AVDOTYA
they have achieved nothing
altered nothing
and will die for n o t h i n g
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they have achieved nothing
altered nothing
and will die for n o t h i n g
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The moment he began to react to her motion, Avdotya's mind flipped itself from its offensive lines of thought and took to defense mode. She had taken a risk in throwing herself to the ground and now it was time to save her own hide before Maxence's hooves found their way to the delicate bones in her legs. He did, however, rouse some animosity in the mare's heart, for a broken bone - especially one that lay in her ankle - would have spelled disaster for her. A break like that was no easy injury to overcome, she would have been out for months; that he would so easily chance such a thing in a mere spar left her feeling apprehensive of him. Nevertheless, this was no time to ponder her indignation.
As the stallion heaved his body partway into the air, the desert woman made a swift grab for her spear and gouged it deep into the dirt beside her. She held it firmly between her teeth and forced her strength against the shaft, using that as a way to haul her hind end off and escape his oncoming hooves. Even with her body in the process of rolling away from Maxence's aim, she sought to further solidify her safety by summoning the ground beneath her rump to abandon its stillness; it jerked upwards, without grace or any form of refinement, but it was more than enough to allow Avdotya more speed in the swing of her hip.
Crash.
She felt the thud of his strike upon the earth when he landed, thinking again of what it could have done to her legs and then leapt to her feet. Her ears were already flat against her neck when she spun to look at him, but it was the burning in her amber eyes to truly conveyed her emotions. In spite of the stinging that coiled around her wounded foreleg, Avdotya's focus was set entirely on Maxence. "Are you bloody mad?" She hissed. "That connects in just the right way and I am of no damned use to you or the Court." The regent understood the heat of battle and its ability to hinder one's thinking, though it was no excuse in her mind. She knew not of the workings of spars in whatever land he heiled from, but even in the harsh conditions of the Davke, none sought to truly maim in a mock battle.
With her ire hanging heavily in the air around them, Avdotya turned away from him and started home on a labouring leg. "Fucking clot already, will you?" She muttered angrily to the blood that still dribbled from her cut. Perhaps she would need some time to simmer before their next run-in...
Summary: Used her spear to help roll away faster, then added some extra 'oomph' by forcing the ground up a little from under her booty. Got real mad. sry max ;o;
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used:
Response Deadline: n/a, end of battle!
Tags: @Maxence, @inkbone + @SID
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used:
Response Deadline: n/a, end of battle!
Tags: @Maxence, @inkbone + @SID
