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12-10-2012, 05:30 PM
She watched in success as her light hoof struck Midas's shoulder. She put all fours back on the earth, watching the Throat general's every move. He cantered along once he touched the cold earth. As her blue eyes tracked his movements, her legs worked furiously to avert the stallion. He tucked his head to his throat, bracing himself. Only then did Sierra realize it was too late. His black and white body collided with her side, the only thing she could do was widen her stance a bit to keep herself from tipping over and falling.
As he rammed into her, Sierra swung her head back towards the stallion. She bared her teeth and aimed a bite at his forehead or his cheek. Her legs moved her to the left of the stallion, keeping just enough distance to bite him before she withdrew, her deep blue eyes focused upon his pupil-less golden eyes. She flicked her ears back, keeping herself as far from the stallion as she could, hoping not to be struck.
Sierra's mind planned her next attacks, she was unfocused and open to strike. But with a quick jolt she realized her stupidity and focused back on the battle, scolding herself for her flaw. She cantered round and round the stallion, waiting for his next attack.
OOC: [[Late post. Sorry.]]3/4
Attack:
As he rams her, she aims to bite his neck or cheek.
Defense:
Keeps self far from Midas and keeps self as small as possible. When rammed, widens stance to keep balance.
Injury:
Small bruise to rib due to collision.
WC: 218
As he rammed into her, Sierra swung her head back towards the stallion. She bared her teeth and aimed a bite at his forehead or his cheek. Her legs moved her to the left of the stallion, keeping just enough distance to bite him before she withdrew, her deep blue eyes focused upon his pupil-less golden eyes. She flicked her ears back, keeping herself as far from the stallion as she could, hoping not to be struck.
Sierra's mind planned her next attacks, she was unfocused and open to strike. But with a quick jolt she realized her stupidity and focused back on the battle, scolding herself for her flaw. She cantered round and round the stallion, waiting for his next attack.
OOC: [[Late post. Sorry.]]3/4
Attack:
As he rams her, she aims to bite his neck or cheek.
Defense:
Keeps self far from Midas and keeps self as small as possible. When rammed, widens stance to keep balance.
Injury:
Small bruise to rib due to collision.
WC: 218
