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Date Posted: 15:16:49 01/08/03 Wed
- Her petty insults have no effect, simply calmly observes her battles stance, and taking on one of her own. Is utterly still, all her attention on aerial and not wasted on movement, yet her muscles are noticeably tensed and ready to uncoil instinctively. Continues to observe, slinking closer with carefully planted, cautious steps. Muzzle is tucked to her chest, ears laid upon her poll in a violent manner. Suddenly vaults forward, not even twitching a muscle or moving an eyelash to give any indication of her impending attack. Both ragged-tipped fore hooves imbed themselves in her ribcage, carveing there way down to return to the turf, sticking close to the other mares body, so any attempted kicks from that range wouldn’t have enough momentum to do much damage. As that distracts her, and before her front hooves have even contacted the ground, twists nimbly in mid-air, Both hind hooves impacting her sternum (breastbone), thrusting as much force into the incredibly vital bone as she can muster, then propelling herself off her breastbone to Land a safe distance away…- (short n sweet n crappy…but I was rushed :) )
†Hell†
†On†
†Hooves†
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