As she is met head first by her pale cousin, the battle maiden does not flinch or pull away. She immediately recognized what the freckled mare was doing and Ragnfridr does not take kindly to it. Ragnfridr responded with aggression as she pinned her ears and arched her thick muscled neck. She smells of recent injury, too though the mark was nowhere to be seen from this angle. She can still feel the burn from the tear in her skin at her hip from the little pony she'd quarreled with (and miraculously let cover her). Unlike many, Ragnfridr did not allow herself to be preconceived as anything but raw power.

An explosive squeal escaped the buckskin mare, and she struck her foot out in response to the pale warriors display of dominance. The battle maiden, unlike many of the content and happily fat herd mares did not hesitate to pull the trigger and and often took the steps further with the aggression often associated with stallions – particularly devastating and experienced fighters in their prime. The pressure mounted and her threat caved into action. The battle maiden lashed out suddenly, her lips peel back and yellow teeth lead her charge for the face of the Valkyrie.

Though, the battle maiden does not stop there.

If Reginleif were smart, she'd pull back to give Ragnfridr her space (and potentially recoil with an attack of her own), though Ragnfridr simply did not allow it. She pushed forward and lifted onto her haunches and boxed downward with angry front feet that meant business.