Her horn gored into him, but she was swift to flex her neck and withdraw, not wanting to cause more harm than necessary. She knew the honed tip of her obsidian spear could cause severe injury and she still had no desire to see him fall with her blade embedded in his arteries. He seemed angry, likely shocked by the brutality of her last attack - Nyx herself was almost ashamed for attempting something that could have caused terrible pain, but she had been raised to never pull her punches. Be it a spar or a fight to the death, she tried to go about it the same way, but her innate softness ensured she would never go so far as to try and kill Tamlin. Her hoof also found its target but the silver woman quickly removed it, feeling unsteady with his hoof trapped beneath her own - she needed to keep as many feet on the ground as possible to avoid tumbling should he try to ram her. She dragged herself a step backwards just as he lunged forwards to bite her, causing his teeth to hit the top of her right foreleg rather than the ribcage nearby. It was painful, and the mare winced as another bruise appeared - fortunately the flesh there was muscled and tight, and thus his teeth didn't do as much damage as they would have if they had struck where he intended.

She was so focused on her pain that she didn't see his right foreleg lift, knocking into the top of her left - it didn't particularly hurt, but it took her by surprise. As she hesitated, his left foreleg circled, hooking behind her right limb and yoinking it upwards. With an almost doglike yelp, the steel soldier stumbled, hooves skidding as she fought to keep herself balanced. Ooh, sneaky, she thought with a sardonic smirk. Nyx sidestepped to her left and shot forwards, seeking to end up parallel to Tamlin facing in opposide directions, right side to right side. With his delightfully tempting rump now in her eyeline, Nyx snaked her jaws to the right in an attempt to sharply nip him on his right flank, in the same place as he had bitten her earlier. Call it revenge or petty-minded vengeance, but the silver woman rather liked the symmetry of them both having matching wounds. Simultaneous to her bite attack, she threw her weight to her forequarters and swung her hindquarters to the right, hoping to crash her right flank into his right shoulder. Like most horses, she possessed a particularly round and muscular back half, and hoped that an impact of her rump against his shoulder would unbalance him. She also hoped that she would be able to push his front half away from her rear to prevent him being able to use his teeth on her butt again, because damn, that stung. There wasn't enough space between them for her to use her hooves, nor did she trust herself to remain balanced if she lifted one or more to kick with; she'd have to settle for quite literally trying to ass him over.

Her rain-soaked pelt shone in the lightning, rivulets of moisture pouring down her body and accentuating every contour. Her chest heaved, throbbing from its earlier impact with Tamlin and causing her breath to come in heavy gasps - it would be a while before her bruised muscles unclenched and allowed her to stop feeling winded. But despite the pain she felt more alive than she had felt in weeks, months - there was something about the thrill of battle that set the grey dove's blood afire. The storm crashing above them only fuelled her desire to lock horns and hooves with the foe beside her, and she had to remind herself that there was nothing at stake - it was but a spar, and if she lost then it would be only her pride that hurt. As fun as this was, it did not quench her thirst for a battle with meaning; it solidified her desire to become a soldier for the Edge, and defend them with everything she had.

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OOC: haha yeah I wasn't sure if he attacked her first in a parallel way or in a t-shape but I went with t-shape. Either way, good fight :D

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