08-11-2016, 04:47 PM
Raxa's nostrils flared as the wind carried a scent toward her. There was another horse here... a mare... one who was ready to accept the challenge of the brindled warrior. Raxa turned her head, facing to her left, and there she saw her opponent. A mare of roughly her height, if not slightly shorter. Her coat was a unique red and white, and for a moment, Raxa could've sworn she saw something moving on the mare's pelt. Something... strange... unnatural...
Whatever it was, Raxa could handle it. The mare had been in a number of odd situations since coming to this land. Sure, there had been a number of changes recently, and it set her teeth on edge, but it wouldn't deter her. Raxa had a duty to her kingdom: to improve her skills on the battlefield and become an ever better warrior to help protect her home. She'd be damned if something happened to the Falls and she couldn't do anything to help.
So, it was time. Assessing her opponent again, Raxa took a moment to formulate what she would do. This mare probably had some hidden strength within her, but if she chose not to use it, this fight would be resolved by who had more skill and speed of mind. Who had the more powerful strike, and the strategy behind it to help win the fight.
Raxa knew not to underestimate her opponents. She'd done that once before, and it had only gotten had a nasty kick to the chest that had knocked the wind clear out of her.
The challenger lurched forward from her standing place a couple feet away from Raxa. The brindled mare's electric blue eyes watched carefully, looking for how the mare handled herself. She held confidence in her movements, and her limbs moved with cat-like fluidity. Something not common in all horses, only ones familiar with battle and who knew how to handle themselves.
Yes, this would be an interesting fight indeed. The mare moved off to the right a little as she came at Raxa, and the brindled mare reared up two dozen or so inches, her front legs kicking out a bit to keep the mare back. The movement to the right gave the challenger a bit of an advantage, for Raxa had been preparing herself for a kick from the hindquarters. Once again, she'd messed up, but not heavily. This kind of trick she'd been faced with before.
She couldn't avoid the blow completely; it'd come too fast, for the strength behind the blow of a horse's hind legs was striking. So, instead, the brindled mare had another plan. It was obvious where she was aiming; maybe Raxa could use that?
The mare turned a bit, the blow landing on her shoulder. It had struck near the edge of the portion covered by a mass of muscle and skin, enough so that it would give Raxa the pain she needed to convince the mare it had hurt more than it looked like. Raxa faltered some, taking the weight off of her front leg corresponding with the wounded shoulder. She watched the challenger shifting to her right in an effort to get away before a blow could be struck.
Typical; landing an attack, then moving away in an effort to avoid getting hurt. Raxa was no such mare; she would not move away unless she'd suffered a serious injury, and even then, she'd do her best to remain in the fight without having to retreat.
Raxa's ears flattened against her skull as she let out an angry squeal. She lunged at the challenger mare, going up on her hind legs as she did so. As her front legs started coming down, in an effort to block the mare from coming back up at her in the same fashion, Raxa aimed her teeth for the mare's neck. She'd performed this many times before, knowing it was normally a successful move. Even if the challenger tried to move out of the way, normally, the bite just landed somewhere else.
So, either way, a win-win situation, no matter how much damage it caused.
Whatever it was, Raxa could handle it. The mare had been in a number of odd situations since coming to this land. Sure, there had been a number of changes recently, and it set her teeth on edge, but it wouldn't deter her. Raxa had a duty to her kingdom: to improve her skills on the battlefield and become an ever better warrior to help protect her home. She'd be damned if something happened to the Falls and she couldn't do anything to help.
So, it was time. Assessing her opponent again, Raxa took a moment to formulate what she would do. This mare probably had some hidden strength within her, but if she chose not to use it, this fight would be resolved by who had more skill and speed of mind. Who had the more powerful strike, and the strategy behind it to help win the fight.
Raxa knew not to underestimate her opponents. She'd done that once before, and it had only gotten had a nasty kick to the chest that had knocked the wind clear out of her.
The challenger lurched forward from her standing place a couple feet away from Raxa. The brindled mare's electric blue eyes watched carefully, looking for how the mare handled herself. She held confidence in her movements, and her limbs moved with cat-like fluidity. Something not common in all horses, only ones familiar with battle and who knew how to handle themselves.
Yes, this would be an interesting fight indeed. The mare moved off to the right a little as she came at Raxa, and the brindled mare reared up two dozen or so inches, her front legs kicking out a bit to keep the mare back. The movement to the right gave the challenger a bit of an advantage, for Raxa had been preparing herself for a kick from the hindquarters. Once again, she'd messed up, but not heavily. This kind of trick she'd been faced with before.
She couldn't avoid the blow completely; it'd come too fast, for the strength behind the blow of a horse's hind legs was striking. So, instead, the brindled mare had another plan. It was obvious where she was aiming; maybe Raxa could use that?
The mare turned a bit, the blow landing on her shoulder. It had struck near the edge of the portion covered by a mass of muscle and skin, enough so that it would give Raxa the pain she needed to convince the mare it had hurt more than it looked like. Raxa faltered some, taking the weight off of her front leg corresponding with the wounded shoulder. She watched the challenger shifting to her right in an effort to get away before a blow could be struck.
Typical; landing an attack, then moving away in an effort to avoid getting hurt. Raxa was no such mare; she would not move away unless she'd suffered a serious injury, and even then, she'd do her best to remain in the fight without having to retreat.
Raxa's ears flattened against her skull as she let out an angry squeal. She lunged at the challenger mare, going up on her hind legs as she did so. As her front legs started coming down, in an effort to block the mare from coming back up at her in the same fashion, Raxa aimed her teeth for the mare's neck. She'd performed this many times before, knowing it was normally a successful move. Even if the challenger tried to move out of the way, normally, the bite just landed somewhere else.
So, either way, a win-win situation, no matter how much damage it caused.