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Being self-righteous was a disease. How often did she question if she was doing the right thing? This whole place was tormented with you're wrong, and I'm right. You started it! Like toddlers on the playground not seeing pass their own noses. How many times did she receive a wary glance for merely what she had been born as? Here, that hadn't changed.
Still, Faelene had never believed herself better than an anyone. She had never believed anyone deserved to die for what they were. It didn't take much for her to hate the Qian and Throat. Appointing themselves as the moral judges,rulers of Helovia, casting their own noses down upon a group of Unicorns at the time had done no harm. While she may very well know the dark intentions of the Plague now, it was perturbing,discouraging how the war had began long before blood shed. Without cause they rallied against them, as if they didn't deserve a home, unless they would fall beneath those who had seconds before written their death warrants over land. What a warped justice. In a short length of time it didn't take much to see no one would see pass a silver horn. So it became trading one snake for another, and she would stick with the less poisonous. Psyche didn't piss on her foot and tell her it was raining. In the end the Qian and Throat could believe all they wanted they were moral, justified. Faelene knew their kingdoms could burn down, and they would always plea ignorance of their own crimes, waging battles of pain and suffering for what they saw fit. All of this was set her blood like ice, and steel.
Yet, the Thief takes no satisfaction in her weapon finding skin. Another drop in the bucket is all it is. And in turn she is met with wiry blond strips, briefly slapping across her cheek, and she shields her own gaze at the prickle of pain. This wasn't a cat fight, but apparently all claws had come out. This is probably the only reasoning Kri was ever taught, and a snort loosened in the darkness.
The thrusts of her kicks appeared to have hit the hard wall of Pegasus, and her hinds limbs soon enough fall to the ground free of teeth. The right one is not unscathed. It severely feels like a burning fire, hot blood streaming down its length with the cold air intensifying it. Since her own limbs are of solid thickness, for the moment, only blood loss with a piece of skin, and hint of flesh is taken. Swelling would come later. Standing isn't impossible, but a point is taken not to draw hard upon it. In the next few seconds it's hard not too. A kick is aimed at her right shoulder.. How nice it would have been to have her armor to suffer these blows. It was gone, and the red maned shoves her front limbs from the earth to the left, spinning her hindquarters even further left. Simply not quick enough, dark hooves strike the lower part of her right breast, making her choke back one breath, shake her head in disgruntlement.
Standing, facing the enemy, the Thief holds her ground. Come at my face, I dare you. So, with the intensity of the wind the silver bay seems to charge forward, answering the silent challenge. The red maned guards her back, letting Kri make her lunge toward her right. At the same time Faelene cranes her neck, stabbing her horn to the right in a downward and sideways motion while lifting up both forelegs in an attempt to attack Kri's right shoulder, or better let her hooves crash atop her withers because of her short height. Almost like the time Deimos gives her taste of his magic, her breath was getting stolen, and the world wanted to go dark. The wind. It made sense Kri's powers would align with the moon. So did death matter by her magic or another? No, it didn't. Willing herself to hold against the ache in her heart, the heavier one in the side of her chest now twice struck, she pulled in a struggling wisp, and shut her eyes, imagining a quiet morning with a perfect lavender face, and the air calm. If she was going to die, she might as well remember the best reason she lived. It was there she found the spark. Touching her broken magic, she felt it forming into something solid, but this time it was very cold, and it didn't close around and protect her, it felt like it was shocking her veins while shoving the structure of itself away.
[Word Count:785 Attack 3/4 Magic Use:1/3]
I'm leaving it up to you Boom. I figure it could form around Kri instead (as that seems like an "opposite" or shove/somewhat strike against her. Either temporary of coarse. :| eep)
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[JUDGED] Time to go. [Challenge, Faelene]
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