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Her teeth clacked together, grasping only dusty air between them as she had not anticipated enough on where she wanted to hit. She had hesitated, and now she had left them even where she'd been supposed to take the lead. Immediately after the sheer action, she had spread her wings. Although they were useless for the purpose of flight, they did still grant her the art of balance, regulating the air caught beneath them and steadying herself. In the little time that was stretched between these attacks, Ophelia had managed to stumble over a rock, which had lain buried underneath the sand. Coming down on her front she kicked out her back hooves, only to throw up sand instead of the target she had been meaning to hit.
Her vigilant eyes swiftly followed the grey mare as their movements never stopped to take a break. Her opponent was agile and swift. The way she jumped to dodge her buck had definitely inspired her and made her realize this mare would not be surprised so easily.
The sun shone down upon them, heating up their arena with its rising fires and flaring light. But she had been looking into the light already the whole day, so she was as little disturbed by it as possible. By all their continuing moving around, the sandy desert-floor had, however, grown more affected and the golden glittering clouds grew as their fight went on. Maren had already finished her U-turn, half sliding through the grains, and charged at the Forsaken once again, wings folded with knuckles pointing to the sides like horns. With her lips curled and ears laid back, she saw how Ophelia's eyes lay closed, shut tight as the tigerstriped mare neared to bump that white slim body right off her hooves. Her nostrils widened, snorting low. What the hell are you doing?
Something snapped.
She stumbled over the rock Ophelia the Forsaken had carelessly kicked aside, for Maren had lost target.
It came so suddenly that it was almost as if she had simply forgotten she was there, wherever that was supposed to be. Maren could swear that the grey had been in the haziness of the sands; in front of her, a horse-length away just mere seconds ago. Her eyes had now opened wide, shocked as in how she could not have seen her coming - and for dangerous seconds, her movements were still like stone. Ophelia had appeared out of nothing, like a stroke of a brush suddenly made; a white drop of paint spilled on a brightly painted canvas, ruining it. She was not supposed to be here, her thoughts screamed. She was supposed to be thére. But teeth scraped like fires on her frozen body and she was too late to do something about it. Pain biting in her flesh like ice-water in the middle of winter. Confused and hurt she ripped herself away from the absent of motion, and when she had pulled herself together; when the mare seemed close-by enough, she stretched her neck in the direction of Ophelia's quickly moving hindquarters; attempting to snap her irate, frustrated teeth at her white butt. She would not let the girls filthy Basin-breath get blown into her face without her knowing ever again. Frustration grew in the company of the angry thumping of a growing bruise under torn skin.
But the tigermare would not let all her endeavors be swung and slipped aside that easily, for she had her pride to uphold. With the flow of flared adrenaline she kicked up her hindquarters once again in the direction of where the unicorns head was supposed to be. Then, in the same chain of movements, she put her weight on her hind and swirled her body in a rear towards her opponent. While she did, Ophelia kicked out, too. Maren, being in a weird kind of body-curl and mid-rear, took a hit against her own, left leg. It stung, but it faded quickly as it was nothing compared to the red-sweating bruises on her side. Finding balance once again, she then attempted to counter-attack by slamming down her hooves into the hind-hocks of the Forsaken's; all the while keeping her head high, hopefully out of bucking-range. Immediately after the tiger-striped mare hit the sandy ground again, she turned around; finishing her spin to the left, and got on that same side of Ophelia. Trusting that she was fast enough, she tried to slam her own body against hers while flapping her wings in her face to hopefully hit an eye with the outstretched feathers.
Anyone looking from a distant would see a mushroom-formed cloud of sand, glittering in the sunlight, the two competitors almost invisible from outside the walls of dust.
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Summary: Affected by Ophelia's magic, she takes the scraping (most of the damage) over her crest after tripping (little damage) over Ophelia's rock. After the scraping Maren attempts to bite Ophelia's butt. Then Maren bucks; aiming at her head, then turns around in a rear at the same time that Ophelia bucks. Maren takes a (little damage) hit on her left leg from that last attack, but counter-attacks by slamming her own hooves into the hindquarters of Ophelia. After, Maren attempts to slam her body into that of Ophelia, after their turning and bucking, meanwhile also flapping her wings, aiming for eyes. ]
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[JUDGED] Buried by the sands of the hourglass
