Heartbeats like a Drum. [Aryel]

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Heartbeats like a Drum. [Aryel]

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Dragon's Throat Soldier

Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4

FennecFyre

01-01-2013, 10:41 AM

Aryel (December)
"Wait...what the--"

Aryel hadn't expected that sudden burst of agility as Kri simply swung away from her charge, forcing her to come to skidding stop before she leapt back. She felt her hooves connect with Kri's chest, but it was hardly a noteworthy blow. Before she could react though, Kri's rear had connected with her right shoulder, pushing her back a few paces with a grunt of pain. Dang, Kri was a good fighter. Of course, what did she expect? A few half-hearted kicks and a bite? Kri was the Sultana for a reason. Btu she wasn't about to back out now. Even now, when she was unsure of her chances of success, she would try her best. She doubted she would come out on top, simply put, Kri had more experience and was stronger, but she would at least attempt to not look like a total fool while fighting.

She tried for a sharp bite at her left flank, but was smacked in the face by a wing. Switching her target from her flank to the offending wing, she tried a bite at her feathers, only to feel her teeth click together on nothing but air. She hadn't expected Kri to be quite this fast, simply assuming the stocky mare's bulk would mean she wouldn't be quite as agile. Apparently not.

She ducked her head to avoid another flailing strike from her wings, then realized Kri was taking flight, not attacking. So it was to be an aerial battle, eh? Extending her own wings, she pushed off, taking a brief running start before soaring in a wide curve to meet Kri. Pumping her wings with as much force as she could muster, she attempted to fly higher than Kri, partially to take a breather, and partially to set up her next attack. She tried to come up with a better idea than simply snapping at her, but was hard-pressed. Kicks lacked power in the air, and she lacked claws or talons to strike her with. Along with the adrenaline pumping through her body, she began to feel a little worry as well, but was determined not to let it bloom into panic. If she panicked, especially in the air, it could be potentially dangerous.

Maybe she should try to break Kri's cool as well.

She folded her wings slightly, angling them like a peregrine falcon in flight would, then dived, aiming for Kri, front hooves out. She would try to strike out with her hooves at her back, (no need to break her wing or concuss her) then break away again with a few strong flaps. She remembered Kri's words before the fight. No need to maim her opponent.

(Just so you know, even if I don't explicitly reply to every bit of OOC advice you're giving I'm still reading it.)

"blah blah blah."

"WHAT IS THIS GYPSY MAGIC SH*T?!"

Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.

Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.

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