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Illynx knew her opponent did not flee for safety when suddenly an ass replaced where the challenger's face had been, and so forward she charged, knowing full and well that the stones that had precariously loitered upon their ledges would now come crashing down under the weight of the leaping fool. She had to admit to herself, however, that for being a tall and hideous blight upon nature, the dark mare was rather graceful while scurrying up a moving floor of boulders, though her heart raged for her people as she foresaw the aftermath (and subsequent work) that the herd would have to deal with once this was all said and done; the proximity of the path that led out of the valley to the landslide was too close to leave the entrance open for travelers, making the already difficult trek up the mountain now most difficult as soon as one thought their journey had ended. With ears pinned to her crown, the mare faced the tumbling stones without an ounce of fear, attempting to maintain her composure when all she wished to do was follow after the wench and send her flying off the highest end of the mountain she could find.

But as the first of the stone assailants breezed by her head, she found it best to slow her upward momentum and to instead dive hard to the right as her teeth clicked down on empty air, into the open area alongside the base of the hill; her hindquarters slip low as she pivots about their focal point, turning to face the ramifications of Confutatis's absurd plan, to await the assured attack from above. A glance was spared to the white faced invader as her footing found itself, the scamp's own trickery attempting to swallow her into the chasms that opened in between the tumbling stones as it pulled her back down to the base of the slope; amusement writ itself upon a divinely sculpted face, the almost laughing features of the GildedBlade turned to await the opportune moment to strike. Grey masses tumble all about her gold dipped legs, the mare dancing gingerly about their heavy thuds into the earth, though several of the rocks hit home on her left ribs and one on her chest from the main fount that poured the loosely packed stone down the hill, and a handful of long, elegant tail hair is torn from it's place by a quickly placed hind-leg, the tendrils falling slowly to the earth.

The blows left bruises where ever they landed, but the pain was slight in comparison to the agony of dragon's claws, and it honestly only honed her opinion that this was to be much easier than her battle with Smoke; her opponent had already played her most dangerous card, immediately sending the stones tumbling downward, all while Illynx had plenty of time to foresee the assault. Her hindquarters bundled together as the slide brought her dark fleshed opponent back down the slope towards her, leaping out to regain a good position just as the other mare drove out to grasp at an ear, the stone continuing to pull her down the rise. Confutatis's teeth grasped the high nub of an ear pressed into dark hair in mid-leap, acid broiling across the surface where the ivory grip of the equine had met their mark; but the ear was too flat to truly grab or rip, instead leaving a film of rather agonizing saliva across it's velveteen surface, drawing to the unsuspecting mare's face a grimace and wide, pain laced eyes and a quick jerk of her head to the right. No cry of pain escaped her, however, but a savage growl, a sound so guttural that it shocked even Illynx as she felt her body move through the open air, adjusting her angle in the leap so that she would land either alongside the quickly moving land-rat or behind her; either one served her purposes.

Assuming that the wretch couldn't buck while being tugged down the hill by the miniature avalanche, the GildedBlade sent her namesake slashing at any bit of flesh she could get near it's dangerous tip without sacrificing her rather precarious balance. Hooves scramble atop the moving ground, finding purchase only to have it taken away, and the mare is momentarily glad that her experiences in the mountains had adequately prepared her for such a moment; the path up the mountain had several patches where the loose gravel would try to slay the unsuspecting (well, not the gravel, really, but gravity itself), and she applied all that she had learned in her years of traversing the slick and treacherous terrain in this one moment, allowing her wrath to spend itself out, she hoped, upon the flesh of the intruder.

[ 2/4 :: 799 words : Hohum summary is just not my cup of tea today. xD ]

No magic used.

[OOC: Also realized I forgot to post my stats on the first one after you'd replied. :S Thank you for finding them Wanderer! I am rather dingy here lately. ]

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