09-14-2015, 01:40 PM
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Emmerly outmaneuvered Lyris for the first attack, but it seems the other is wise to her ways the second time around. As she’s rearing, her legs pressed tightly together at the joint, she can feel the winds start to swirl around her. The dried clay rises up in little red tornados, particles hitting her legs as Lyris pulls them towards herself. It’s an annoyance at first, but as time seems almost to slow, the paint mare realizes that far more is coming. The weather-manipulator lashes out then, the full force of her gathered gales rushing at Emmerly. She’s still in mid-air at this point, still vulnerable because of her unsteady position. She can tell that her attack will be useless now, and truly, she’s more worried about saving herself from tipping over at this point. Fortunately, she had never meant for her hooves to strike Lyris – only to push her pressed knees squarely into the mare’s hindquarters – so her legs have never been fully extended. The winds force her backwards into an awkward, quickened fall, but cause no other damage.
Lyris immediately begins her second attack after Em’s hooves hit the ground. She’s surprised when her opponent hops forward even further, however. Emmerly had already been targeting Lyris’s hindquarters before, and combined with the distance the wind had created between them, she’s not sure how far the mare’s kick can possibly reach. It does catch the paint off guard, at least. Because they are still mostly perpendicular (though Em has fallen a little to her right, closer to Lyris’s flying hooves) the mare’s attack manages to connect. She grunts when she feels the sting of hooves against her right shoulder. The blow is harder than she’d thought possible, given their positioning, but it is not marrow-shaking or a cause for retirement. It’ll certainly be sore for weeks, though.
Lyris streaks off once her buck-kick is completed. Emmerly tries a ginger step, wincing when she flexes her soon-to-be-bruised right shoulder muscles, before she picks up a canter after her. Her movement is not as smooth as it had been before, but she doggedly tries to keep up with her opponent. When she thinks she’s near enough, Emmerly reaches forward, snaking her neck out towards the ever-advancing figure of the Amazon mare. She opens her jaws as much as she can, aiming a bite at the croup region just above her tail. Where and if her teeth connect, Emmerly creates a small flame in her mouth to hopefully accompany the bite with a burn. It won’t be much of a burn – she can only manipulate tiny bursts of fire – but it might be enough of a distraction to make Lyris pause.
She hopes it is, because her shoulder is throbbing madly at her attempt to keep up.
The red dirt churns below eight sets of hooves naturally, unlike before when Lyris’s trait had pulled it from stillness. Both of the mares waste energy playing chase, so by the time Em is able to form her next attack, she hopes she isn’t the only one slightly out of breath. She manages to come alongside the appaloosa’s left side, running parallel to and just behind her. The Gates warrior springs forward, throwing her weight into her front legs and raising her hindquarters into the air in order to kick out with her hooves. She leans heavily into her left front shoulder, trying to spare her aching right shoulder any further grief. The maneuver still hurts, though. She grits her teeth and tries to power through it.
Her unevenly distributed weight is reflected throughout her entire body, and results in an uneven kick. She unwittingly pivots a little, her right rear leg reaching further out than her left. Emmerly aims for the mare’s ribcage, hoping to strike an area with high probability of damage. There is muscle covering the region, but a very low amount of protective fat. A hit here could result in a cracked or fractured rib, severely limiting Lyris’s movement and ability to pull a large quantity of air into her legs for battle. She’s further behind the appaloosa’s movements than she’d like to be, though. Em thinks if anything, her right hoof will catch Lyris on the flank, further back than the ribs. This area, too, is sensitive and if hit, will probably swell. She imagines they’ll have matching bruises more than anything, but she has to wait to find out.
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<p class="emmerly_name">Emmerly</p><p class="emmerly_quote">walter x valien</p></div></css></center>
ooc: thanks for being so understanding <3
Emmerly outmaneuvered Lyris for the first attack, but it seems the other is wise to her ways the second time around. As she’s rearing, her legs pressed tightly together at the joint, she can feel the winds start to swirl around her. The dried clay rises up in little red tornados, particles hitting her legs as Lyris pulls them towards herself. It’s an annoyance at first, but as time seems almost to slow, the paint mare realizes that far more is coming. The weather-manipulator lashes out then, the full force of her gathered gales rushing at Emmerly. She’s still in mid-air at this point, still vulnerable because of her unsteady position. She can tell that her attack will be useless now, and truly, she’s more worried about saving herself from tipping over at this point. Fortunately, she had never meant for her hooves to strike Lyris – only to push her pressed knees squarely into the mare’s hindquarters – so her legs have never been fully extended. The winds force her backwards into an awkward, quickened fall, but cause no other damage.
Lyris immediately begins her second attack after Em’s hooves hit the ground. She’s surprised when her opponent hops forward even further, however. Emmerly had already been targeting Lyris’s hindquarters before, and combined with the distance the wind had created between them, she’s not sure how far the mare’s kick can possibly reach. It does catch the paint off guard, at least. Because they are still mostly perpendicular (though Em has fallen a little to her right, closer to Lyris’s flying hooves) the mare’s attack manages to connect. She grunts when she feels the sting of hooves against her right shoulder. The blow is harder than she’d thought possible, given their positioning, but it is not marrow-shaking or a cause for retirement. It’ll certainly be sore for weeks, though.
Lyris streaks off once her buck-kick is completed. Emmerly tries a ginger step, wincing when she flexes her soon-to-be-bruised right shoulder muscles, before she picks up a canter after her. Her movement is not as smooth as it had been before, but she doggedly tries to keep up with her opponent. When she thinks she’s near enough, Emmerly reaches forward, snaking her neck out towards the ever-advancing figure of the Amazon mare. She opens her jaws as much as she can, aiming a bite at the croup region just above her tail. Where and if her teeth connect, Emmerly creates a small flame in her mouth to hopefully accompany the bite with a burn. It won’t be much of a burn – she can only manipulate tiny bursts of fire – but it might be enough of a distraction to make Lyris pause.
She hopes it is, because her shoulder is throbbing madly at her attempt to keep up.
The red dirt churns below eight sets of hooves naturally, unlike before when Lyris’s trait had pulled it from stillness. Both of the mares waste energy playing chase, so by the time Em is able to form her next attack, she hopes she isn’t the only one slightly out of breath. She manages to come alongside the appaloosa’s left side, running parallel to and just behind her. The Gates warrior springs forward, throwing her weight into her front legs and raising her hindquarters into the air in order to kick out with her hooves. She leans heavily into her left front shoulder, trying to spare her aching right shoulder any further grief. The maneuver still hurts, though. She grits her teeth and tries to power through it.
Her unevenly distributed weight is reflected throughout her entire body, and results in an uneven kick. She unwittingly pivots a little, her right rear leg reaching further out than her left. Emmerly aims for the mare’s ribcage, hoping to strike an area with high probability of damage. There is muscle covering the region, but a very low amount of protective fat. A hit here could result in a cracked or fractured rib, severely limiting Lyris’s movement and ability to pull a large quantity of air into her legs for battle. She’s further behind the appaloosa’s movements than she’d like to be, though. Em thinks if anything, her right hoof will catch Lyris on the flank, further back than the ribs. This area, too, is sensitive and if hit, will probably swell. She imagines they’ll have matching bruises more than anything, but she has to wait to find out.
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<p class="emmerly_name">Emmerly</p><p class="emmerly_quote">walter x valien</p></div></css></center>
ooc: thanks for being so understanding <3