Well completely and miserably failing in a recruitment, his pride sank. He is determined to gain it back. This is the one place that he is certain that his skills prevail. Though it doesn't take long for the stallion to find that his ariel attack is one that would not quite be to his advantage. She is rising in the air, and it seems to take no use of her wings. His eyes squint in suprise. He would need to recalculate some of his ideas because of this.
He sees a shadow cover her, and can only assume that the rays of the sun no longer blind her to his location either. He concentrates harder focusing in on her whithers. Biting at his lip, he works to contort his neck and bones to bend with the elastic effect of his body. Finding her skin he snatches a firm grip, the unexpected side wind catching him just as he finds purchase.
Straightening out his neck would be difficult with these new winds, so instead of fighting them he lets the angling gusts carry and shift his position. Turning his previously 90 degree angle into a 40 degree angle from point of contact.
Finding out quickly enough that his neck is not being kissed with the gusts. She pushes the winds out away from her. He is able to sink his teeth deeper into her, allowing him to keep his hold. Hardening his muscles and bones slowly at first to keep his body angling towards her without snapping his bones from the momentum. He is slightly slowed from the delay of forced change of plans in the middle of the attack. That is the whole fun of battle though. The adrenilzed thrill of bending and twisting. A vicious dance of blood and tissue. Coordination creates a beatiful show of strength and pride, rallying those that may be watching.
The winds sway his body so that he no longer aims dirrectly towards her at a 90 degree angle. Instead at a roughly 40 degree angle from point of contact he dives towards her head on. Her mane whipping in his eyes blinding him while he has purchase.
His body dives towards her his angles are obscurred slightly. His neck muscles almost ripped apart. The burn of strain and forced flexing against the natural angle of his dive make him grunt. It would probably only result in a glancing blow, against her shoulder point now. At least it would do something, or he could hope so.
He could tell these winds are not a natural occurance. Unfurling his wings he lets her go, As she rises away from him. His muscles and bones twisting to to bring him back into his natural form. Arial skills as sharp as they are, will be no match for weather. Considering himself lucky that he could get away with all that he has, Phaedrus does not push the envolope so to speak, but instead begins circling. Glancing up, watching as she gathers a storm to aid her.
He curls himself into a ball his wings unfurled, one eye peeking from under his skin, it was a rather large akward thing that he wraps up into. His bones and muscles soft with the pliableness of his body. He attempts to dodge the stones, one of them landing on his frame, that would give a headache later on for sure. He had guessed that she would not have the storms within her range. So it is with great effort that he twists and turns his wings working his way towards her. He would have to stay close to her to make a impact, that he could already see.
With great effort, and some skill he is lucky that he gets out of the storm with a sore wing and a headache made for a bull. Fighting her winds proves to be slow, and painful requiring him to favor the one wing. If he is able to manage it he rises to her side, smiling with a chuckle. Forgive my rudeness Unfurling himself he doesn't attempt to retake his shape, this time instead he drapes himself around her neck on the side that he had previously attempted to shatter. Wrapping himself as a band around her neck, he tightens his body constricting around her wind pipe. Of course allowing that she would make another attempt at himself as well. He starts the process wary of any suprises she may hold.
Though he doesn't fear kicks or bites, her weather manipulation would prove to be a difficulty for him to get around. Not that he wouldn't have the skill to do so. Battle is his nature, and its with eager anticipation that he accepts her ability. In any case his head reaches for the tender underside of her neck and teeth nash to crush her throat in that small tender crook between head and neck.
After this he awaits her attacks wondering just what defenses he would be able to use to forego to much damage.
OOC: no worries, I am enjoying. Do you want me to forego the defense post after you get your next on up? Doesn't matter to me, hopefully I didn't break any of the rules lol. <3