Teeth sunk into the skin, she had hit her target. Forcing her teeth through his sin was tough, Hana knew that she could not remain attached to his wing joint for long. Wrenching her jaws apart and releasing the flesh and fur from between her teeth, the warrior let her target go. Pleasure rushed through her knowing that now he hurt as well. A snort of pain escaped from him, causing Hana's eyes to flick up to his face. She studied his face for a moment, committing it to memory. Then the moment passed quickly. They were moving again, her eyes followed the retreating wing. Looks had she had done even more damage than what she had originally intended. Excellent. He moved, turning to face her directly. She mirrored his movements shifting her weight from hoof to hoof, waiting for him to being his next move or attack. She slipped into a defensive stance, allowing him to take the offensive. She was ready for his next attack. Her neck stung, droplets of blood still fell from her neck, the pain had eased though. The blood flow from the wound had also eased, now it barely bled and the blood had dried in places to start healing the wound.

He was graceful and quick as his legs lifted off of the ground, her eyes watching him raise into a powerful stance. Knowing that if she didn't act fast she would be feeling a whole heck of pain, the mare pushed herself into action. While having her opponents hooves crash into her chest cavity would injure her greatly, if they landed onto her rump she would still be able to move, more than that she would still be able to fight. He would only land on her rump if she wasn't fast enough to get out of the way. Her reaction time had slowed, but with dry eyes Hana swung her body around to the left. Kicking up the top soil, creating a grit and dust cloud, Hana's left hand side now faced his deadly hooves. Still moving forward hoping to doge his hooves completely, as she had feared, she wasn't fast enough. The sound of flesh getting thumped, slapped and crushed all at once wasn't a pleasant sound. Screaming out in pain, Hana whipped her head around to shoot daggers at him from her ruby eyes. That had hurt. The left hand side of her rump that now ached, however her eyes remained completely dry this time. Glancing down to the ground she noticed the upturned soil from her defensive move, a smile and a new plan now formed.

With quick movements, the now dirty and bloody mare moved to get in another attack. Trying to fall into the offensive position in the battle was difficult, however she was confident that she would manage it. Lifting up her front legs, Hana used her back legs to spin her body around to the right. She was was quick in her movements, now her newly bruised rump faced the defender of The Edge. Being sure to pick up the dirt, gravel and pebbles in her hooves, Hana bucked. Hoping that the flicked up dirt would go into his eyes may have been seen as a low move, it was a battle though. You did what you had to do to survive. Hana prayed that the grit would enter his eyes or at least distract him enough so that he did not see her actual attack. Her hooves were aimed for just above his breast. She knew that the flesh and muscles where softer in that bodily area, in order to maximise her damage Hana hoped to only attack the areas that would end up damaging the most. Ruthlessly her hooves flew through the air, the gravel leading the way. Nothing was going to stop this mare from doing her very best to win this battle.
She felt no remorse for her opponent.

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[Attack Summary: Hana flicks up the loose dirt and rocks from the ground, hoping it will enter Dúchanar's eyes or at least distract him. Her buck is aimed for above his breast.
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