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She was still dazed with the aftereffects of the man's magic, and her innards still felt a bit squiffy. Any guilt she felt about attempting to hurt his dog had long since left - he was taking things too far now, and if he thought she would submit like some common whore then he had another thing coming. Her hooves found their mark, and his grunt gave her a morbid sense of satisfaction that she had finally managed to cause the giant oaf at least some pain, even if it was no more effective than a midge bite.
She was still so weakened and baffled by the bone-freezing magic that she could do nothing to prevent him moving around her; somehow he avoided severe damage from the lethal length of her horn, and she just caught sight of his platelike hind hooves lifting again. No chance. She swung her hindquarters to the left, hoping to bring herself to face his rear end again - summoning her last vestiges of energy she threw her weight to her left, hooves clacking as she sidestepped. As a result, only his left hind hoof made contact with her - it collided with her already-bruised chest, and the agony was something to behold. Her gaze threatened to fuzz out as pain roared through her like a wave, drawing a feral hiss from her jaws as her ears laced into her mane. She wanted to collapse, to fall at his feet, but she would be damned if she would submit to him; he might be bigger than her, he might be able to shatter her bones with a single kick, but she did not doubt he had an inflated sense of his own importance, like every stallion that ever walked the earth. Asshole. Asshole asshole asshole. She could feel the pinpricks of pain from the stones beneath her hooves pressing into her, yet the vast majority circled the hardest, most insensitive part of the hoof and thus caused mere discomfort. He turned in the hope of cow-kicking her; he might be fast for his size, but he wasn't that fast. Nyx shifted to her left again, and his hoof whistled past a hair's breadth from her right foreleg. She felt a certain thrill of horror at that - had it hit, it would likely have shattered her cannon bone like a sapling and ensured her slow and infinitely painful death. Well, wasn't he such a gentleman. Sweat beaded the iron lady's body, her breaths coming in quick, painful gasps due to the tightness of her injured chest. He cantered away from her, and she used the time to draw in a few more deep breaths, but he didn't charge at her to attack again as she had thought - she quirked a brow, mouth coated in froth as she fixed him with her piercing blue gaze. "If you think I'm going to bend the knee and kiss your ass, you can piss off," she said cheerfully - a final grunt fled her blackened muzzle, knowing their fates were in the hands of the gods now. ____________________ Good fight 8D Words: 513 Closing defence |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
