illynx,

He offers her words before the fight commences, the Lady smiling sweetly to his playful retorts to her command; his white pup is placed on the ground between them, and she glances at it a brief second before returning words to Déodat’s own. ”Either way, I think you’ll have four left hooves,” she giggles, prancing back a pace with elegant features angled oddly at the Corporal, shoulders squared and frame prepared to react to whatever the man might throw at her as the dance she’d requested begins to a fierce tempo.

His glance to the pup is her cue to step; she drives hard to the left with her forelegs held close together and streams towards his left side as his frame rises into the heavens. It’s an odd move, one that earns him a glance through a golden lens, something that foreshadows magical abilities, as she is entirely out of the range of his raised hooves. Pulling her circle wider as he comes to earth, she finds the soil of her valley writhing beneath her, forced to slow her pace or succumb to its roiling.

Golden limbs flash gracefully as she rides the undulating earth, still attempting to circle around nearer, though Déodat does not wait for her to arrive. She smiles, pleased with his initial assault tactic; it is heavy and unforgiving, the sort that forces the opponent to evade or suffer the consequences. Luckily for her, this is not her first tango.

Suddenly she drops her rump to anchor herself, almost immediately stalling her forward progression with many small flecks of dirt rising from the digging of her hooves, the soft soil shredding beneath her sudden change in velocity. His aim was true; has she not seen him in time, he’d have surely impacted her shoulder and caused the smaller mare to see stars. In one swift motion, however, Illynx spared herself any pain for the time.

Rising upwards and shuffling back on her still lowered haunches, she rises to full height (barely enough to suffice the instance, mind you) just as her Corporal nears her vicinity, narrowly missing the collision to such a degree that she feels the breeze of his body ripple the still winterized hair of her belly. Utilizing her raised position, she drops heavily with her front hooves tight together, hoping to land a strike on his passing left croup or hip, increasing what slight damage they might inflict on the ruby horned stag by working in unison, should she manage to land the hit.

Feeling her sacred valley beneath her again, she pushes forward and right with horn lowered, it’s tip angled to avoid drawing blood; as she is apt to do in spars against her family, she aims to slap it’s length along the same hip she’d attempted to maim with her hooves, bruising rather than tearing.

They were worth more to her whole, she thinks, bitterly remembering her last spar with Deimos, silently vowing beneath her delighted smile to never fall so low as Lord Death.

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Summary: Illynx rears up and steps back to avoid Deodat's charge, his War Stomp slowing her forward progression and nearly throwing her off her balance. While rearing, she brings both hooves down towards Deodat's left hindquarter, and then moves forward and right to strike at the same hind with the flat of her horn.

Magic Uses: 0

OOC: For spars, yes! :D I like to try and be as expedient as possible. ]

@[Déodat]

intending to burn - pretending to fight it
everyone learns faster on fire