Mock Battles

The thrill of this fight was intoxicating and Enigma fought against the temptation to give into the high: she had to remain focused. She felt her initial attack strike and though her foreleg ached with the impact of her hooves against his side and wing, she pressed on. Landing on her surely bruised leg made her wince in pain, gritting her teeth against the noise threatening to leave her, she is unprepared for his counter attack. Though the mare saw the stallion turn away after her attack, she was distracted with the pain of her leg. She tried to sidestep again, but was too slow. He hit true to his aim, again, and nearly knocked the wind out of her. Huffing with a slight squeal of pain, Enigma pushed herself forward with a quick flap of her wings, easing the soreness of the newly hit leg so movement away from him was quicker to achieve.

Limping as each left side leg struck the ground, she figured it would be better to take to the air for her final attack. Her takeoff would have to be different, not her normal "airplane" style run and then flap into the air, but more like your average bird. She is quickly in the air, her sore legs danging uselessly as she lets the wind soothe her mind from the pain her front and hind left legs were causing her. Soon she has circled around Wardance, eying him walking and watching her movements. Enigma has rarely used her wings and flight in combat, so it would be interesting to her to see how the outcome of her attack would be. The ground was dry and hard packed, surely some dust would be there but not enough to hinder sight, so that was out of the question. So she soared low over his head, taunting him almost before she passes him by and circles around again to regain lost altitude and make her final attack.

Feeling the air currents shift beneath her wings, she arcs gracefully between ground and sun tucking in her wings to her sides as she turns towards the ground. Falcon-style, she plummets towards Wardance, given that he hasn't tried to take flight even with broken bones as she heard them snap earlier. (and she'll apologize afterwards, because it is a friendly fight and she didn't want to break bones.) As she nears her target, moving her trajectory path with her target's movement, she shifts slightly, aiming for his rearend and tailbone area. Twenty feet or so from impact with the stallion, she backflaps to slow herself down and strikes out with her front legs. Whether her attack made contact with her opponent or not, Enigma arced her wings again and landed not far from the stallion in the final moments of the battle. Snorting as she limped to face him, she nods again, a smile evident, despite their injuries.