A N D R E A S

Traveling as a lone mare was risky, there was always predators about, others out that were wondering about with the soul intention to hurt those they stumbled upon. Andreas leant pretty quickly how to defend and protect herself. Now she was by no means an established fighter, but she knew a thing or two about kicking some serious booty. Not being the kind of mare that kept information to herself, Andreas answered the call of the young voice. Setting a slow pace, she entered the clearing, and spotted the filly grazing. She sniffed at the scent that came from the coat of the young girl, she didn't recognise it. With a smile on offer, Andreas stopped just before the young female, warm honey coloured eyes watched her for a moment before she spoke. "My name in Andreas." Knowing that her opponent was much younger than her unsettled her slightly, she would have to be gentler than usual. "I will teach you everything I can." Backing up a few steps from the young one, the black mare called out. "Prepare yourself, this is going to hurt."

After giving the filly a moment, Andreas launched into her attack. With as much strength as she could muster, the black mare sprang forward, her front hooves lifted clear off the ground as she transitioned into a run. Her mane and tail flared out behind her and Andreas began to close the distance between the filly and herself in record time. No longer was she a kind and thoughtful mare. Now she was a teacher, ready to drive the message home at what ever cost. What was the message? That sparring wasn't a child's game.

Andreas had one deadly weapon attached to her skull, and it was with this weapon that the black mare would be able to inflict serious pain to the other. Tucking her head into her chest, Andreas put her horn straight out, it's deadly point aimed directly at the filly's tender and scarless flesh. Because there was still a bit of distance between them, it was hard to know where her horn would hit exactly. So instead Andreas continued to close the distance between them.

When she was less than a metre away from the filly, she planned her move. Quick thinking, precision and being about to guess your opponents move was how you won fights. She was taller than the young female, considering that this one had never fought before, she assumed she was stronger as well. Aiming her horn toward the bottom of the other's neck, Andreas hoped to scratch her horn along the length of the young girls back. To do this, at the very last second, when she had passed the filly's left shoulder, Andreas would slam her rear brakes on and with that momentum she would be able to swerve her body so that she ended up facing the filly's left hand side. The older mare stayed focused, with the plan fully formed in her mind, the black raven dipped her head down further. Andreas hoped that the filly would be shocked by her abrupt attack and be frozen in fright, there forth allowing her to scrape her horn along the length of the filly's back.

The time came, her head passed the filly's left shoulder and her brakes slammed on, her body began to swing to the left and her horn was aimed low, ready to scrape along the filly's back.

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