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02-13-2013, 01:51 AM
As expected, her teeth merely glanced off his side, catching only slicked down hair and only for a moment. An appropriate enough opening sally, two opponents making passing attacks while getting a sense for the other. But it was pleasantly surprising to discover that he'd wheeled about as well, just as eager to meet and clash again.
It was her turn to leap forward, and he in turn responded with the unusual. He was quick, turning about to present his hindquarters. Suitable response, but not fast enough to meet her agility. With only a few strides to spare, made more as she shortened them, she veered to her right as his head went down and his heels lashed out. His right hind clipped her left shoulder, scraping away skin and hair and raising a line of pain and blood in its wake. The first she dismissed for now as a small distraction to be tended after, too small to hinder her movements. The latter stained her slate shoulder black beneath the open sore.
Even as her mind registered the sting of pain and dismissed it, she drew upon her magic. Blue skies, green trees, and brown dirt all disappeared from sight as a cloud of smoke arose from naught but empty air to surround them. Their bodies were obscured from each other's views, but she knew exactly where he was.
Halting beside Destrier's right side she twisted and reared, lashing out at his barrel and shoulder with her front hooves. It was a short gesture, just quick and high enough that her hooves should hit their mark and not pass over his back. So it was she was quick to drop down again, teeth snapping at where she expected his topline would be even as she pushed off from her hind hooves. It was a technique she'd used quite successfully on Paladin, to obscure her opponent's vision and come in quick and hard with rapid attacks, all with the hope that she'd be too quick for them to move away.
As her hooves touched ground, without regard to whether or not her teeth met any purchase on neck or withers or back, she sprung forward with a quick, short buck at Destrier's hindquarters before surging away from the already dissipating cloud of her namesake. A few short strides, and she wheeled again to see what he would do next. A grin crossed her features, matching her high spirits. It had been a while since she'd had a good match, and this was the first in a long while that she could say she was honestly enjoying. It was nice to be pitted against one who was not aware of her reputation. Who would truly expect a healer, no matter how scarred, to be a seasoned warrior? Especially one who'd so recently been nursing her latest foal? It was, quite honestly, exhilarating.
(( 481 words, 2/4, 1/2 magic/companion uses
Slows and veers to right as Destrier brings his hindquarters around, is clipped on left shoulder and receives minor scrape which she then ignores. Summons a cloud of smoke as she stops and rears to kick at his barrel and shoulder, aims a bite at his topline as she drops back down. Jumps forward a step and bucks at his hindquarters before racing out of the cloud of smoke to turn and watch him. ))
It was her turn to leap forward, and he in turn responded with the unusual. He was quick, turning about to present his hindquarters. Suitable response, but not fast enough to meet her agility. With only a few strides to spare, made more as she shortened them, she veered to her right as his head went down and his heels lashed out. His right hind clipped her left shoulder, scraping away skin and hair and raising a line of pain and blood in its wake. The first she dismissed for now as a small distraction to be tended after, too small to hinder her movements. The latter stained her slate shoulder black beneath the open sore.
Even as her mind registered the sting of pain and dismissed it, she drew upon her magic. Blue skies, green trees, and brown dirt all disappeared from sight as a cloud of smoke arose from naught but empty air to surround them. Their bodies were obscured from each other's views, but she knew exactly where he was.
Halting beside Destrier's right side she twisted and reared, lashing out at his barrel and shoulder with her front hooves. It was a short gesture, just quick and high enough that her hooves should hit their mark and not pass over his back. So it was she was quick to drop down again, teeth snapping at where she expected his topline would be even as she pushed off from her hind hooves. It was a technique she'd used quite successfully on Paladin, to obscure her opponent's vision and come in quick and hard with rapid attacks, all with the hope that she'd be too quick for them to move away.
As her hooves touched ground, without regard to whether or not her teeth met any purchase on neck or withers or back, she sprung forward with a quick, short buck at Destrier's hindquarters before surging away from the already dissipating cloud of her namesake. A few short strides, and she wheeled again to see what he would do next. A grin crossed her features, matching her high spirits. It had been a while since she'd had a good match, and this was the first in a long while that she could say she was honestly enjoying. It was nice to be pitted against one who was not aware of her reputation. Who would truly expect a healer, no matter how scarred, to be a seasoned warrior? Especially one who'd so recently been nursing her latest foal? It was, quite honestly, exhilarating.
(( 481 words, 2/4, 1/2 magic/companion uses
Slows and veers to right as Destrier brings his hindquarters around, is clipped on left shoulder and receives minor scrape which she then ignores. Summons a cloud of smoke as she stops and rears to kick at his barrel and shoulder, aims a bite at his topline as she drops back down. Jumps forward a step and bucks at his hindquarters before racing out of the cloud of smoke to turn and watch him. ))
