A wraith skirted the area, using what felt like eons of constant travelling blessing her with the ability to learn swiftly, to closely estimate with just a glance how her neat hooves would track upon the summer-hardened ground, to use the elements as they closed in upon herself and her opponent to her advantage. Right now she saw the sun dropping down from its throne in the sky; soon the time would come that moonlight would be the only orb left dangling above them, shedding its ethereal light across the lands.

The mists would make things more difficult, but the little mare knew these lands well, though it would not be the lands she was fighting, but Thor - that the mists would hide intent and footing would prove a trial both of them would need to deal with. The cliff's edge brought another danger to the plate, herself being an equine and he a pegasus unable to fly - she had no intentions of summoning her other side this evening - it was something she kept in the forefront of her mind, not wanting to push her herdmate over, nor go careening over it herself anytime soon.

The cut she had inflicted upon herself had healed, through the normal passing of time as well as the final kind of touches of Torasin. A dragon cawed from the trees, lingered nearby, her melody a song of support for her beloved, as well as a promise to Thor that she would not participate in this spar, for there was no real enemy here - and besides, the little queen liked the mammoth sized stallion.

Many thought the little shadow mare to be a delicate thing, but they were usually the ones who would be surprised to see the strength her sturdy breeding had bestowed upon her frame, as the grace and stamina of an Arabian mingled complimentary with the heavy, strong build of a draft, she was a happy medium. The task of selecting a Captain caused her little stress, rather, she found the entire exercise exhilarating, refreshing - to see one's herd rise and test their skills against each other in a friendly but competitive way was inspiring, it allowed them all to see what their fellows were truly made of.

His words brought a smile to her charred lips, a delicate curve revealing nothing more than her acknowledgement of the sentiment. He said he was ready; it was time to test that theory.

The mare was standing face on to Thor, with the ocean beyond the cliff's edge to her right, a treeline to her left, and a space of at least twenty feet of soft, loamy soil surrounded them, and with two horse-lengths in between them, it was a happily sound, yet risky place to test one's grit in battle. Her form was dwarfed by his, seen even with the distance that stretched between them. She had faced things far more terrifying than him, but just as it would be foolish for him to think of her a mere delicate thing, it would be equally foolish for her to assume he was a simple, slow-moving draft creature.

Mirage blew a snort from her nose, abruptly, loudly, shaking her tiara as she did so. The motion loosened up muscles down her neck even as she shifted her weight onto her hindquarters, attempting to mask that she was preparing her athletic body for a workout that would require her to be light on her forehand, so that she could best utilise the powerful gluteals that would soon propel her forward. And so they did; the little mare moved like a dancer, each step taken with deliberate intention, to get closer to the stallion in a manner that was both swift and efficient in delivering the appropriate angle to deliver damage that would not last beyond this spar. Humans would call her pace a canter, as with her ears pinned to her nape (to protect the delicate things that really were nothing more than biting hazards in this game), she curved a path slightly to her right, angling herself to approach Thor's left side, giving a burst of added speed as she came within half a stride of him.

Teeth flashed, the only warning of what would come should he do nothing to dart out of her way. The ivory incisors attempted to pinch at his mahogany pelt, her intent determined enough to draw blood should they gain grips. Momentum kept her moving, however, and as her steps began to draw her away from him, she added an extra stride - a hop, where her left hind leg darted out with startling speed but little accuracy at the mammoth creature who was now positioned behind her.



[OOC:
796 words.
Opening Attack post.
0/2 Magic & Companion uses.
Okay! Yay! Spars!
Because we are in an official type challenge, the limits to magic and companion use is 2, however, I will not be using Akaith in this spar, nor will Mirage be transforming into a dragon, but I may just use her other magic later on, we’ll see ;D. Seeing as Thor has none yet you don’t have to worry about magic restrictions for yourself.
I went along with your settings and expanded on them as much as I could, seeing as this is the opening attack post, it’s critically important that you get a firm grip on the settings you are playing in, that way no unexpected tree roots or rocks will get in our way, as I have not included them in my own description.
Basically, the only tips I can give for your next post is to keep in mind Thor’s intentions in this spar, his surroundings, and how he is going to defend himself as well as counter attack. Keep your positioning very clear, draw yourself little pictures if you need to, and enjoy! ]

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