Själ

The ice princess had thought that she would have the advantage at least in speed; after all, the massive stallion is easily twice her size in muscle.  How he manages to maneuver himself so quickly - and avoid her attack entirely - yet again is astounding.  Again the icy grip of shame reaches to grasp her heart, tugging the organ until it feels like it has fallen into her stomach.  If her mother could see her now, what would the DarkEmpress think of her daughter's lack of ability?  No doubt the Psyche of old would have laughed at her before dismissing her.  Why would such a strong, capable mare claim such a weak, idiotic child, one who cannot even land a hit on a fucking big ass target?

In retrospect, this attempted spar probably wasn't the mare's most brilliant plan.  After all, who attacks a stranger on the beach?

As Själ realizes that the impact on her forelegs is about to be much worse than expected (she had been counting on using the stallion's body to buffer her landing), she braces herself, attempting to land tenderly to avoid jostling the tender limbs further.  Her concentration on that fool's errand distracts her until the stranger's roar echoes in her ears.  She lands, and she winces at the sharp pain that shoots up her legs as a result of the sudden weight despite her best efforts to avoid it.  She looks up just in time to see the look of rage on his face (well, she had just tried to kill him, after all) and barely keeps a look of fear from appearing on hers.

Gods, he could crush her if he wanted.

By now, though, she has caught onto his tactic of trying to bowl her over, and as he lunges forward in another attempt to go chest-to-chest, she scampers backwards.  She is not quite fast enough with her injuries to turn and flee, or to hop nimbly to the side; as such, his teeth sink into the tender skin on her muzzle.  The resultant pain (fuck, whose idea was it to put so many nerve endings there anyway?) causes her to stumble over her own feet, further irritating her already battered legs.

And so it is that she comes to be standing weakly before him, a large bite on her muzzle bleeding profusely and a smattering of bite marks across her rump standing out baldly.  She tries to put more weight on her hind legs to give her forelegs a rest and fails, but she is too proud to lie down while he is still in eyeshot.  Instead, the pain drives her to stupidly pin her ears and glare at the behemoth.  "Well, you could have fooled me!" she shouts right back, refusing to be cowed by his masculinity.  Psyche wouldn't have backed down, and even if Själ would apparently never live up to that image, she could not bring herself to simply give up.

Besides, if he killed her now, at least her legs wouldn't hurt anymore.

"Speak."
--Ansgar.--

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@Volterra - yes please, a thread after this would be awesome!!  Thanks for an awesome fight!