A failure from the Nemain would surely make its way back to her people quickly. Her sister would be the first to question her abilities, to question whether or not she was fit to be one of thee Morrigna. The Macha would be quick to defend her, though she would turn her criticizing gaze on her with fervor. Saying silently, do better, be better. If she could not win against one Solterran soldier, how was she to defend Solis' waters.
But in a moment she feels her teeth collide with the nape of his neck, tangles of mane flying into her mouth. Determination flood into amethyst eyes. Quickly extinguished by the heavy blow to her shoulder. Saoirse stumbles to the side, scrambling for a moment to get her feet under her as his weight nearly knocks her over. As she tries to recover she feels teeth briefly strike her flank, just barely missing the skin draped over her back, and she lets out a sharp curse. Though his intention may not be to damage such a token, it is not knowledge she holds. A fire took over her eyes as she spun around, sending up a cloud of dust behind her. She glanced at the time, each paper being flipped up by the second by some lowly page. 10 seconds. This was her shot, her one chance before the bell tolled once more to stop them.
She has no chance in slamming him. He is a creature of strength, and while muscles rip through her pelt, she is a creature of speed of agility. She darts around behind him, and spins so that she faces away, and kicks out sharply, holding her breath with hope that she may strike just above his hocks, hoping to strike him just the right way to knock a leg out from under him. As she does, she cna see the page picking up the bell, holding it ready to chime.
She hopes to strike before the chime does.
@Galileo @
