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There's a sickening crunch as her hooves collide with a rib, and her eyes widen in horror. "Whoops, shit, sorry," she yelps. She hadn't meant to injure him that badly - this is a spar, and he is a herdmate. Typical that in normal full-blooded fights she can barely hit a cow's arse with a banjo, but in a friendly spar she manages to break a friggin' bone. Now she's sort of morally obliged to sate his lusts as pennance for her bone-smashing sins, isn't she?
Which is certainly her favourite way of apologising. But his revenge is swift, and it is painful. As she slows to a halt with her forelegs submerged up to the knee in water, she hears the telltale thunder of his colossal hooves that means he's gearing up for another attack. She takes a wild guess and swivels to her left, but with her aching limbs from another long, hearty battle, her speed and agility are compromised - it's like turning in a dream, slow and ponderous. She can't turn away fast enough, and THUD! His massive back hooves slam into her backside, on the right cheek of her ass and a little bit onto her right flank, too. Pain floods her as his attack crunches into the thick muscle and skin of her back end, immediately seizing up the unfortunate area. A bruise explodes into life, vivid and black-purple against her silver hide, and so deep it seems to have migrated down into the furthest part of her muscles. The force of the blow sends her hindquarters sprawling to the left, and it's only sheer good fortune that she doesn't tumble completely over. When she tries to move her hindlegs, it sends an explosion of agony through her injured right flank, and she thanks the Gods that the fight has neared its natural conclusion because using her back legs to attack would be completely out. A short, breathy gargle of a pained laugh escapes her. "You know you can feel my ass anytime," she says, her voice breathless with the pain. "But maybe not with your hooves next time, yeah?" A grin darts across her face. If she is to indulge him with the succour of her body, she can only hope her now-injured hind end will be able to take his considerable weight. With the final amount of energy she possesses, she hobbles around to face him, fire burning in her eyes and sweat liberally coating her body, darkening her grey to the hue of old iron. ______________________ Great fight Smitty! <3 Closing Defense 422 words |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
