Storm wasted no time that was for sure.

Quickly, she was lunging at the cremello mare. Elsa stood frozen for a fraction of a second. It had been so long since flesh had been charging at her. It was like in a moments notice, her whole demeanor had changed from a fluid, regal mare, to a being that was whole-heartedly feral.

The blue-eyed girl seemed as if she was headed to her left, anticipating an attack from the left, she wanted to move into the attack. It was something one of the training soldiers had taught her. If you move into them, they don’t usually expect it. Those few words had stuck with her, and she was going to try in. She moved on her haunches, pivoting her body to the left, looking to be face to face with the grey mare. Suddenly, the mare moved to the left, and pivoted on her hindquarters, aiming a kick to the right. Elsa was a taken a little aback by the move, and tried to retreat more to the right, however, the mares back left hoof clipped her left shoulder. She could feel the force of the black hooves making contact with the flesh. A dull pain blossomed on her shoulder. It was painful yes, but something she was accustomed to. The pain was even welcome. It made her feel so alive, like she was real again. She could almost feel her kingdom again with this setting. The pain, coupled with the cold and the fight, made her feel right at home.

An ominous growl gurgled in her throat as the other mare regained he footing from the kick. Elsa tried to anticipate her move this time. She knew the grey mare wasn’t stupid enough to do two feints in the same direction. Elsa tried to put her mind in sync with Storm’s, just like she had put her mind into the training soldiers.

Analytically, there was one of three ways she could go. She could go more to the right, head to the left, or up in the air. Storm chose to the right. Now, onto what she would do, she could flip around again, but Elsa deduced that would take too much time, and exertion to pull off another in rapid succession, even for a muscular mare like storm. So Elsa figured she was going in for a bit or a shove. Storm went for the shove. Elsa could feel the shoulder as it gnashed against the skin near her girth. She let out a yelp of pain, back at storm to keep her on her feet. Whether or not that knocked anything out of Storm, she had yet to see, because suddenly the mare was in the air.

You little…

If there was one thing Elsa hated more than summer, it was aerial fighting. Even if she was a Pegasus, wings and flight were awkward. She was thanking the flight soldiers now though for their speed and diving training, otherwise she would surly be on the losing end of the battle up there.

Elsa moved forward, the opposite direction of where the mare had to have taken off into the sky due to her direction. She slid to a stop, sending powdery snow flying. She turned, and headed for a running start. Her snow legs pounded, the crystalline blue of her hooves sparkling next to the darkening sky as her powdery wings lifted her in flight. Now she was coming up in front of Storm’s face, aiming her upwards flight to skim right over Storms face. As she did this, she flailed her blue hooves, aiming to do facial damage. Maybe hit an eye or a sensitive nose in the process. As she swooped upward from this attack she circled back around, hopefully above Storm in the sky. As she turned around, she flew from behind Storm, she aimed downwards, as she swooped lower, and she aimed to almost land on the mare and push off of her back. She hoped this would force the mare out of the sky, and bruise a wing bone so they would be on the ground, where Elsa knew best. As she hopefully pushed off from the mare, she flew higher into the sky, circling quickly on her owl wings to face the mare from above.

This was what it felt like to be alive again. This is what freedom was. A taunting whinny blew from her lungs as the snow around her fell so gently. Invigorating her, even when her girth ached, and her shoulder was starting to pulse with the blossoming bruise.


"Talking"

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