There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She is out of practice. Her skills had grown rusty with disuse, but she is determined to flake that rust away, to oil them until they shine with renewed vigor. So she makes her way to the practice field.
There she finds a mare, Raxa, and she takes her up on her challenge. She makes no big display, only nodding her head briefly in acknowledgement. Her body - red and white and covered by cracks that flicker with slow pulses of white light - is relaxed, movements light and fluid in the way of one who is familiar with her body. Golden eyes focused and intense, she studies her opponent. They are of a similar height, though the other mare is slightly taller. In terms of strength and agility, they would seem to be fairly evenly matched.
This then would be a battle determined by skill.
Facing her opponent, Joscelin does not hesitate in her attack. Leaping forward from her position only several feet in front of Raxa, Joscelin strikes swiftly. Using her powerful hindquarters, she launches forward and slightly to her right. Her pale forelegs come off the ground, blunt hooves aiming a sharp strike for her opponent's left shoulder. Ideally she would clip the exposed bony protrusion of her shoulder point. A bone bruise could significantly impact the other’s ability to move. Of course, Raxa would no doubt move in an attempt to avoid the blow, potentially shifting her strike to either the meatier portion of her shoulder or her chest. Alternately, she could retreat, lessening the blow. Still, injury to any part of the shoulder could be detrimental, especially when considering the fact that the majority of a horse's weight is carried on their forehand.
She would take what she can get.
Attack completed, she drops quickly back to the earth, using her momentum and backwards shifted weight to perform a pivot on her hindquarters to her right and away from Raxa.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria