Lena’s devotion to her kingdom meant she’d throw her heart over the moon, over the sea, and over the dirges of battlefields to ensure their safety, their perseverance, their security; even if she couldn’t render her emotions past the fleeting tirades of anxiety and courage boiling together in a mass of confliction and contradiction. She remembered trials and tribulations calling for her audacity, harking for her upheaval, for moments of whimsies and fancies to be shed for the hard, arduous skin of barbarity. The first invasion, where they scrambled for the same land she scarred now, the monsters, where the threatening plunge of behemoth breaths pledged to devour – and here she was again, battered against the armaments of terror, horror, and ferocity. She’d been asked to either tremble in fear, lost and forlorn in the din of conflict, or to unite in one vicious, heinous crusade, bring back those torn away from them. The nymph responded to the second in a silent, unsung song of valor, honor and love. She was being paid for it with malice and menace.

Granted the brief, rare opportunity amongst mist, trees and darkness, she noted the other mare’s appearance at their fleeting proximity, close in height, composition and shape, without wings and horns they could be lithe laurels in the glade, dancing to the drumbeats and trumpets of campaigns. A slam by either would make no difference; other methods would have to be obtained, rendered, and hopefully not sullied by her counterpart. Her short notes were discarded as Sage’s landing prompted an assailment, flying hind hooves surging for precious limbs and parts. Lena swiftly swung her front end left, not wishing disaster upon herself, but still faltered when she felt hooves connect in bruising, cumbersome snaps of pain upon her right haunch. The hind smarted, already marked by an earlier assault, and she felt all the torrents of her aches culminate in that one spot, tense, rigid, blunt, muscles irked and irritated. She was momentarily saved from the mare’s next onslaught, Sage’s pivot towards the right and subsequent kick towards her head already chiseled away by her shift to the left.

The flying daggers towards her face, the crude remark cast upon her soul, emboldened her again, hastened her sentiments into those darkening threads, where the writhing savagery bit into her essence and cast them aloft for all the world to see. Lena used the darkness, the shade, the gloom, to hide her tyranny, her loathing, her contempt, to veil her soul in mist and abyss, covert cloak and daggers in the infernal reverie and rapture of copses, slipping into the void. Movements were not as sharp, not as quick as before, but would hopefully be enough within the fog, the murk, the gloaming, to mark and mold her own calculating, audacious surprise. Over rock, root, tree, the fairy tried to disappear into once protective elements, sheltering boughs, towering oaks, wondering if they’d do the same for her now.

One clear message was sent to Imogen, the ivory kitsune tucked into the bushes, eagerly waiting her moment to brutalize the creature harming her beloved. Distract. And oh, how she would, she promised deep in the chasm of her furry body, slinking into the mists, searching for their sole opponent. When she was found, the foxy, cunning beast launched towards the right portion of the Pegasus’s chest, ivories unfurled, teeth reaching for the precious flesh, claws aiming to dig and scar and tear, fierce, feral, intense, and relentless. Using the moment to her advantage, Lena dissolved from the haze, appearing at Sage’s left, brandishing her best weapon, the curved, beautiful, dark sword adorning her cranium, aiming to unleash, pierce, puncture the adversary’s flank.


[618 words.
2/4 invasion duel system.
0 + 0/1 additional Basin Champ magic used. 1/2 companion used.
As Sage kicks towards her underbelly and upper legs, Lena serves to the left, feeling the hooves strike her right haunch again. Her movement to the left prevents the kick towards her head from coming into contact with anything.

For her own assault, Lena moves into the mist to appear from a new direction. She uses Imogen, who comes towards Sage’s right portion of chest to bite and tear, as a distraction, appearing at Sage’s left and attempting to drive her sword into her left flank.]