There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She had missed this, the heat of battle. It fires her blood in a way little else ever could. With her first attack successfully landed, she turns to retreat. But it is a mistake to believe such a retreat a sign of weakness. She is accustomed to fighting opponents larger than herself, and when one is on the smaller side, one must fight smarter, not harder. In a contest of strength, there are few she could truly hope to compete with. While it is true that physically, the other mare is quite similar to her, she would not change a tried and true method for so paltry a reason.
Let her opponent wear herself out with unnecessary brute force. She could wait, could play the defensive, and strike when opportunity presents itself.
Raxa does not seem terribly inclined to let her simply move away. Instead she follows her. Though her shoulder appears to be somewhat painful, her retaliatory strike is swift and sure. Joscelin can feel the mare brush past her left side, the angry squeal ringing in her ears. She catches the blur of her opponent lunging, the gnashing of blunt teeth. Ducking her head down and slightly to the right, she throws her weight onto her forehand.
The roan mare had inadvertently offered Joscelin the perfect counter-attack in her haste to keep Joscelin from escaping. Even as she feels the scrape of teeth against flesh, the sharp sting of hair being ripped from skin, she is throwing back her hind legs in a powerful buck. With her shift in weight, she had managed to aim her rear legs at the other mare’s right haunch, albeit at a rather sharp angle. Her target is the exposed stifle, an area that, if hit, could hinder foreword movement quite significantly. Still, even should her aim not be precise, she has a good chance of hitting either Raxa’s flank or sensitive underbelly. A hit to either one of these locations could have quite a significant impact on her ability to execute future attacks. Should her kick land well enough, she might even cause internal damage, something sure to win her this fight.
As her hooves fall back to earth, Joscelin leaps forward, using her ability to fly in order to make a clean getaway. Landing with a thump nearly twenty feet away, she turns to face her opponent, golden gaze glittering. The muscling of her neck throbs, the scrape (and no doubt bruising soon enough) near the base making its presence known. But, while painful, it is only a flesh wound, the thin layer of blood it had released already drying against her skin.
She is done playing offense though. This time, she would make her opponent come to her.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria
I'm so sorry for the delay. My computer died while I was writing the post before and I ended up having to write the whole thing again D':