Customs wouldn't make her smile and laugh over the inury she gave him. The attempt for revenge as of her personal bloodshed came fast when she hit the base of his wing, and got what she was losing. Her bleeding shoulder might of stopped the bleeding, or at least slowed by now, but with their constant movement of engagement, the blood slithered like a snake down her shoulder.
Her recoil was fast paced, this time completely aware of the snow and ice as she moved at a slower motion. Sight saw his gritting teeth, acknowledging her she atleast dealt pain to the King. A giggle falls, girlish and joy. If Myrsk had never died on her, then for sure he'd be asking her as of why she was laughing at this. There never time to think about her little Blue Jay as he moved.
The distinct feelings of eyes upon the back of her head came upon her as she heard snow and ice move. He came upon her from the right, and his chuckle usually would of resulted in her just rolling her eyes in a mare's annoyance. Today it gave out the dark aura to this situation. Nighttime makes us to monsters. She was for sure he was going to attack her from behind, and instinct kicked in like a bomb went off. Any female would of done what she did.
When he reared, careless to her own safety but aware of her imediate actions, she kicked out. Black hooves fell out from the snow, both of their balances centered awkwardly when upon two hooves instead of four. The flame in her chest was a wildfire, roaring and screaming out for her to do what she wanted. What was to stop her? Hatred and revenge, safety of others. Her hooves touched ground, and the front pair kicked into action, not with the back receiving a slight injury to her right hock, the result a wound that would cause pain, but not enough to fail at. She wasn't weak like he wanted her to be, and he seemed to be unestimating her.
Front legs in action, hind legs prepared but asking for some form of mercy from pain, she let herself fling powdery snow upon to his eyes and face. Just to blind and disorientate him for the time it would take to use ice to her advantage. With snow flying behind her, she slid, careful to keep her balance, and positioned herself towards a tall oak tree. Dead leaves were lacked around it's core, and in the moonlight shadow, she stared him down. Emotion lacked from her eyes, she only wished to remind him that she was aware of every action taken.
Vision remained locked, the actual striking appearance of the orbs in her face taking true effect. His heaving sides and steam bursting from their nostrils showed the effects of this battle. Her head recoiled, and she smirked, confident with herself much more as she stared him down. She locked eyes with him for a second that seemed to last for hours. "No breaks, Thor. Or do you want to call it off with your defeat? We're only just starting to have fun. Words neither threat nor tease, she lets her smirk disappear with ease. If she had eyebrows (and at times, they would be useful for a joking manner with the idiots she was surrounded by), she would of raised one at him in a playful tease.
Come at me, boy. Please, you're so much fun to have around. Bleeding slows on her shoulder, the icy air touching it with a mad scientist's enthusiam. Pain bursts through her leg like thunder claps in a storm, asking her why she got herself in his. There isn't time to reflect, just time to let this big brute take actions. "I'll be patient if I must."
WC: 649
Summary: Kicks out when he comes behind her, and then lunges forward to spray powdery snow at him for disorientation. Receives injury to upper right cannon, near the hock. Moves beside a nearby tree and allows him for an attack while teasing him in a playful manner
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