Note & Sabel

'Shit,' Note thought to himself, quickly becoming panicked as Aryel started to dive under him. Why hadn't he thought this through?! Aryel's teeth grabbed at the base of his neck, causing a little gash to appear as she ripped a some of skin from his dusty body. Note winced in pain as blood from the gash started to slither down his chest and fall upon the hot sand below them in deep red blots. It had hurt, probably more than Aryel had intended it to.

Note was then forced back, struggling to keep his balance as the smaller mare pushed against his side. The bay reacted quickly, spreading his wings further and flapping them furiously as he became airborne, Aryel's pushing him up only helping his ascent. He barely managed to escape Aryel's teeth near his wings, her jaws only bringing with them a small amount of his coat. It stung Note's leg as the hair was plucked from his skin, but he pressed on, dropping from the sky and aiming for Aryel's right wing, hoping to give her a good rest from flying for a while.

The bay landed upon the hot sand once again, stumbling forward as he did so. His sides heaved, the heat from the sun showing no mercy on Note, his coat almost covered in sweat. His chest was still pretty bloody, but the bleeding from the gash itself had stopped. The bay looked over his shoulder to examine the amount of blood that had ended up on the ground, but instead was met with the sight of Aryel's legs starting to buck out at him.

Note snorted in annoyance before lunging away from her legs. Note cantered around to Aryel's right side in a tight "U" shape, her legs missing his barrel by mere inches. He was hoping to charge straight into her haunches just before they had reached the ground and knock the mare over. It was a move he'd never tried before, requiring immense speed and agility because of the small time frame he'd been given.

Luckily, Note had both, even as fatigued as he was thanks to the tallsun heat. Though if he was to be successful in carrying out the move, his chest would slam into Aryel's legs and she'd end up flat on her back. What a sight that would be, the great sergeant of the Dragon's Throat lying sorely on the ground, the dust painting her pretty blue coat in orange. But Note wasn't too sure he wanted to see it anymore. What good could come from it?

Well, it was too late to think like that.

[ooc: 3/3; 447 words]

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