It stung, the retaliation of the grulla stallion, as Azzuen's shins felt the raking motions of Lace's hooves, he curled his muzzle up in pain and distaste. Azzuen's immediate reaction was to strike out, move his forelimbs, get them out of the way, stop the other from being able to hit them so easily. The small, tender target of his coronet band was struck, however it was only his left hoof that felt the blow - the right one had managed to flail wildly enough out of the way, and hopefully back into Lace's own forelegs. Teeth ground together, as he gritted them against the stinging pain - though his mind told him it could be worse, a lot worse, sometimes those small, stinging scratches were more painful simply because they were more irritating, itched for ages afterwards as they healed, and left scars that could take a season to fade. Just with all the other scars my bodice does possess.. The thought barely had time to gain any traction however, as the pressure of this fight rose considerably.

A deep, rumbling call echoed from the maw of the stallion, as the tender flesh of sinew and joint were clamped between dull, blunt teeth. Again, the General reflected on how much worse this situation could be, how much deadlier it would have been should an enemy have heeded to his call today. He was grateful, that his life was not on the line, and relished in the challenge of tiptoeing along the line of causing severe damage, or damage enough to assert one's prowess in battle. It was a thin, delicate, fragile line, one that he clearly did not have enough practise with - too often had his skills been put to the test in true dire situations, not enough had he simply sparred for the sake of sparring. Even in the pain that was caused, it was refreshing to know he was only defending himself from some bruises and cuts.

The ache of his left wing rendered it awkward to try and take flight, but the intimate contact their bodies were in made that option unviable anyway. Azzuen pulled away, sitting down upon his rump to dislodge the grulla's vice-like grip, before catching a glimpse of white in the periphery of his vision - it wasn't until the stinging of her bites that he realised Fajira had joined the fray, attempting to inflict more damage upon him. It was almost immediate for him to buck in response, but that would require bowing his head closer to Lace, as his hind end would rise. So, instead of bucking, Azzuen let a grin, manic and wild in the rush of the situation, cross his façade. With crackling efficiency, his wild, unruly mane stood on end, and swinging his tail as a sort of warning to the dragon, he activated the magic that would repel from his hide, leaving behind only minimal bald scratches where she had managed to land upon his broad, muscular hide. The Pegasus didn't worry about using his magic against her, it would push her back to the skies, where he was confident her wings would spread and carry her safely away - not like ground ridden foes who would be pommelled only further into the dirt.

With his wings clamped tightly against his flanks now, Azzuen used his hindquarters, which were already engaged, ready for action, to pivot his bodice to his left, exposing his right side to the equine steed of the Edge. The soil beneath him bent to the weight of his body, the grass tickled his pasterns as they carried him about. As he transferred his weight to his front feet, he continued bringing his hind end around, lifting both his back feet from the ground to swing them around, and strike a firm kick out in Lace's direction, using the momentum of his move to its highest advantage. If his aim was accurate, he would touch near where his spear had struck before, or perhaps a bit higher, on the softer, more pliable flesh of his nape. Upon landing from his kick, the stallion pranced forward several strides, bellowing a great, hearty chuckle as he did so. Tossing his handsome crown, he turned to Lace with a smile, even though a small limp affected him, he nodded to this ally, and awaited the dust to settle to see who would rise the victor.

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Azzuen flails his forelegs a bit to dodge most of Lace's foreleg strike.
Gets hit with Lace's bite to his wing, pulls back to dislodge him, also calls out to maybe disorient Lace a bit.
As soon as Fajira lands Azzuen uses his magic to repel her away, therefore only getting himself some minor scratches.
Azzuen's final attack is to turn himself to the left and swing his hindquarters around to round-house-kick/double-barrel at Lace, aiming for his neck/area that his spear hit before.

<3 This has been great Chan, they should chat afterwards :-) ]

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