Don't get so confident now, you...you! Storm felt a growl arising in her throat, an angered one at that. How dare that little....Whatever. Shaking it off, Storm gave off a cocky smile, knowing that she wasn't going to let little snowflake off of this fight without some nasty wounds. A warrior, a leader, the gray mare would not loose to this little pretty girl. Glaring harshly at the woman, the feiry woman now was beginnning her trasnformation into the militaristic monster she was bred to be. No longer would she go easy on pretty girl, she would kick her butt!

A smirk played upon her lips as Elsa seemed quite annoyed at the return mockery. It was something that Storm enjoyed doing, ticking others off, and now that she was doing it, she would put extra effort into this attack. The bruises forming on her back stung, but biting it back, she felt her hooves thud on her soft back.
Now that she had copied Elsa's moved, a neigh of triumph bellowed out. The ultimate form of mockery, and it was even funnier to her, that Elsa completely fell for it! A laugh rumbled out, a sneering one as she dove to the ground.

Seeing that Elsa didn't immediately see her descent to the ground, Storm knew she had an advantage and was out to sieze it. Landing, facing Elsa's behind, she managed to see Elsa's u-turn, and now the creme woman was facing her. Folding powerful wings to the side and diving, Storm snickered. Did she actually find her that stupid, that she wouldn't simply move out of the way? She had all the time, and even though Elsa was barreling, the gray mare was going to just side step. Narrowly dodging the quick dive, the gray mare let out a laugh. "You actually think I'm THAT stupid to not move out of the way?"

Letting out the sharp retort, Storm once again focused herself on the fight. Turning around to face her opponent, she turned quickly, a little bit quicker than Storm would have given credit (or thought she could), and came barrelling towards her. Facing Elsa, the woman ran against her left flank, and Storm turned her head and tried aiming a powerful bite to her creme neck, near where her pretty mane flowed. Maybe if she got a good mouthing on her pretty neck, she could pull her hair to cause additional pain. But as she aimed this nip, Elsa's body touched hers, and Storm retaliated in the same way, ramming against her, catching her balance.

Elsa also got some of her feathers as she bit her wings, taking some feathers. Gritting her teeth, feeling pin pricks of pain, Elsa's backside was facing her. Meaning Elsa's face was probably by her rump. Quickly shifting to a diagonal position, slightly turning at an angle, Storm aimed a powerful kick towards her upper body. Whether it hit her legs, neck, left flank or not, Storm trudged fowards. Veering away from her hind legs (just in case she tried kicking her), Storm made a semi circle turn, facing Elsa's backside, unless she turned to face her.

Wings and back stinging, flanks feeling slightly hurt, Storm didn't plan to go airborne with or without the pain on her wings. It was ground fighting time. Sprinting for the creme mare, Storm decided to be a little bit going slightly to the left. If Elsa's hind legs were still facing her, then she could his her neck, chest or legs. If Elsa was facing her, it would help Storm a lot. Facing her at an angle, veering away from her hind legs, or forelegs, Storm reared up, looming over the woman.

Above her, Storm brought down her legs aiming for her rump/back, or her face/top of the neck. Hoping that she did, the gray mare backed away, running beside her and trying to bite the top of her back, a sensitive spot that would most defitinetly hurt if she executed the procedure right.

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