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08-16-2013, 02:17 PM
Grim satisfaction sparked bright and hot within the Wild Rose's breast, warring with the bloom of pain that arose in her left shoulder, made more intense by the fact that it was the same place, same way she'd charged that fallen tree all those seasons past to free Zaffre's egg. It would bruise, and perhaps when adrenaline and fighting excitement wasn't driving her forward she'd limp a bit. But not now, the minor injury was easy to ignore in the face of the brighter satisfaction of knowing her stealthy tactic had worked perfectly. The light mare was driven sideways under the impact, only the turning of a horned head keeping her bite from being a hold and not just the location of a new bruise and the source of the few ebon strands that caught in the grulla's teeth. Even her kicks were rather successful, if not as severe as she'd wished. The impact vibrated pleasantly back up her legs, brightening her satisfaction. It was nice to know she still had it in her.
Retaliation was not long in coming, forewarned by the shifting forequarters before her as the unicorn prepared to kick out. A precautionary step was taken to the right by Smoke, but not quite far enough. The gold-dusted mare's right hind grazed her barrel, scraping away skin and hair and wakening a sharp but temporary stab of pain as blood oozed briefly into the gap and began to coagulate. It was too shallow, too insignificant to cause any long-standing harm to her body, though it certainly prodded at her pride.
Pride had little to do with the flurry of motion that happened next, as Smoke realized with widening eyes that the buck had only been setting up space for a spin. The firefly lights of the mists lit up the golden horn that was swinging up toward her, and survival instincts screamed at the grulla mare to move, move move! So she obliged them, slinging her weight back onto her hindquarters and flinging her front end to the right, spinning away on her right hind. Still not quite fast enough, for the deadly upward arc of that razor sharp horn, meant for her throat, caught on her left shoulder. Pain laced up the length of the narrow gash that was sliced open on the flesh of that shoulder, blood streaming more freely than it had from her side. Indignant, Smoke gave a short squeal even as her front hooves found purchase on the hard ground that had been stirred up by the sliding passage of her opponent's hooves. And then she lashed out with her hind hooves, striking out for Illynx's right shoulder but perfectly content if she'd miscalculated their combined spins and had a better shot for a chest kick.
Not waiting for the satisfaction or disappointment of a hit or a miss, Smoke proceeded to swing her haunches left around her planted left fore, right shifting to maintain even footing. She had no inclination to add to the round scar of Imiq's horn on her rump, and chose to proceed with a straightforward attack while, hopefully, her foe's head was still up. Keeping her head low at first, Smoke lunged forward with teeth bared as though intending to bite for Illynx's left shoulder, but quickly redirected for biting at the other mare's face without even slowing down. She had every intent to fend off that wickedly sharp horn while driving her full weight into the other mare again, perhaps chest to chest.
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Retaliation was not long in coming, forewarned by the shifting forequarters before her as the unicorn prepared to kick out. A precautionary step was taken to the right by Smoke, but not quite far enough. The gold-dusted mare's right hind grazed her barrel, scraping away skin and hair and wakening a sharp but temporary stab of pain as blood oozed briefly into the gap and began to coagulate. It was too shallow, too insignificant to cause any long-standing harm to her body, though it certainly prodded at her pride.
Pride had little to do with the flurry of motion that happened next, as Smoke realized with widening eyes that the buck had only been setting up space for a spin. The firefly lights of the mists lit up the golden horn that was swinging up toward her, and survival instincts screamed at the grulla mare to move, move move! So she obliged them, slinging her weight back onto her hindquarters and flinging her front end to the right, spinning away on her right hind. Still not quite fast enough, for the deadly upward arc of that razor sharp horn, meant for her throat, caught on her left shoulder. Pain laced up the length of the narrow gash that was sliced open on the flesh of that shoulder, blood streaming more freely than it had from her side. Indignant, Smoke gave a short squeal even as her front hooves found purchase on the hard ground that had been stirred up by the sliding passage of her opponent's hooves. And then she lashed out with her hind hooves, striking out for Illynx's right shoulder but perfectly content if she'd miscalculated their combined spins and had a better shot for a chest kick.
Not waiting for the satisfaction or disappointment of a hit or a miss, Smoke proceeded to swing her haunches left around her planted left fore, right shifting to maintain even footing. She had no inclination to add to the round scar of Imiq's horn on her rump, and chose to proceed with a straightforward attack while, hopefully, her foe's head was still up. Keeping her head low at first, Smoke lunged forward with teeth bared as though intending to bite for Illynx's left shoulder, but quickly redirected for biting at the other mare's face without even slowing down. She had every intent to fend off that wickedly sharp horn while driving her full weight into the other mare again, perhaps chest to chest.
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