The mammoth creature known as Thor chose not to move from her attacks, but instead absorb them all - it was a curious ploy, did he think her so incapable of doing damage that he needn't dodge at all, or was he testing her, just as she was testing him, waiting to see just how much damage she was willing to inflict in what was meant to be a friendly spar? The little sylph would not hold back; he was a giant when compared to her athletic stature, the muscles upon his foreleg almost as thick as her slender nape. The true test would be to see just how well he could control his strength to deliver accurate, appropriate reactions to her assaults.

He chose to do nothing, at first, however, and this was probably more unsettling to the maiden then a reaction involving movement would have been, for she had been expecting at least some reaction from him, mimicking statues aside. It triggered a hesitation in her step as she righted herself from her kick, a glance thrown over her left shoulder to see whether the beast still stood.

Realisation dawned in another satisfied smirk as she saw him move, his titanic frame moving with a muscular grace; he reminded her of her mate, both in hue and size, though of course Vikram stood taller again. She had seen her beloved move with a fierce swiftness and strength in battle, and knew not to underestimate that Thor might be capable of similar feats. She realised she didn't know just how much Thor had (or had not) been through, though his size and initial interest in being a Protector of the realm had suggested that combat was not foreign to him.

The mare could guess all she liked; soon she would know just what he was capable of.

As her golden eyes peered over the dark curve of her shoulder, she saw him near, saw the flash of incisors reach past his dark muzzle, felt the pinch of skin upon her flank, the sting of miniscule blood vessels popping, a small graze and a bruise the lasting damage of his initial strike against her. The pain caused her to step shorter in her left hind, it hit the ground with a premature thud, but its early decline to the earth enabled her to push off faster, as he continued coming at her with bared teeth to go for her nape. The mare naturally moved away from the danger, feeling nothing but a firm tug on her mane as his teeth gained purchase on nothing but the silken tendrils that decorated her nape.

Leaning upon her right hind, the mare pivoted to her right, so that her form would be running parallel to Thor's once he had completed his attempts at evading her reaction. He was seemingly unaffected by the entire ordeal, and this made the little mare feel more spritely, more determined to give him something to remember these trials by. How does a flea do damage to its host, being so small and insignificant? It performed many inflictions of small damages, eventually wearing the beast down to nothing. But Thor was unflappable, so patient and stoic, so difficult to make a dent on - the mare snorted again, happy to alert the stallion of her approach, happy to hide her true intentions so that she might have hope of leaving a mark upon his hide.

He was to her right, and without wavering in her resolve, the maiden repositioned herself to be perpendicular to him, so that she might once again land a blow to his left side. Perhaps if she landed enough to the same location, she would wear away at his resolve. Another stride, before the mare bowed her head and exposed her right shoulder, aiming the hard, angled contours of her body to strike the stallion against the bruise she had initially given him, knowing that she would have had little chance in affecting him otherwise. A grunt tumbled through her lips from the effort, as she then swung her hindquarters around and hoped to knock the right flank of her rump against his left side.

The fact that she was shorter in body to him lent her a small advantage, as she lifted her right hind leg, and attempted to stamp down upon his cannon bone, or upon the tender flesh that ringed his coronet band, a move that would have been impossible had Thor been any smaller than the titanic size he was. Once she had completed that step, the mare pushed herself away, to her left, lifting her crown and rolling her eyes to view what would happen next.


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So here Mirage has reacted to Thor by taking his first bite completely, and managing to mostly dodge the second by pivoting around to her right. She has then lined herself up parallel to Thor, before turning to him, charging, and trying to ram her right shoulder against the cut she gave him earlier, on his left shoulder. She has then swung her hindquarters around to try and step on his left hind with her right hind.
The only things I noticed from your post were:
• Be specific - which cannon bone did Mirage hit? Front or back leg? Left or right?
• Does his injury affect his pace/stride?
• Also with positioning - I originally described Mirage as standing face on to Thor, with ocean on her right, trees on her left, which would be the opposite would be true for Thor, so ocean on Thor's left, trees on his right [at the beginning of the spar, anyway].
• I probably wouldn't have had him stand still to take all of the attacks - he could have at least leaned or stepped one way or another to make the blows more 'glancing' blows than direct hits. It’s a delicate balance between allowing an attack to hit completely and causing significant damage, and dodging unrealistically. It’s all in how you write it, which makes it harder!

• Very good mention of Mirage's smaller size and thus increased speed, I like that you brought it up numerous times and used it to justify why Thor reacted the way he did.
• You have a very natural flow and eloquence to your posts that I really enjoy, it makes them so much easier to read and understand. Just don't be afraid to be a bit more specific regarding -what- has been injured, and don't forget to mention how these injuries might affect you later on! ]

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