10-25-2015, 10:28 PM
Though Chezter is quick to make an appearance, Astri is not so quick to rush into this battle. She takes her time to evaluate the situation. It's cold - the ground is nearly frozen solid. There'll be little to no traction in this fight, and she's got to keep that at the forefront of her mind. There's a bitter wind that bites into her eyes and causes her to blink rapidly, so she raises her vibrant green nose to the wind and smells the stallion coming. Her head snaps around to pinpoint him, ears rising while she re-positions to face his oncoming attack. She keeps him clearly in her line of sight and keeps her hind legs spread out to give her body a solid foundation.
His first attempt is aimed at her head, so she prepares and rises in a rear to meet his attack head-on. His hooves rake against her front legs, and she returns the favor - kicking out with her forelegs with the hope that she'll bruise or break the tender skin on his front limbs. His bite does little damage, but he does manage to come away with a mouthful of her viridian mane which makes for a rather comical picture. She drops to the ground and skirts to her right, carefully moving in a 180 degree circle so that her hind end is now in his own face. She bucks, hoping that she'll hit him squarely in the nose or somewhere in his face, and then she trots ahead to put some distance between them.
One leg - her left fore - is trembling from the effort. There's a tear in the skin and a sharp pain accompanies each step, but she pushes through it, saving the worry for a time when the adrenaline has worn off.
His first attempt is aimed at her head, so she prepares and rises in a rear to meet his attack head-on. His hooves rake against her front legs, and she returns the favor - kicking out with her forelegs with the hope that she'll bruise or break the tender skin on his front limbs. His bite does little damage, but he does manage to come away with a mouthful of her viridian mane which makes for a rather comical picture. She drops to the ground and skirts to her right, carefully moving in a 180 degree circle so that her hind end is now in his own face. She bucks, hoping that she'll hit him squarely in the nose or somewhere in his face, and then she trots ahead to put some distance between them.
One leg - her left fore - is trembling from the effort. There's a tear in the skin and a sharp pain accompanies each step, but she pushes through it, saving the worry for a time when the adrenaline has worn off.