05-24-2018, 06:59 PM
The spotted mare is unsurprised when a sharpness is felt where her crest meets her withers while her head is lowered and hoping to catch him off balance. There is enough force behind his attack to cause great, bruising pain. Even though he has caused her physical pain now, she reaps no satisfaction when she feels her rear hooves meet with something solid; battle is not something she is fond of. Breckin swings her head back around to face Viserion after her blow is dealt; she needs to try to be able to see where he will be coming from. The aching pain alights in her neck, but she does not allow it to hinder her completely.
Viserion is quick to approach. Inevitably he is intent on making contact and her instinct to freeze causes her to tense and brace fo impact. Logical thinking prevails however, as she forcibly exhales, urging her muscles to relax enough so that when he moves to strike she can attempt to roll away. As he moves closer, she shifts most of her weight to her hindquarters. He aims for her right shoulder, sending his front hooves outward and forcing her body to the left. She has already made her front half lighter, so as he pushes into her right shoulder, she rears as well, raising her front hooves about a foot off the ground. As Breckin pulls her front upward, she simultaneously attempts to roll with his punch as she leans to the left and away from his mass while using her rear footing as a pivot point. Somewhere nearby she hears the distinctive sound of teeth snapping at air. The full brunt of his attack does not find her moving body, but she does not go completely unscathed. Breckin finds a stinging sensation upon her right shoulder from where one of his hooves found its mark. The impact will leave a bruise and the cut is superficial, enough to draw a line of blood from her pale flesh.
Her front limbs find the clay packed ground again after the momentum of his hoof finding her right shoulder presumably sends her front half further away from him. At this point she hopes that her rear end has remained fairly well in place, thinking that perhaps from where she landed that their bodies would be nearly parallel and facing the same general direction with him at her right side. The ache in her crest is present again as she cranes her head down and backward towards the right, teeth and ambitions bared as she aims for what she believes to be his scaled chest or shoulder area, if he remains nearby, not intent on drawing blood. While her head is still downward, she rocks her weight to her front half. Her stance widens for bracing, while leaning to the left, drawing her rear limbs upward then outward and to the right into a cow-kick. Her strike is aimed where she believes his left hock or gaskin area to be, if he has not moved away, in order to hinder his movement.
Breckin's rear limbs meet with the ground once more, remaining where she lands, suspecting she is still in the near to where he is. Her eyes raise to scan her near proximity to better assess his position. Heart pounding in her chest, she tries to ignore thre protesting of her battle wounds and the voice in her head telling her she's hating every second of this.
@[Viserion]
Viserion is quick to approach. Inevitably he is intent on making contact and her instinct to freeze causes her to tense and brace fo impact. Logical thinking prevails however, as she forcibly exhales, urging her muscles to relax enough so that when he moves to strike she can attempt to roll away. As he moves closer, she shifts most of her weight to her hindquarters. He aims for her right shoulder, sending his front hooves outward and forcing her body to the left. She has already made her front half lighter, so as he pushes into her right shoulder, she rears as well, raising her front hooves about a foot off the ground. As Breckin pulls her front upward, she simultaneously attempts to roll with his punch as she leans to the left and away from his mass while using her rear footing as a pivot point. Somewhere nearby she hears the distinctive sound of teeth snapping at air. The full brunt of his attack does not find her moving body, but she does not go completely unscathed. Breckin finds a stinging sensation upon her right shoulder from where one of his hooves found its mark. The impact will leave a bruise and the cut is superficial, enough to draw a line of blood from her pale flesh.
Her front limbs find the clay packed ground again after the momentum of his hoof finding her right shoulder presumably sends her front half further away from him. At this point she hopes that her rear end has remained fairly well in place, thinking that perhaps from where she landed that their bodies would be nearly parallel and facing the same general direction with him at her right side. The ache in her crest is present again as she cranes her head down and backward towards the right, teeth and ambitions bared as she aims for what she believes to be his scaled chest or shoulder area, if he remains nearby, not intent on drawing blood. While her head is still downward, she rocks her weight to her front half. Her stance widens for bracing, while leaning to the left, drawing her rear limbs upward then outward and to the right into a cow-kick. Her strike is aimed where she believes his left hock or gaskin area to be, if he has not moved away, in order to hinder his movement.
Breckin's rear limbs meet with the ground once more, remaining where she lands, suspecting she is still in the near to where he is. Her eyes raise to scan her near proximity to better assess his position. Heart pounding in her chest, she tries to ignore thre protesting of her battle wounds and the voice in her head telling her she's hating every second of this.
@[Viserion]