Damned mare; although she'd caught him off guard, he'd managed to stay on his hooves as he stumbled forward, managing to catch his momentum even as he bled harshly from all her previous attacks. He quickly regained his light-footed balance as he once again began to circle her, although his eyes seemed to flicker every once in a while; as if he were mentally fighting with himself for dominance. Almost as if he had a split personality, in a way; but he felt a small rush of triumph as he scanned her body; she'd been injured after all.
But soon lost his balance as she turned around and kicked him at the tendons of his front legs, causing to fall briefly; though more in surprise rather than in pain. His face was emotionless as he once again surged to his feet; he'd had far worse wounds to account for, and this mare was about to see just how dangerous it was to fight a Kalona... and at that, think to survive! If she wanted to live, she'd either have to run for it or beg for mercy; he didn't care which, just as long as she knew that he was about to take this fight with true seriousness. With a silent roar of intimidation, rearing with kicking legs, glinting sharp hooves and wild eyes, he became a blur as soon as his front hooves touched the ground once more.
This time, he moved with a sureness only a warrior of his Clan could move; at least, within his mind, he felt that way. He had not trained for years and years just to be felled by a mare, much less a common, smart-attitude, idiotic mare who seemed to think that she could stand up to him; oh no, that would not do. He didn't care if she didn't give up; it only meant her death bell was tolling that much nearer... and he could taste it in the air. With a swiftness that was slightly muddled due to his injuries, he attacked and retreated, a bite, a snap, a kick; always, an attack and then a retreat; and then once more. A constant rain of miniature attacks that would slowly begin to show bruises, if not blood, only seconds later. "Prepare for death, mare, or run away to protect thy life!" he snarled in ancient Kalona tongue, not caring if she didn't understand him.
But soon lost his balance as she turned around and kicked him at the tendons of his front legs, causing to fall briefly; though more in surprise rather than in pain. His face was emotionless as he once again surged to his feet; he'd had far worse wounds to account for, and this mare was about to see just how dangerous it was to fight a Kalona... and at that, think to survive! If she wanted to live, she'd either have to run for it or beg for mercy; he didn't care which, just as long as she knew that he was about to take this fight with true seriousness. With a silent roar of intimidation, rearing with kicking legs, glinting sharp hooves and wild eyes, he became a blur as soon as his front hooves touched the ground once more.
This time, he moved with a sureness only a warrior of his Clan could move; at least, within his mind, he felt that way. He had not trained for years and years just to be felled by a mare, much less a common, smart-attitude, idiotic mare who seemed to think that she could stand up to him; oh no, that would not do. He didn't care if she didn't give up; it only meant her death bell was tolling that much nearer... and he could taste it in the air. With a swiftness that was slightly muddled due to his injuries, he attacked and retreated, a bite, a snap, a kick; always, an attack and then a retreat; and then once more. A constant rain of miniature attacks that would slowly begin to show bruises, if not blood, only seconds later. "Prepare for death, mare, or run away to protect thy life!" he snarled in ancient Kalona tongue, not caring if she didn't understand him.
