K O U
Softly she comes
Whispers the breeze with her passing
In secret love she is laughing

It was a new experience, the doctor looking so unhappy to see her. Kou had half a mind to turn and move away from his as quickly as her legs would carry her, but she was worried about him and curious about what had gotten him so angry. Rather than answer her, however, he said there was something he wanted to tell her then marched purposefully forward. The pale mare blinked, and shuffled back a step, her head raising slightly as he neared her in an unconscious attempt to make herself appear bigger than what she was. She breathed out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding when he said he wanted to test her to make sure she could defend herself. "I wasn't part of the scourge for nothing." She answered the doctor back. One of her ears tilted back and she eyed him cautiously. While she might have been part of the scourge in Mauja's Plague, she wasn't the most skilled fighter they had. She'd rather heal her comrades that fight.

But to fight against d'Artagnan? She didn't like the idea of it one bit. She'd come to like him as a friend and mentor. If she was honest with herself, she liked him a lot more than she should. It would take a lot to pull herself away from those emotions to fight him.

d'Artagnan surged up into the air, almost doubling his already advantageous height over her. The threat of his hooves had the mare balking and moving back as quickly as possible. When the doctor's hooves touched the ground again the mare's ears tilted forward, catching the question of if she was ready.

No.

Kou nodded solemnly at the doctor. Despite her consent that she was ready she was far from it. She had never launched an attack on anyone before. The only thing she'd ever done was pick little arguments and that certainly didn't constitute an attack. The pale mare was certainly grateful for the distance, however little, she'd managed to put between herself and the big stallion. To her he was the epitome of power. Long legs, lean rippling muscles.

The nurse realized too late that she was hesitating too long after having agreed to sparring with the doctor. Nervousness surged within her and she shied back once more then bolted to her left, aiming a low kick at d'Artagnan's leg, hoping that it would be close enough to hit him. It was a sad way to begin a spar, she knew, but she wasn't built for power and she knew that. She wasn't going to kid herself into thinking otherwise. She was built for maneuverability whereas the doctor was built for power.

As Kou ran a plan began to formulate in her head. She would get d'Art to tire himself out by chasing after her. Since he was on the powerful side she hoped that he would put in some powerful attacks. If she was quick enough to dodge them then that would slow d'Art down enough for her to hopefully get in some smaller attacks. While many might scoff at small attacks, she thought them useful. They added up over the course of a fight.

With her plan now formulating in her head the nervousness that she had been feeling just a few minutes before began to fade. Kou glanced behind her, hoping to see the doctor powering after her to begin the fight as he saw fit.

[1/3

In short. Kou freaked out then tried to run past d'Art and cow kicked at him as she passed.]