backed up immediately as the blue kicked up sand into his face, blinking furiously to rid himself of the sand that had found its way into his sharp green eyes. It stung for a few moments until he had managed to rid himself of all the sand.

Note had become used to sand being in his face from living in the desert so long. The sand Aryel had kicked up didn't seem to phase him much, but it fueled an anger that resided deep inside the bay, left over from his years of abuse from the stallion who had made Note his slave. He snorted furiously, watching the cloud and looking for the blue form of his opponent. Soon enough, Aryel had launched herself from the cloud of dust, her figure emerging from it towards dauntingly.

Aryel's hooves lifted from the ground in a rear, her hooves flailing, wanting to pierce his skin. But Note wouldn't let that happen just yet. The bay dodged to the left of the mare, pulling himself up into a rear as well, spreading his wings just as Aryel had done to keep his balance. His scar was clearly visible to her, though Note didn't care very much anymore after his talk with Sohalia. She had given him strength not to care about who saw his scar anymore.

Note aimed his hooves for Aryel's shoulder as he closed the gap between them. The bay tried to lock his right leg with the mare's left, hoping to land a quick blow to her chest by doing this. His coat glistened as sunlight streamed from above, catching the dusty brown coloring that was a brighter shade from the sweat he had worked up throughout the spar. Note's sides heaved, fatigue slowly starting to creep up on him. Though this was a spar he didn't plan to loose because of something as stupid as heat and weariness.

The bay aimed one more bite at Aryel's neck, his snapping jaws inhaling some of the dust the pair had managed to kick up. It left a dry taste in his mouth and became another fuel for his agitation. Aryel had proved herself to not be very good at picking areas to spar in.

[ post: 2/3; w/c: 438
attack: a couple of hoof strikes, bite
defense: some dodging, if that counts ]

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