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Ophelia acknowledged Murdock’s subtle nod of the head with a slight smirk, her figure aimed straight for the hairy unicorn stallion. She felt her magic do its work on his mind, and she could not help but allow her soul to revel in the purely lost expression that crossed her opponent’s features. Every step she took was erased into nothing until her jaws grasped hold of his crest. She felt his flesh give way to her jaws but the squeal of pain inspired her compassion. Ophelia unleashed the stallion as he tore away, the pleasure she felt from his agony diminishing into guilt that ached in a subtle way. Blood was such a bitter tasting liquid, and the crimson lightly stained the fur on her jaw. As soon as she released him from her grasp, she turned on her haunches, her body providing a tight barricade for Murdock’s kicks to land, though LOCKET managed to take the brunt of the force on his rump instead.
Their opponent was a warrior for a reason – she noticed. Even with all of his hair and the short, ornate build, Ophelia could see in his movement that he intelligently took blows that he could not avoid and knew to get out of the tight situation she and Murdock have shoved him into.
No smirk resided on her lips now as she made eye contact with LOCKET, who gazed at her in such confusion. The expression on her alabaster face was stony, and her dual colored eyes took no mirth in his suffering. As he turned back to where she stood, Ophelia readied herself, prepared for a clean battle – an honorable battle. Perhaps then, her father would be proud. As they faced each other, she bowed her neck in acknowledgement of the fight they would now dance, prepared for the fact that if she lost against this opponent, it would be because he was stronger and more skilled. Always, the strong will survive, and the strong deserve to survive. But Ophelia was not weak, and for what she lacked in highly developed musculature and somewhat gangly legs, she made up for in a keen, sharp mind. The sun was at her back, setting her figure in a bright, haloed light, and she lowered her neck, dipping her chin to her chest. If he were to run at her head on, his body would first meet the point of her pearly horn.
The distance between herself and LOCKET seemed to disappear into time, and she saw out of the corner of her crimson eye that he was aiming to bite at her crest on the right side. The sun was in her favor, shading her body from his sight, but his movements were plain and illuminated. Perhaps that tactic would have been better used on a shorter individual, because Ophelia’s 16 hand height was easily raised to far beyond that as she shifted her weight onto her hindquarters and lifted her front legs off the ground. Ophelia threw her weight to the left, but his speed and agility was initially underestimated. Even though she reared to remove herself from the situation, his teeth still managed to scrape over her shoulder on the right side, just behind the area that was stripped of hair from Ariadne’s hooves. Ophelia snorted and the shock of pain, though no blood was drawn as her body was still in motion away from his bite. As soon as her front hooves landed again, her forehand turned away, she lashed out with one hind, cloven hoof, not interested in being unbalanced but protecting herself from any attack he might attempt with her hips in his vicinity.
When he raced past, Ophelia no longer remained motionless. Even as she struck out with one hind hoof, LOCKET’s two caught in the fibers of her crimson adorned tail and managed to catch the back of her hind canon as she was bringing the leg back under her to move forward. The nick was not as severe as it could have been if she would have just remained still, but the thinner skin of her leg was more susceptible to damage, and it tore. Blood dripped from a 3cm cut on the back of her hind right canon, beneath her hock, and she grunted as an ache formed from the skin shifting while she distanced herself for a breather. She caught the wind in her lungs as she cantered another wide circle, turning and tearing toward LOCKET once more. Ophelia dipped her chin to her chest and aimed her horn at LOCKET’s right loin at the very moment the stallion was in midair, trying to attack MURDOCK. Knowing that LOCKET was clever, however, she prepared herself to stop, forehooves digging into the ground as she swung her hips to the right and lashed out at LOCKET’s face in a stern, sharp kick. The moment her hind legs were back on the ground, she lunged out of the way, turning her head over her high withers to make sure that LOCKET was not following too dangerously close.
[[(3/3) - (849 words) - (2/2 companion use) - (1/2 magic use)
(Damage Taken: Bruise on right shoulder from Ariadne. Hairless scrape across right shoulder behind the first bruise. 3cm, bleeding nick on the back of her right canon)
- Dodges Locket's bite at her crest but scrapes off hair along her shoulder
- Locket's kick nicks her hind, right leg as she tries to kick him
- Comes around to try and spear Locket's right loin with her horn as he is rearing at Murdock
- Spins her haunches around and lashes out at Locket's face with a kick
- Runs away quickly to avoid backlash, maybe.... :P
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OPHELIA
Faith shattered and decays as frosted blood flows in my veins
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Invasion Round Three :: Cluster Two
