the cat and the fiddle
It has been a while to say the least. As for whom will meet here in the battle lands... well that is still to be determined. Its been quiet in the kingdoms, or maybe its simply lurking in the shadows for so long has made a mess of this mind.
Finally after what seems as ages a male comes from across the land. One that smells of the Chamber... then again... could never be quite sure with these males. He stank of mare, and more then one could be determined, though the breeze changes to swiftly to make out anything more from it. Ah well that was his choice in lifestyle. He comes charging, no barreling forward.
Options are limited to say the least. Gathering muscles and dancing on toes; its not certain what will happen. Its a just a small rear, nothing to fancy. After all to say that motherhood made one soft is an understatement. Forelegs strike out none the less. A grin almost splits the black face wide open. Wouldn't it be amusing if it just managed to strike the soft tissue of his muzzle? Maybe damaging his shoulder area would be better. Maybe he would swerve just in time to miss it completely. Well in any case her left knee would take the brunt of the his oncoming weight. It would be tender after, but worth it.
Landing didn't help with the injury either, its a favoring of the left knee that makes weight shift. The sight of hooves is caught in the corner of leafy orbs. Forcing a turn on the black mares part. Of course this is never a good thing, it exposes ribs to easily damage. Luckily though his aim, and balance is not perfect. So its a glancing blow off her last rib that begins to smart.
As he is coming out of the kick, there seems to be an opportunity for a strike. So in retaliation the turn continues until hindquarters line up in aiming towards his left buttock/leg. Its a large area and one that is easy to target. Especially since there is enough time for the mare to take care and make sure that strength is in the attack. There is only seconds avalible before the left side with the knee and injured rib would begin to make attacking difficult. So in using the draft size, and the weight that goes along with it. Hind legs thrust out hoping to make purchase. Leaning to the right, its the right side that makes the stronger kick.
Hestia
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