What is she doing out in an inferno like today? That’s a great question. Trying to visit her pal Death, clearly. It's hot enough out to boil her insides, turning her into a nice steak. And if that doesn’t happen, then she’s going to shrivel up and turn into a prune, a grape left in the sun too long. Sexy picture, right? But really, why is she out here trying to kill herself? Same reason as The Indomitable.

She seeks power. Not the same power he seeks, all brute strength. She’ll never have that, and she can’t even pretend she could. Look at her, and then look at him, and then laugh at the notion she could ever be stronger than him. She is not built to be a fighter, she knows, but that fact doesn’t stop her. That’s part of her search. Power enough to hold her own on the battlefield. Power enough to surprise everyone who looks at pretty little Weaver and think she's there for the taking. Yes, she wants to be underestimated. It’s one of the only advantages she might have, and she’ll play to every single one of them.

But like him, she knows that power too is the ability to conquer the weather. She cares less about fighting in it and more about the power to survive. To live through ball numbing cold and ovary boiling heat. To walk into everyday unconcerned about the weather. To act like it's normal when a behemoth of a horse comes barreling at her on one of those ovary-boiling days. And in Weaver’s world, this is normal.

The sound of hooves against the hard earth catches her attention first. Then his words announce his presence, another maniac out in the sun?. She gives him a wicked grin in return, trying to size up her opponent in the time she has, which isn’t much. He’s taller, stronger, faster, and more agile. Basically, she’s shit out of luck, like always. Any other girl would turn tail and run with such odds. But Weaver is not any girl, like Volterra is not any man.

She can’t win, but she can damn well make it hard for him to. And she definitely won’t turn tail and run. To walk out of this fight having left her mark on the mammoth horse would be enough. Well, enough for now. She’s still a baby solider, whereas he looks like a seasoned general. Raven takes off, away from the dragons and the fight. He stays close enough to keep an eye on Weaver, but nothing more.

“I prefer to tango,” she fires back. She can’t fly away. He’s too close and too tall and he’ll probably take out a leg. Which doesn’t leave a lot of options. She dives to her right, planning to fall if that means she can get out of the freight train’s way. But she’s too slow, and he smashes into her left shoulder. Pain blazes through shoulder and she tumbles to the ground. Thankfully she’d been planning to fall and it’s not disastrous. Only her front legs go down, the right leg taking the brunt of the fall. Blood blooms on her right knee where it scrapes against the dry ground. A surface wound, but still, it hurts.

At least the fall kept his teeth away from her face. Though she fell to her knees instead, so either way, he wins on the masculine dominance thing. That just won’t do.

She scrambles back to her feet, trying to canter out of his path. She’s slower already. Her knee's sore, but it’s not her problem. Her left shoulder protests every step, but it holds her weight, so she grits her teeth and pushes through. “We’d make a fine looking pair on a dance floor, but I like to lead,” she throws in his direction.

She’s used to pain. She’s died twice. She’s fought her way through life from the day she was born. This isn’t new for Weaver. She can fight through some bruises and cuts.

She turns course as quickly as her front legs will allow, trying to aim for his left side, smack in the middle of his ribs. Weaver charges, knowing she won’t have the same speed or power behind the attack as before, but she’s not trying to fight him with brute strength anyway. She'll lose on that front. So she uses what she's got: horns. Weaver ducks her head, aiming all seven horns for his left ribcage, hoping to give him a few nice stab wounds. Let him bleed from a hole for a while and see what it’s like.

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Attack 1 – Words 778
Summary:
- Volterra smashes into her left shoulder, knocking Weaver to the ground and she scrapes her right knee
- Weaver tries to stab his ribs with her horns on his left side