07-04-2016, 09:52 PM
Raxa was only slightly startled by the wings, given that she hadn't seen them from a distance. Now that she was up close, the force of the appendages threw her off a bit. That, combined with his move to avoid getting hit by her hooves and teeth, caused her to land blows in places she hadn't originally planned. Okay, now she was mad.
Raxa groaned in pain as she felt the stallion's shoulder strike her ribs, nearly knocking the wind out of her. She'd received blows like that before, so she knew how to regain herself, but that didn't mean she didn't feel pain from the impact. Despite her body telling her to go down and back away, Raxa knew she couldn't let the stallion off. She felt her front knees hit the stallion's croup. It wasn't an effective blow, something that made her frustrated with her poor tactics. Perhaps she would have to be more careful about this than she thought.
She saw the stallion turn and strike out with his hind legs. If she didn't move, they would strike her face, and she could not have that. Knowing it would hurt, but be better than having her muzzle be damaged, Raxa turned, exposing her neck to the stallion's hooves while turning her face to protect it. The brute strength behind the blow was enough to send vibrations through the mare's neck and down her spine; that one had definitely hurt. However, the damage was not permanent.
She watched the stallion spin away from her, tucking his wings in, turning to face her. No doubt he was using them to shield his spine and abdomen. No matter, she'd aim for somewhere different. Wait a minute, was that a look of pity, of sickness, on his face? Was he actually worried about the wounds he might have inflicted? If he really felt sorry for her, that astonished her. Why would he feel sorry? Battles needed to be fought to the hardest level, feeling no pity. Even in mocks, Raxa treated it like an enemy, because if she didn't, she knew her urge for battle would become soft. She would start showing mercy...
No, she could not do that. No other horse had ever shown mercy; why should she afford the luxury of such a thing?
Raxa charged him again, ears flat against her head. She bared her teeth, going for his neck again, but before she made contact, she put her head down and threw her hind weight using the momentum of her sprint. She lashed out at the stallion with her hind hooves, putting as much force as she could behind the blow, knowing it would be needed to actually get in some damage and make it hard for him to fight.
Raxa groaned in pain as she felt the stallion's shoulder strike her ribs, nearly knocking the wind out of her. She'd received blows like that before, so she knew how to regain herself, but that didn't mean she didn't feel pain from the impact. Despite her body telling her to go down and back away, Raxa knew she couldn't let the stallion off. She felt her front knees hit the stallion's croup. It wasn't an effective blow, something that made her frustrated with her poor tactics. Perhaps she would have to be more careful about this than she thought.
She saw the stallion turn and strike out with his hind legs. If she didn't move, they would strike her face, and she could not have that. Knowing it would hurt, but be better than having her muzzle be damaged, Raxa turned, exposing her neck to the stallion's hooves while turning her face to protect it. The brute strength behind the blow was enough to send vibrations through the mare's neck and down her spine; that one had definitely hurt. However, the damage was not permanent.
She watched the stallion spin away from her, tucking his wings in, turning to face her. No doubt he was using them to shield his spine and abdomen. No matter, she'd aim for somewhere different. Wait a minute, was that a look of pity, of sickness, on his face? Was he actually worried about the wounds he might have inflicted? If he really felt sorry for her, that astonished her. Why would he feel sorry? Battles needed to be fought to the hardest level, feeling no pity. Even in mocks, Raxa treated it like an enemy, because if she didn't, she knew her urge for battle would become soft. She would start showing mercy...
No, she could not do that. No other horse had ever shown mercy; why should she afford the luxury of such a thing?
Raxa charged him again, ears flat against her head. She bared her teeth, going for his neck again, but before she made contact, she put her head down and threw her hind weight using the momentum of her sprint. She lashed out at the stallion with her hind hooves, putting as much force as she could behind the blow, knowing it would be needed to actually get in some damage and make it hard for him to fight.