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Illynx felt her small hooves meet the hard front of Zima's upper limbs, a smirk spreading thin across her charcoal black muzzle, accutely aware of how bright that particular pain was. She felt highly vindicated, in the terms of her pelt, the light weakening of the bay mare's stance in reaction to the new bruises deeply satisfying to the golden trimmed corporal. As she streaked around to attack Zima's hip, the mare tilted a brightly hued eye to observe as Zima's pride at having succeeded in her own attacks was washed away by the sensation of hoof upon flesh, her already devious grin growing all the wider in her sadistic enthusiasm; even as she rose her forelimbs to strike at the supple flesh of Zima's hip she found herself driven by this elation, the hot blood rushing through her pounding heart as good as war drums and equally as intoxicating.
The spade like assault that the delicately crafted female had charged Zima with struck true, her heart hammering just a little bit harder as the mahogany femme moved back from her a pace as the pain coursed through her muscles, a small voice in the back of her head finally heard over the din that had been roused when her flesh had been welted by Zima's horn, reminding her that this was all a game, and not a rated match at that, either; it was liable that the bright flames that erupted in Zima's eyes as she turned around, the corporal assuming that she had realized she was being driven back, but even so, the fire itself incited other fevered emotions within the woman as they danced about each other. She found it invigorating to have broken through the thick porcelain shell of kindness that seemed to be permantly painted upon Zima's surface, and while this new skin was much less likable to some, Illynx found her all the more welcome in the Basin for it.
Zima moved towards her barrel, her anger making her quick and powerful, her raised fore-hooves landing one-two upon the region behind her elbow joint, a bruise seeming to connect itself to those pre-existing on her shoulder, and deeper than any of the marks she had recieved so far. Still charging, however, her rage seemed to have gotten the best of her; Illynx smiled almost benignly as she moved her hind-quarters out of the way of the incoming horn, leaving about two and a half inches to spare as Zima's lowered blade breezed past Illynx's rump. The older mare responded with her own weapon, graceful and well muscled neck curving her head about to strike hard upon the other mare's hip, hoping to hit home along one of the other bruises to further intensify the discomfort which she had already caused with her teeth. As soon as her horn should have struck the passing flesh, the small unicorn rose up on her hind-legs at a quarter rear, brightly lacquered legs lashing out at the same hip before she landed. She made a few steps back, sore muscles protesting and steamy breath billowing in clouds from her nostrils as a loud snort broke the air, her pinned ears raising from where they had been nestled in the black strands of her mane.
[ 4 of 4 - Zima's kick to Illynx's ribs hits just behind her elbow, though the horn attack is dodged. She then aims a horn attack to Zima's hip, followed by a blow or two at the same hip. ]
[ OOC: Just closing defense and we're done! Whew. ]
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[JUDGED] gilded blade;
