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08-19-2013, 10:00 AM
 Artemis's first assault had been unsuccessful and the tiny dancer had moved swiftly from the titan's flailing limbs with grace over the sodden earth. It was something the lighter framed creature had over the mammoth; as Artemis' hooves dug deeply into the mud, steps sticking, pulling and slowing the mare down, the filly's feet moved with ease in and out of the dirt. Yet the filly was still at a disadvantage as the steely warrior kept close by. Her strength was her weapon and experience was her shield. She had felt her attack strike; the filly had gasped audibly and Artemis felt a pang of guilt over her actions, however she would not allow herself to hesitate yet again. The nimble obsidian horse wasted no time despite the pain she doubtlessly felt and as the mares ashen body pirouetted her steely gaze met with the charging form of the badger faced child. It seemed the inexperienced and unlikely fighter had discovered her advantage as her thin legs pushed through the damp earth and propelled her body forwards with relative ease. Artemis tried to speed her own movement as she turned, aiming to pierce the chest of the filly, yet her pity for her opponent got the best of her. She did not want to risk spearing the heart of the acolyte, and she slowed her assault. She had not turned full circle; the filly was too fast and was nearing her with speed. Instead of finishing the rotation, Artemis took a quick, slight step forwards as her body became diagonal to the charging horse, then continued to throw her head to the right. By stepping forwards, it meant that if the attack landed, she would only be able to gash the shoulder of the youngster, but it exposed the side of her own chest to an assault. She still hoped to land the hit, yet she knew her attack - if successful - would not be as deep as she probably should have made it. She couldn't help it. Artemis fought to protect the weak, or so she had wanted to. Trying to impale the young, beating heart of the child with her slightly serrated dagger seemed to contrast her own beliefs and she refused to do it. Even if it meant a victory now, doing so would only haunt the mare, and even if the horn missed the heart, a deep puncture into the pectorals would likely cause long term damage that Artemis was not willing to inflict. No. She would not do that to a child who fought bravely, who wished only to protect the home she had been born in. Artemis was not that kind of equine. The filly was agile enough to ram into the stone wall of muscle and Artemis felt herself shudder as she shifted slightly; the impact concentrated into her ribs. She coughed, exhaling suddenly as she was winded from the attack. She stumbled slightly to the left for a moment, but her strong legs kept her upright. From the corner of her eye, she saw the flashing of teeth as the wide jaws of the acolyte lashed out toward her flesh. Sucking in a pained breath, Artemis reared once again, twisting her body to the right to face the mare. As she rotated, she felt ivories catch the tender flesh upon the side of her neck below the crest. Her rear forced the teeth to tug, pulling away flesh and causing a jagged gash to form. Blood quickly rushed from the wound, bubbling over in a thin line that traced down her neck. The pain felt like fire; burning and clawing at her nape yet the warrior could not stop. Her rotation brought her forelegs to to where the fillies head had been and she kicked out, hoping to collide with skull. As her body fell from the rear, the mare sent her own dental work flying forth, hoping to bite the face or neck of the dancer. If she could only snag an ear, she could cause the filly pain without causing too much damage beside an ugly scar or ripped audit. "Speak." [Setting: Early morning, misty/foggy. Edge borders, forest. 691 words. Is winded from Laila's attack, rears up and kicks out, then aims a bite to the face/ ears or neck of her opponent. 3/4 invasion duel system. was wrong last post 0 magic used. 0 companion used.] |
