Her eye wasn’t that bad.

Well, yeah it was, but that doesn’t mean she’s lopsided- Especially not in combat. I mean, she is kind of a badass. The eye just helps… right? All she needs now is a black cape and a mask and she’d be the lone ranger of Helovia. That’s what she’d like to think anyways, as much as she detested herself for loosing her eye. It was her way of coping, to think that she could accomplish something despite the bad things that happen.

So, she only grew more confident as she moved in for her attack. As her body found itself rising into the sky, she felt her hooves graze across the left leg of Africa. That had to hurt, she thought. I mean, scraping any part of your body with hooves wasn’t exactly a thing that was comfortable. Elsa would prefer not to have that happen when she would try to get some shuteye, the gods only know how much she hates scrapes and bruises. I mean, they were like 100 times worse than actual wounds. They weren’t impressive enough to display to the herd, and they weren’t something that was considered “painful” enough to complain to a healer about. So, therefore Elsa has deduced that getting a bruise is not the same as fighting. You cannot fight unless you cause some damage.

But, she thought to soon, for she thought she would be the one to cause the damage. Nope! Again it was this grey flopping lady-leader that was just flailing about on the ground. Elsa stored it into her memory that maybe she should just give up on tactics and go for the crazy flailing about. Then, she wouldn’t need an eye, and maybe it would fetch a good price on the black market. There were surely horses in Helovia that weird. This place was more full of crazies than it was full of normal, average bodies. I guess it is why this place attracts so many. All the outcasts and poor unfortunate souls wind up here. So, she was confident that her eye would surely sell to some creepy witch-doctor freak.

Anyways, back to the problem at hand- the flailing African lady who was a little smarter than she looked.

Well, it seemed she had finally managed to notice that Elsa was not as fit as she seemed. Although she could not see what was going on in her vision, she could hear, but it was a little too late for that crap.

The mare forced her down to her left, and there was literally nothing she could do. She came down hard on the swollen ankle, and her eyes widened in immense pain. It seared through her body, like she had swallowed a hot iron, and it was traveling down her leg. Good thing there was no bomb and fuse nearby; the heat that she thought was pouring from her injury could have lit the fuse and exploded this entire island. Elsa wanted to scream, but all she could do was open her mouth as she wheezed to bring air back into her body. It seemed to have knocked everything out of her. It would no doubt, be one hell of a painful injury later. Tears prickled her eyes, and she wasn’t going to cry until- GOD FREAKING DAMMNIT YOU LITTLE CONTINENTAL FREAK. Elsa had her head lifted in pain, and it seemed like the mare had decided to somehow get miraculously smarter over the course of like twenty seconds. Pearly teeth clamped down onto the thin layer of skin that was her chin groove. It sent a terribly painful shot of electricity up through her face, and the tears began to fall uninterrupted.

This little female dog here was gonna get it good.

Elsa wailed, and decided that if she wanted to get down and dirty, that was fine, as long as Africa was well aware she was going to experience the wrath of the ice queen. Elsa attempted this time, to use her magic once again. If the flamey-maned freak wanted to play with fire, then Elsa would play with ice.

She tried to concentrate, bringing up an ice spike right underneath Africa’s left front hoof, just like her injured one. If she was lucky, Africa would not move and she could pierce Africa’s frog. She knew that would hurt like hell, she remembered how even the giant freak on the beach with an egg felt after it had stepped on it. That thing wailed like a siren. At the same time, she wasn’t going to let Africa get away that easy. She aimed at the jugular of one-wings throat, and opened wide. Oh she hoped that she would take her breath away. Be gone, freak!


"Talketh."
@[Africa] || 3/3 Attacks || 0/1 Defense || 797 Words
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