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07-18-2012, 12:23 AM
There was a whisper of admiration that slipped through her mind, recognizing the moment in which he discarded the easy answer of angling his horn into her passage. She knew he was a warrior, born and raised into it in a way she hadn't been. There'd been whispers of rumor back in Isilme, and she'd always been one to listen, consider, store. But never judge, not until she could meet the subject. This breath of a moment merely served to add to her positive opinion of him.
And then he moved, as she lunged toward him. Twisting away from her to allow her forward momentum to meet only earth and air. But he didn't get quite far enough, fast enough, away to avoid her bite, and she came away with a bit of long hair caught between her teeth, which she spat out. Gods, but he was fast. And he knew how to use that speed, just as she always employed her speed and agility more than her strength. This was getting to be rather fun.
That her forequarters were treacherously within kicking distance now didn't escape her. Nor the fact that his head was lowering, and she flung herself sideways and back in a desperate attempt at a roll-back. Even she wasn't fast enough to dodge his lashing hooves, which slammed into her side instead of chest or legs. The angle meant they skipped and scraped over skin, bringing welts to the surface even as some of her grey coat was sloughed off. Pain blossomed in their wake, making her snort against the sensation, which was startlingly painful but not enough to make her stop, and automatically draw upon her magic. A cloud of thick smoke surrounded them both, obscuring sight.
Aborting the roll-back after his kick connected, she lunged forward blindly. Going merely on the remember sight of his body ahead and to the side she aimed to come alongside him, on his right. Hoping that, in the span of the few seconds since her magic blurred sight, he wouldn't have moved. And she half reared, teeth seeking a hold on the back of his neck, at least where she thought his neck should still be. It was her intent to catch him, drive his head down, and dismiss the smoke before he quite knew what was happening. Not that she'd let the smoke completely go until she knew how these last few moments would play out.
[2/2 - Tries to do a roll-back out of the way of his kick, which slams into her side and takes off some skin. She calls up a cloud of smoke to obscure the clearing, and runs up on his right and rears, biting at the back of his neck with the intent to drive his head down.]
And then he moved, as she lunged toward him. Twisting away from her to allow her forward momentum to meet only earth and air. But he didn't get quite far enough, fast enough, away to avoid her bite, and she came away with a bit of long hair caught between her teeth, which she spat out. Gods, but he was fast. And he knew how to use that speed, just as she always employed her speed and agility more than her strength. This was getting to be rather fun.
That her forequarters were treacherously within kicking distance now didn't escape her. Nor the fact that his head was lowering, and she flung herself sideways and back in a desperate attempt at a roll-back. Even she wasn't fast enough to dodge his lashing hooves, which slammed into her side instead of chest or legs. The angle meant they skipped and scraped over skin, bringing welts to the surface even as some of her grey coat was sloughed off. Pain blossomed in their wake, making her snort against the sensation, which was startlingly painful but not enough to make her stop, and automatically draw upon her magic. A cloud of thick smoke surrounded them both, obscuring sight.
Aborting the roll-back after his kick connected, she lunged forward blindly. Going merely on the remember sight of his body ahead and to the side she aimed to come alongside him, on his right. Hoping that, in the span of the few seconds since her magic blurred sight, he wouldn't have moved. And she half reared, teeth seeking a hold on the back of his neck, at least where she thought his neck should still be. It was her intent to catch him, drive his head down, and dismiss the smoke before he quite knew what was happening. Not that she'd let the smoke completely go until she knew how these last few moments would play out.
[2/2 - Tries to do a roll-back out of the way of his kick, which slams into her side and takes off some skin. She calls up a cloud of smoke to obscure the clearing, and runs up on his right and rears, biting at the back of his neck with the intent to drive his head down.]
