He stood watching her, looking over her, smiling his usual mischevious grin. Walking in a circle around where she stood, he snickered, seeing the wounds. "Having second thoughts now?" Coming in for another attack, he was just about to bump into her when he lifted straight up into the air, then let himself fall while he was over her head.
Diving to the side to avoid his blow, she lifted her sword, and aimed for his middle. With all the force of his fall, she prayed it would do some damage. Her eyes danced with excitemant, for nothing enthralled her more then fighting. Wit angainst wit, strength against strength. Her muscles rippled beneath sunkissed skin, as she held the blade, tense and ready for an impact, hoping there would be one.
I never second guess my decisions, no time for regrets in life. The only thing i'll have second thoughts on is walking away from this fight without you dead!
She hollered, bracing herself, for if he were to pull up at the last moment, she'd need to jump aside to avoid any other attacks from him, if that was even possible.
Sighing sarcastically, he watched her hold up the sword, expecting it by now. His wings whih had been still suddenly beat in a huge updraft, and he used a back hoof to knock the sword away from her. Landing right next to the witch, he threw forward his wings, slashing at her with new-found zest.
"I'm touched." The speed and velocity of his wings raised much dust, and many of the people watching had to cover their eyes. "You know what your problem is? You use the same defence too many times, and fail to consider attack. A little bit of advice from yours truly. Maybe if you challenged me more I'd be less bored at the moment." Cackling, he went in for the kill.
Well sorry my antics don't amuse you Comanche, but last time i checked, we were fighting, not ballroom dancing.
She spat, rolling away from him and jumping to her feet. So he wanted new defenses, lifting a small pouch from her belt, she took a pinch of black powder, and tossed it at his feet, sending fire and explosions everywhere. She'd probably have to remind him that it wasn't her powers, just a little trick she'd devised for such a time, and did she have plenty of them. Tucking it away again, she grabbed her daggers. From here on out, she would be the defense, allowing him to attack. Perhaps that was a better idea, yes yes, twould be much easier on her.
Smirking, he watched her throw the powder at him. So she wanted to fight dirty. How fun. Circling her at a walk, he eyed her defenses. Daggers, of course. He snorted. Did she really rely on a pointy object? If she was going to defend, she was in a bad position to do it. Think of it like soccer. If the goaly wasn't ready, you could get the ball to the goal. He halted as he got a little to her right, keeping an eye on her left shoulder. Suddenly spinning on his hauches he charged, making sure that she didn't know what was up his sleeve.
As he turned, she dove to the right, but his shoulder still connected with her back, sending her off balance. It took her a moment to regain herself, but she didn't wait to see what was happening next. She spun around, daggers poised, she did not have any other defenses about her, he had many to his disposal. But she refused to be unfair and use her powers. So again she took a pounch, this time the powder was blue, and sent hot smoke everywhere, getting into ones eyes and burning like hell. With the momentarily lake of sight, she dove away from him, waiting with things to settle, and his next attack.
As the smoke cleared, he stood in front of her, peirecing gaze meeting her own. His breath was normal, although blood ran down his body. The feeling of the liquid made him want to fight more, but he knew it would have no say if they did. Neither could beat each other, they could only fight for eons and hope one won.
"Tire? How can you tire of such fun?" Smirking still, it was time this fight ended. There were more to come, ones much less breif, but for now they would live in uneasy peace. Besides, he still needed to pay a visit to the lady of Thorgrim. Her father had died, and political allies had to meet sometimes. Turning around, he lifting his wings and left the ground. Over his shoulder, he called. "This is far from over."
She nodded, heaving a sigh and gathering her weapons, slipping back into her cloak.
Until next time comanche.
With that, she snapped her fingers, and her pets came forth, sliding on the pegasi's back, she kneed him forward and up into the sky, not sparing a glance behind.
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