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Her quick approach had earned it's mark, the apprentice soldier not quite fast enough to avoid the hooves that dug into her chest; the heavy cloud that burst from Zima's lips in response told Illynx that she had knocked the breath from the bay mare, but surprisingly the younger unicorn kept in motion, missing not a single step despite the difficulty breathing. The impact in unison with the will of Zima sent a vibrant streak of emotion through Illynx, inspiring a pounding in her heart that she had managed to subdue up until this point. Causing pain was second nature to her, something she found immense pleasure in, and having succeeded at her first strike sent her head into a gingerly tempered battle lust; the corporal found herself having to restrain her urge to cry out, the resplendent call of a warrior in combat bit back into the rear of her throat.
Zima pulled back after the impact to her chest, fore-hooves rising to strike at Illynx's exposed shoulder as it drove past her. Good, she thought, finding Zima's instincts for battle in tact just as the hooves struck true; however, due to the momentum of Illynx driving forward to snip at Zima's croup, the heavy blow struck with less force than the bay had intended, but it was still enough to send a brightly stinging pain across her flesh. Illynx's front quarters slid a few inches under the impact, though not quite enough to knock her off balance, and she found herself joyously thrilled by the strength of her trainee, vigor further deepened by the blooming sensation of a bruise growing where the mahogany mare had struck.
There was little time to think, however, Illynx's mouth suddenly full of squishy, pliant flesh and her horn resonating with the slight connection it had made with the moving parts of Zima. Frosty breath streamed from their muzzles, the pair dancing in surprisingly fluid movements for the inexperience of her partner; Zima feinted to the left, Illynx's head twisting to follow her while her body remained stationary, her golden horn extended to intercept the slightly curved and ebonite appendage of the bay. However, instead of following through with the strike as Illynx had anticipated, Zima drove to the right with lightning quickness, her horn aimed to bruise Illynx's throat; shit, she thought, and quickly, Illynx rose into a rear and shuffled in reverse upon her hind legs, forelimbs striking out at the exposed shoulders of the Zima as her horn found it's place along her more heavily muscled and less vulnerable shoulder - already bruised. Once more, brilliant pain etched its way to the gilded mare's brain, a dark glimmer growing in her gaze as it was absorbed into her subconscious, aware that it would hurt much worse if Zima's aim had held true.
"Excellent!" she exclaimed for her raised position, a stream of mildly disconcerting laughter breaking from her lips, pivoting her upper half as it descended so as to throw her undamaged left shoulder into the right side of Zima, lithe frame streaking quickly through the air as her hind limbs pushed her with full momentum forwards and towards the right. She threw her head upwards just before she felt they would contact, chin tucked down to protect her jugular but still raised enough so that she wouldn't accidentally give herself a busted nose. Her hind end then swung around behind her so that mares would be standing with Illynx's nose to Zima's shoulder, her teeth reaching out to grasp the dreamily soft and supple flesh just behind the elbow, her head twisting maliciously as she did so; not quite hard enough to tear the flesh should she hit true, but certainly enough to cause intensive pain.
[ 2 of 4 - Zima's strike to Illynx's hip strikes and leaves a shallow bruise. Her attempt to hit Illynx's neck was diverted to the previously bruised shoulder as she rears to avoid, counterattacking with her fore-hooves and aiming for the upper shoulders/lower neck region of Zima. Upon landing, she propels herself forward and attempts to knock Zima off balance with her left shoulder, then brings her rear end around as she aims a bite to Zima's elbow. ]
[ OOC: So far so good. :D The only thing I can suggest is that we seem to lose Zima's personality in the battle, and as a firm believer in bonus points winning fights, it will get you places. :P ]
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[JUDGED] gilded blade;
