[mock] Breckin vs Viserion

[Breckin]

The leopard mare is a bit caught off guard when her partner shifts forward as her aching neck drops toward his chest, but it is not enough to keep her from meeting his scaled hide.  Her thinking pattern lapses momentarily as her teeth find purchase against the scales of his left shoulder, unable to contemplate what his counterattack may be in that passing moment.  She had already extended her rear limbs towards his lower left hind leg when she realizes that he was winding up for his own version of the attack she was already carrying out.  Chastising herself for not seeing this coming, she hardly notices the pressured thud of her own hooves meeting the armor of his left gaskin.  Luckily she had already braced her front half as well as she could and was leaning away from him towards the left.  Still leaning towards the left as far she could without losing balance, gravity carries her hindquarters back to a descent.  As her rear section falls she realizes there is little she can do to move that part of her body away from his attack.  So as she falls, she attempts to soften her muscles to better absorb the strike that will inevitably come.  His striking rear limb thankfully meets with muscles of her right thigh instead of bone, but it does little to lessen the burden of sharp pain as his hoof digs into her.  Audibly, she gasps as the pain seems to radiate from her right thigh, to her right shoulder, and to the top of her crest while she blinks unshed tears out of her eyes.  Another superficial tear is left upon her right thigh, though the deadening ache lingering in the musculature there will no doubt make movement painful for quite some time after.

All eight hooves between them have finally returned to the ground, and she merely stands where she had landed.  Dark brown eyes scan rapidly around her, only to land upon his orange and black frame as he moves away and then rounds to face her.  Sides heaving from strain and exertion, she can feel her eyes narrow on their own accord, internally cursing him for his scales that guarded his flesh so well.  Clearly she would come out of the scenario looking the worst between the two of them.  The blood upon her right shoulder and right thigh trickle down the white of her body, but she refuses to move out of fear knowing that her entire right side will protest the action.  And so she stands still for now, only dropping her pale head into a respectful nod towards her dance partner.  A sigh pushes through her lips in relief that it was finally over, and knowing that she would in fact, come away from this bout with knew knowledge.


@[Viserion]