The initial takeoff was outstanding. The wind glided over her wings, the snow seeming to rush around her. Wrapping itself around her in a loving embrace. It was an embrace she missed so much.

Not only was she being loved, but she also felt her clear, crystal-like hoof scrape across the forehead of the stormy lass. A gleeful, rather abrupt whinny escaped her throat as she felt the rush. That rush, that feeling… Elsa didn’t know how much she missed the fighting until that point. It was actually kind of scary thought. She was so used to the concealing, the hiding, that even something like the thought of inflicting pain made her feel so alive.

She couldn’t delve into inner moral debates right now. No, she had to focus on the target, on winning. She had lost very few past fights in her lifetime, and she wasn’t about to let some rogue mare injure her streak.

As she curved around in the air, she went in for the dive at storm, the cold air welcoming her speed once again. The mare most certainly had time to move, but once again, it seemed that Storm was too slow to dodge her incoming barrage of attacks. As she alighted the mare, two of her hooves made contact with the grey mares back.

Come on, land you son of a-

No, again the mare decided to keep it in the air. Fine, Elsa decided it was time to let feathers fly anyways. She watched carefully as the mare dropped out of the air a little, but regained herself and swooped up to face her, and she had the audacity to reply. No, mockery was Elsa’s thing! She shot the grey mare a poisonous glance. Elsa would win this even if she had to rip her wings off. Sure, that was a little harsh, but Elsa had completed her transformation into a fighter, and there was no turning back.

The mare was coming straight at Elsa… again. Frankly, by the end of this fight, Elsa thought she could write a book on “Storm Tactics”, because she seemed to just want to come right at her from the front. Elsa knew she was pretty, but honestly, no need to gawk at her before you attempt to mutilate her.

She could feel the pain in her shoulder starting to reach deeper into her muscle. Honestly, that girl knew how to kick. No pain no game though, and they were still in the air, so it’s not like she needed her shoulder right now.

The mare feinted, again, to the right. So, Elsa went to the left. Of course, Storm was at least a little smarter than Elsa intended. The mare rose above her. Quickly, Elsa dove down. Her big butt did not lower as quickly as her front had. Storms back hooves had clipped her rump. Two dull thuds were audibly heard. Elsa stumbled in the air as her rear erupted with pain for a few moments, before dying down to a concentrated pain at the point of contact. Elsa let out a rough shriek of anger; the girl was copycatting her moves!

However, Elsa did not head for the ground, no, this girl was out for blood now, and she was keeping it up in the air. Swooping down, and gaining some momentum, she angled upwards, veering in a slight semi-circle, but alas, the mare had taken herself to the ground. Elsa grumbled from above. Oh well, time for a dive bomb.

Facing her front from above, Elsa dove. Her wings folded slightly by her side to allow the wind to pass easily over her body. She dove towards Storms hind-end, and as she came in for a landing, slightly extended her hooves to hopefully clip them along her back and rump.

Elsa didn’t have time to register if she had hit the mare, and focused on her landing. She landed with a front slide, angling her rump down to drag her hooves into the snow. She sent the crystalized water in all directions, before she quickly turned, and running along Storm’s left side, bit at her wings, hoping to pull feathers and injure her left wing enough to keep her grounded. Hopefully with a mouthful of feathers, she simultaneously ran gave a passing ram, hoping to stumble her a little bit, and maybe, bruising the wing with it.

She moved passed the mare in the snow, and circled to face her from the front. She gave Storm a taunting look, beckoning her to try her feinting again.

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[edited; wrong word count! if this takes points off, it's fine :3]
"Talking"

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