Unicorns were lucky in the sense that they came with a sword to use as they wished. Zenobia cursed this as she felt the horns run twin jagged lines along her right side. The attack stung with an almost burning sensation as two long and twisted lines of blood stained her white hair. Quietly she thanked her heritage for her slightly quicker speed, as otherwise she wouldn't have been able to escape without deep wounds. Though her barrel stung as if a wasp had just bit her, the female continued forward and was rewarded when she felt her attack hit.

Her body was beginning to twist itself to the left when the stallion's massive hip collided with her more petite side. In that brief moment of contact, she could feel his strength and his rippling muscles. His brute power caused her to stumble. Her hooves defiantly kept their footing, the warrior refusing to fall down that easily. Zenobia had barely even found her footing when she felt his powerful hind-legs ram into her rump. She gritted her teeth as her right side began to throb. Bruises were already beginning to form from the stallion's buck. Her side was also aching from his hip-check, which would surely feel even worse the tomorrow morning.

As weird as it may sound, Zenobia was thankful for the behemoth's large hips. She realized that without the stumble somewhere more valuable may have been hit. Though the buck hurt like hell, she was thankful it did not land in a more vulnerable spot such as her thigh. Such an attack would have hindered her for the rest of the fight and for many days after.

Her front legs were still twisting her body partially to the left. Thank the heavens, too. It was only due to this that she could see the dragons zooming towards her. Zenobia's teeth remained gritted as her body tensed, readying itself for even more pain.

The younger dragon was flying towards her left side while the golden was heading straight for her face. She found herself with little time to react. She forced her wing to fall limply to the ground. A rush of cold caused her back to shiver as it was struck with the frosty breath rather than her wing. Luckily, the protective hide of the bear god she wore negated most of the bitter cold. All attention shifted to her face, however, as claws slashed at her muzzle. Cuts opened as soon as sharp claw shredded her skin.

She jerked her head once again. This time, she was attempting to bash her head against her attacker in hopes that it would be forced away. All the while her teeth tried to dig themselves into the thin webbing of the golden dragon's right wing.

At last she completed her turn and began to run along the brute's right side (now to her left) once again. She distanced herself this time as her wings began to steadily beat. In one instance, a wing brushed against the clasps of her armor, causing her figure to disappear from view. Her small body began to take flight. By the time she ran passed him, she was already in the air. Hopefully ahead of him now, she kicked her back legs out at the stallion's shoulder, although she would be glad if she reached high enough to hit his head. She winced as she did so, the deep-rooted bruises causing her body to scream out in pain.

Zenobia struggled to find a thermal as she stroked her wings through the air, attempting to climb higher and higher. Like her father had done in the spar she had participated in a day after she returned, the still invisible gal tried to make it so that her body was aligned with the sun. Though she could still not be seen, her shadow was. Each time she pumped her wings, however, it was beginning to become smaller and smaller. If his dragons chased after her, she hoped that both her lack of presence and the blinding light of the sun would make her a tricky target to hit.

Sweat poured down her body as she stayed in the powerful rays of the sun, her armor definitely not helping with the heat. Geez, Sun Lord, do you mind turning down the heat a little for one of your favorite's daughter? No? Yeah, I figured. Then please help me be able to keep up this pace.This beast must be punished and not allowed to carry on with his ways. I won't let him be a threat to my family. Zenobia was mostly distracting herself from the dreadful pain. She would win this through her own prowess: not because of her affiliation with the Sun or her father's title.


"Speech."

word count 800/800
attack 2/4
ooc had to cut off ~200 words so not too proud of this. hopefully its still okay <3
tags @Abraham