The snap as ivories clamped down on air was followed by the much denser thunk as teeth closed around flesh. A second of numbness was quickly followed by a pounding ache that flattened the ears on his poll and set nostrils flaring. Not a sound came from the stallion this time, however. He simply endured the pain, counting on it as he had been in order to deliver some small measure of payback. He was rewarded as his own mouth soon filled with the familiar taste of sweat, skin and hair, accompanied by choking nausea over the sensation of swelling and writhing muscles against the tongue. Lace tried to hold on, wanted to push the head of the mare down into the ground, but she managed to tear herself loose with a jerk that made his mouth smack closed around a lock of hair, head aching and ringing from the force of it.

Snoring and spitting it out with a disgusted grimace he heaved up into the rear, but realized almost as soon as he did that it might have been a stupid move. Instead of rising to meet him head on the girl appeared to take a lesson from his own deceit, instead lunging forward to crash into his chest. The force isn't great, thankfully, because the distance between them hadn't been great enough for lady nameless to gain any momentum. Nevertheless the silver-maned steed felt how the contact between slippery ground and rear hooves dislodged, and with a gasp he toppled forward, the weight of his entire body coming down uncontrollably against the mare's upper neck and back. Front hooves flailed in order to regain balance and avoid getting stuck across her back, sharp black moons scraping towards her shoulders in desperation.

Somehow, not entirely clear about how, the crafter came back down to the ground with a force that rattled his already sore teeth, and breathing hard from shock and strain he quickly eased off to the right, out of reach from horn and teeth.

How stupid. She could have speared him then and there, and it was mere luck that kept him from having landed on the horn now. Snorting harshly the steely equine shook his head, stretching and checking his limbs to make sure that nothing had been overly damaged... There were scrapes and bruises, but nothing pulled, no cuts and no broken bones. Good.
"You need training" a voice commented quietly, revealing that Fajira had followed the match through his eyes despite being far away herself. He only grunted in reply, acknowledging the sad fact; he had gotten weak. Too much time had been spent eating and lounging around... It was high time to change that, so that the next time he came face to face with talented young mares, he wouldn't have to put in this much effort.

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Post: 3/3
Word Count: 475
Summary: Lace lost his balance as Hestia rammed him in the chest. Fell forward over her, hooves flailing towards her shoulders and upper back to keep him from getting stuck. Touched down and moved away, out of reach.

Thank you for a fun spar! :)