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The sea at his back provided a soothing and simple soundtrack to accompany the monotonous emptiness of the plains, and to compliment the dull roar of the thunder as the mass of clouds moved closer over the mountains. Murdock paused in his idle task of scraping at the soft snow underfoot, taking a moment to admire the abstract patterns he had created in the white face of the steppe. Green eyes traced the shadowed outlines of the shallow impressions, the back of his mind scarcely catching the muted sound of approaching hoof beats. Lifting his head, he cast a glance over his shoulder to fix his gaze upon the tall black mare that approached him. His mind was still vaguely clouded with the fog of his dreams, but he still recognized the Friesian as his student-to-be.
Emerald gaze remained fixed on the young mare’s face as she came about to face him, a warm smile working its way onto his lips as he greeted her. A moment of silence followed her words as he sized her up, taking into consideration her advantages in height and size. She was of a heavier build than he, and as such her blows were likely to sustain much more force. However, he would have the advantage of light and swift movement. He tipped his chin back to meet her gaze, lips parting to reply to her words. However, his greeting was abruptly interrupted as Orinthia leapt to the right, her body coming towards him on his left side before he had a chance to react.
Murdock was caught off guard by her quick action, and he payed for his surprise with a delay in his own retaliation. He sidestepped to the right, fighting the urge to spread his wings and leap out of harm’s way. The black mare had reared up on her hind legs, and her large hooves were aimed directly at the center of his back. He wasn’t fast enough in his dodge, however, and the toes of her hooves connected firmly with the left side of his barrel. He grit his teeth against the pain, frustrated with his awkwardness. It had been months since he had fought anyone, and he was in rusty form.
Now, it was his turn to attack. He calculated his options quickly, turning his head towards her to assess their positions. Hardly wasting a moment, he pivoted sharply to the left on his heels and lunged towards her. As he passed her, his head curved down towards her elbow as his teeth aimed to plant a firm nip on her left shoulder; he didn’t intend to draw blood, after all she was still learning. He was planning on going easy on her until she could get into the swing of things. Not waiting to see if his attack was successful, he carried on past her until he was a good deal out of range of her hind legs.
Leaning back into a sliding stop, his hooves skidded through the soft snow until he came to a halt, leaving deep scars upon the surface of the steppe. The thunder roared ominously in the background as Murdock spun to the left in a half circle to face her. Adrenaline was surging through his blood and the exhilaration of fighting was beginning to catch up to him. His sides swelled with his deep breaths as he looked toward her, legs splayed beneath him as he awaited her next attack. “Is that all you got?!” He taunted playfully, a manic grin forming on his lips as he watched her.
(Summary: As Orinthia rears up on his left side and aims to strike Murdock in the center of the back, he takes a quick sidestep to the right. Her hooves connected with his barrel on his left side but they do not do any major damage. After assessing his options, he pivots sharply to the left on his heels and lunges into a canter to pass her on her left side. As he passes by her, he reaches down to attempt to bite her shoulder. He continues on past her and slides to a halt, spinning around to the left to face her once more and wait for her next attack.
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Stark Raving Mad [Orinthia]
