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<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alegreya|Poiret One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>#josc3{background:url('http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/insane43/mikanicole-deviantart-bg_zpsdtw9qpsx.jpg');background-size:600px;width:600px;border:#151412 1px solid;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #151412;padding:0px;}#josc3pic{width:600px;z-index:0;position:relative;margin-top:0px;}#josc3box{width:550px;background-color:#3f4660;border:#151412 1px inset;opacity:0.8;z-index:1;position:relative;margin-top:-60px;margin-bottom:25px;}#josc3words{width:540px;color:#000000;font-family: 'Alegreya', serif;font-size:14px;}#josc3name{color:#f7f6f4;font-family: 'Poiret One', sans-serif;font-size:40px;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:0px;margin-top:0px;}#josc3quote{color:#f7f6f4;font-family: 'Poiret One', sans-serif;font-size:12px;text-transform:uppercase;font-style:italic;}#josc3quote2{color:#000000;font-family: 'Alegreya', serif;font-size:14px;font-style:italic;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:-8px;}</style><center><div id="josc3"><div id="josc3pic"><img width="600px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/insane43/mikanicole-deviantart_zpsdwryaalu.png"></div><div id="josc3box"><p id="josc3quote">There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.</p><p align="justify" id="josc3words">In retrospect, she is grateful her second attack had failed. Even as she sails over his back, the tips of her hooves just missing him as he falls away, wing shielding his eye, she knows the attack hadn’t been well planned. She has the advantage in the air. Therefore, it would behoove her to keep him there. Where he must use his massive wings to keep him aloft, she need only think of flight to keep herself in the air. Much like one might tell their leg to lift so that they can take a step, she need only tell her body to fly and she is in air. And correspondingly, in order to turn, stop, or land, the same process applies. It gives her an edge and maneuverability in flight that most would not have.
Slowing her sideways flight, she glances back, searching for the bay stallion. He has dropped lower in the sky, wings beating rhythmically as he flies in tight circles. She drops swiftly, preparing to make another attack when she realizes what he is attempting to do. The turbulence of his hastily created vortex buffets her as he shoots heavenward. Had she wings, the chaotic wind likely would have caught her, sending her spinning. As it is, the gale tugs at her, whipping her dark locks against her, stinging her flesh. Fortunately the wind does not send her into a tail spin as he had likely hoped, instead merely spitting her out the side of the rapidly dying cyclone.
Her disorientation is brief, quickly allowing her to shoot up into the sky to follow him. He is already coming for her, intent upon his own attack. Rather than avoiding him, she meets the attack head on. As his front limbs tangle with hers, hooves scraping against the skin of her cannons and fetlocks, she stretches her neck forward, head tipping sideways as her blunt teeth snap at his head. She aims for his eyes (as well as she can aim, at least). Even knowing that her teeth are largely rather useless in a fight, if she can get lucky enough to get his eye, she could actually do some damage. It is more likely that he would jerk his head upwards, but if she could get his nose, she might have a chance of doing some damage there and restricting his breathing. Or, given how difficult actually hitting her target would be, she could scrape her teeth against somewhere completely unimportant, at best leaving an abrasion that <i>might</i> bleed. Still, some chance is better than none, considering the attack had been driven purely by proximity and opportunity.
Untangling her legs roughly from his, she shoots upwards swiftly, drawing on all of her speed and maneuverability to outstrip him. Her right leg is sore, a thin trickle of blood running down from a shallow wound where a jagged edge of his hoof had caught. It is a surface wound only though, on her cannon just above her fetlock. There is no muscle there to damage, and fortunately he had not severed the tendon that lies beneath the skin. Extending her leg might be an issue for a few days, but she is fairly certain it will heal without issue.
She does not wait before executing her next attack. Glancing below her to find Killdare, she drops swiftly from the sky. She aims directly for his backside, her powerful rear legs drawn up until she is only feet from him. Using her weight and momentum against him, she kicks her rear limbs downwards, muscles adding to the force of her attack. Really any place her feet might hit would work for her. The back is sensitive, the muscles radiating from the back, neck, and rump responsible for controlling many other portions of the body. Her attack could, if successful, severely limit his mobility. Adversely, she could hit either one of his wings. While less damaging overall, it would still not be a total loss as his flight would be impaired.</p><p id="josc3name">Joscelin</p><p id="josc3quote2">Tiphon x Elysteria</p></div></div><font size="1" color="#000000">html c insane | picture c mikanicole.deviantart.com</font></center>
Slowing her sideways flight, she glances back, searching for the bay stallion. He has dropped lower in the sky, wings beating rhythmically as he flies in tight circles. She drops swiftly, preparing to make another attack when she realizes what he is attempting to do. The turbulence of his hastily created vortex buffets her as he shoots heavenward. Had she wings, the chaotic wind likely would have caught her, sending her spinning. As it is, the gale tugs at her, whipping her dark locks against her, stinging her flesh. Fortunately the wind does not send her into a tail spin as he had likely hoped, instead merely spitting her out the side of the rapidly dying cyclone.
Her disorientation is brief, quickly allowing her to shoot up into the sky to follow him. He is already coming for her, intent upon his own attack. Rather than avoiding him, she meets the attack head on. As his front limbs tangle with hers, hooves scraping against the skin of her cannons and fetlocks, she stretches her neck forward, head tipping sideways as her blunt teeth snap at his head. She aims for his eyes (as well as she can aim, at least). Even knowing that her teeth are largely rather useless in a fight, if she can get lucky enough to get his eye, she could actually do some damage. It is more likely that he would jerk his head upwards, but if she could get his nose, she might have a chance of doing some damage there and restricting his breathing. Or, given how difficult actually hitting her target would be, she could scrape her teeth against somewhere completely unimportant, at best leaving an abrasion that <i>might</i> bleed. Still, some chance is better than none, considering the attack had been driven purely by proximity and opportunity.
Untangling her legs roughly from his, she shoots upwards swiftly, drawing on all of her speed and maneuverability to outstrip him. Her right leg is sore, a thin trickle of blood running down from a shallow wound where a jagged edge of his hoof had caught. It is a surface wound only though, on her cannon just above her fetlock. There is no muscle there to damage, and fortunately he had not severed the tendon that lies beneath the skin. Extending her leg might be an issue for a few days, but she is fairly certain it will heal without issue.
She does not wait before executing her next attack. Glancing below her to find Killdare, she drops swiftly from the sky. She aims directly for his backside, her powerful rear legs drawn up until she is only feet from him. Using her weight and momentum against him, she kicks her rear limbs downwards, muscles adding to the force of her attack. Really any place her feet might hit would work for her. The back is sensitive, the muscles radiating from the back, neck, and rump responsible for controlling many other portions of the body. Her attack could, if successful, severely limit his mobility. Adversely, she could hit either one of his wings. While less damaging overall, it would still not be a total loss as his flight would be impaired.</p><p id="josc3name">Joscelin</p><p id="josc3quote2">Tiphon x Elysteria</p></div></div><font size="1" color="#000000">html c insane | picture c mikanicole.deviantart.com</font></center>