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[ChickieBooBoo]

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She nodded easily "Yes" Lifting her head defiantly she face him, her eyes cold

Aaron felt queasy for a moment, unsure of whether to kill this mare. He'd never attacked a female before...
He decided to get over his fears and reared up, his shiny hooves pawing the air.

She stared coldly at his uneasy face and charged the moment he reared, ducking beneath his hooves and ramming into his exposed belly. Toppling him over backwards, her small but sharp hooves beat down on his belly and chest with sharp, strong jabs. Then she leapt into the air and crashed back down on his chest and neck, knocking the wind from his body and backing away.

 

[Dutchgirl]

Hey! I couldn't defend myself!

Aaron jumped back up, unharmed. He pummeled Jingo with his hooves, striking her sharp in the ribs. He found a hold on her neck with his teeth and gripped tightly.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

(it was just one attack, he can retaliate)

She twisted around expertly and released a stinging blow to his belly, making him suck in air suddenly and release his grip on her neck. Before he could grab her again she lashed out with her back hooves in a buck that caught him in the jaw]

I g2g

 

[Dutchgirl]

Bye!

Aaron kicked her again, knocking her down.

(I g2g!)

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

She rolled to avoid his hooves and jumped back onto her feet, racing behind him to bite his side, causing it to bleed down his flank

 

[Dutchgirl]

He didn't stop to lick his wounds but bit down savagely on one ear, making it bleed furiously and color her forelock red. The ear was crumpled and Aaron knew, with almost a shock, that it would never be the same again.

 

[Dutchgirl]

I killed the thread.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Bucephalus watched the battle, confused. He wasn't sure why the two were fighting eachother, but he stuck around just in case things were to get nasty betweent the horses.

 

[BirdNut]

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How could you?!

 

[Dutchgirl]

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How could you?!

The brush and bracken barred Flip's way, and thorns raked at his sides. His once gleaming summer coat was filthy and dripping with blood. He pushed wearily on, trying not to think about SkyHerd. He didn't know where he was going, didn't want to. His head hung low, his black forelock ran into his eyes. It was wet with sweat and grew consistently wetter as a drizzling rain soaked him. He was miserable, was done for. Knew he was as good as dead. Thought about dying. Liked the idea. Then discarded it. He encountered a road and didn't stop at it, not caring whether the close-approaching vehicle hit him or not. He didn't even know whether he was dead, just that there was a screech of brakes and his shod hooves were still clip-clopping on the pavement. Then he entered the brush again. Didn't notice the screaming driver on the road. Didn't notice that she was dialing 911 on her cell phone. Couldn't have. Flip walked on, a miserable bloody mess.