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Tolio she rather not damage in any way. Even her and Cinneviam had give each other wounds. Real was better, and Faelene rather know he could protect himself, fight back, something. There would always be such needs, especially for the time to come if war would be upon them. Or their paths would change and they would be called the traitors. The mare would not be disappointed with what she found through this spar. There was something there she had been sure of, a fire ready to burn and consume, doing what it must. That's what he needs, and this was the perfect way to let it out. There is light and darkness in all.
Crashing through the snow she felt icy shards dig against her wet limbs when they landed down. The wind intensified the sharp bite of it all, especially where she had been burned the hair still thin upon her withers. This made her irritated, but at the same time she tries not to think about the relief her hooves hadn't met flesh when her own teeth tear into it. Tolio did not respond with a scream or jerk. He took the bite, even when her weight shifted to her forelimbs, but she could feel his own form doing the same. This was going to hurt.
Releasing his skin of further damage with a free mouth she is ready for a short kick or strike. The dip of his head, he is going to make sure his blow counts.
Bending her knees out of instinct her body attempts to tuck itself, and than launch her straight past him. This time she would not be successful to be unscathed. His hooves hit the side of her hip, just above the bone where her rump starts to curve. It's a decent strike, causing her leg to misstep, and her front limb to slip upon the powdered snow. Teeth grinding, her red tail whips against her side in struggle and stubbornness. She manages to find grip again to regain balanced, continuing to get a good length away from him, but only after getting a taste of snow in her mouth by the damn wind. A rough snort escapes her nostrils, and her ears tuck to her head;they don't exist in her tangle of red mane. Facing Tolio she takes for him at a slow lope, placing her horn down as if to stab him in the chest. Just before she reaches him she leans to the left, running by him to throw out her hind legs at his shoulder, and barrel. It is not a fully extended buck, but quick and hard.
[1/2 attack]
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[Summary:Faelene bites him, releases when he goes to buck. She tries to dodge but he still hits her haunch. She very ungraceful walks past him to get out of his reach. She then faces him charging if to directly hit him, but in the end runs by him to kick at his shoulder/barrel area.]
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[Judge] Come Forth into the Storm and Rout [Faelene]
