The sound of their hooves furthered her excitement and desire for the battle to begin. She watched them all rush towards her and her family. They were trained for this though, nothing would scare them off. Her ruby eyes studied one winged stallion that stopped in front of her. Titling her head to the side with a wicked smile, Hana waited for him to make the first move. Dust flittered around them, as soon their eyes met nothing else mattered. The only thing that this mare was going to focus on would be this stallion and their battle. Her ears pined and her usually kind smile turned to a leer. With his own ears pinned back, the stallion growled at her. Hana laughed at his statement coldly. Such petty words would not frighten her off. "Aw, you think I'm pretty." Hana nickered back at him softly, but her tones were laced with poison. Her response was not a question, she was in fact sure that this was the first and last thing that he would say about her, that would be right.

Her eyes watched his movements, his wings stretched out along side him. It was impressive, she was only an equine with no horn or wings to make her look special. However she didn't need any weapons like this to make her be a good warrior. Hana knew what she had to work with, what her strong points were. This knowledge made her a strong warrior, one day she hoped to be a great one. Eyes that never missed a thing, were quick to note the silver claws that hung from his wings. They looked deadly, she was going to have to do her best to avoid those. Then it was game on, she watched him ready and waiting as he lunged at her. Coming towards her like a flying bag of bricks, Hana braced herself for the pain that she knew was coming. The deadly claws came towards her neck, so Hana threw herself into action. As his claws came closer and closer with every passing second, the warrior of The Foothills threw herself into action. As quickly as she could the mare lifted her eyes and head to look up directly at the sky, then pulled her neck back as far away from the deadly sliver claws that should could manage. She was not quite fast enough to avoid all of them though, his first claw caught her, and scraped along the underside of her neck. A startled gasp escaped her chops, but she fell silent again. Show no weakness. Knowing the scrape was not too bad, eagerness now filled her, she wanted to return the favour. Only parts of her neck had been damaged enough to draw a little blood, but mostly Hana just received a nasty scrape.

Loosing track of his position, she brought her eyes back down to earth and realised that it was now her turn to attack, he did not pose a serious threat to her at this very second, she had to grab the opportunity while it still existed. Falling into an offensive position made the lightly shaded doe grin with pleasure. Her eyes were watery from the pain, they were not filled with tears though. Just hunger to cause her opponent as much pain as possible. Assuming that he was still in front of her, Hana bunched up her muscles ready to spring forward and rip into a piece of her enemy. Her mouth was bone dry, she opened it anyway into a snarl. Spreading her jaws as far apart as possible, the dame readied herself to hopefully taste his flesh and blood.
Releasing her bunched up muscles she flew through the air. Hair flaring out begin her, Hana hoped that she looked like a god sent warrior flying into battle.
A warrior sent to inflict furious pain to all those who opposed her.


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[Attack Summary: Hana, vision blurred a little by pain assumed that Dutch is still in front of her. She leaps closer to him and attempts to bite down into his flesh.
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