[Judged] man of war, woman of sand

[Avdotya]

AVDOTYA
they have achieved nothing
altered nothing
and will die for n o t h i n g
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Her heart pitter-pattered with delight in the early furor of their match, reveling in the familiar rush that single combat brought to her hardened soul. This was where Avdotya thrived.

The moment she felt her spear meet his knee she began to watch him like a vulture would a carcass. She had kept herself in constant motion until Maxence spun away from her and thrust his wings to stir the soil underfoot, attempting to disturb her sight. She nearly chuckled at his efforts; had he forgotten where she was born? Where she trained and grew up? To her, the feeling of sand upon her eyes was as common as heat in the desert and a few flecks of dirt were no different. They were a minor irritation at best, but enough of a distraction to allow him time to reel back. When she saw him, the mare did not follow, nor did she flee to broaden the distance between them. Avdotya did not fear the violent crack of his whip, she welcomed it with a glare that challenged him to unfurl it upon her as she was certain he intended.

The moment Maxence lashed his weapon, she surged forward into the air, wincing for a second at the sting of the leather against her leg. It bit into her skin easily, drawing bright red blood from the fragile vessels that lay below. As it did so, Avdotya pulled the afflicted limb back, further advancing her forward motion towards him. The momentum brought her to the ground hard and fast, but the inward angle of her shoulder and neck supported the manner with which she landed and granted her a planned opportunity to roll with it. Where her shoulder made contact and slowed, her hind end continued to swing around towards the stallion. She kept her legs tucked to the very last moment until they were forcefully sprung loose towards the soft flesh of his chest.

A trail of blood seemed to follow Avdotya, perhaps having had a particularly sensitive vein hit from the lashing. She herself had a smattering of it along her belly, something she did not mind, but it was the intense burning that pulsed in her leg that truly bothered her now. It spurned a seething expression upon the rigid features of her face, lighting those amber eyes ablaze from where she lay. Hidden behind the animosity, pleasure flourished.

How long it had been since she was able to indulge in a duel.

GUESSWHO

Summary: Got a lil bit of dirt in her eye, jumped forward as Maxence lashed his whip around her leg (now she all bloody ty Max) and used that as a way to help her use the momentum to swing around as she hit the ground. Unleashes a strong kick aiming for the chest.

Attack Used: 2 
Attack(s) Left: 0 
Block Used: 0 
Block(s) Left: 1
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Response Deadline: September 3rd, 2017
Tags: @Maxence, @inkbone + @SID