**Ringing herself from Sage's grasp** -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 15:31:41 07/12/01 Thu
Author: Strife
Subject: **Ringing herself from Sage's grasp**
In reply to: heavens angel 's message, "the young mare leaps forward" on 15:06:44 07/12/01 Thu

Ringing herself free from Sage's grasp she lunged into Heaven's Angel - toppling the pitiful mare over in one thrust of her barreling gray shoulder.
::Can't you see - this is Sage's fight and she doesn't want you here - run before you get hurt!::
She gathers herself and dives at the mare - her teeth seeking the back of her cannons and ripping at her tendons and suspensories until the flesh and muscles lay raw and hanging from her bones.
Seeing the mare infeebled the ashen turns again to Sage - she steps out into a trot - shaking her head to rid the sticky fluids that seeped into her eyes. She steps out into a trot - her deep shoulders moving effortlessly despite her battle wounds - her eyes are alight with fascination. How could one be labeled so kind and good yet be such a good fighter?
Crouching back on haunches the silver charges at Sage - her head low to the ground and her legs taking huge swooping strides. She breezes beside the mare - her teeth raking across the mares stomach and tearing open her gaskin muscles as she did to the other's cannons. She pulls up 100 feet behind the other - smiling wickedly and gazing proudly upon her handy work - a trade mark of hers. In every game she has stepped and faught she has ripped oopen legt muscles to prevent her foe from moving - or atleast limiting it. Taking out one of Sage's hind legs will kep her from kicks and rears.
::Here's a riddel for you Angel - If combat makes up half the war - what makes up the sequal. It comes from books and teaching and life - expereince has no equal...what is it?

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Replies:

*winces in pain but doesn't let it get to her* -- Sage, 19:18:30 07/12/01 Thu
the mare cry's in pain -- heavens angel, 02:11:36 07/13/01 Fri
*glances at her friend* -- Sage, 22:14:43 07/13/01 Fri
**She raises her sculptured face - her eyes alight with an mercyless vim** -- Strife, 11:49:28 07/14/01 Sat
*looks away thinking of her past* -- Sage, 01:01:47 07/15/01 Sun
**Rolls her eyes** -- Strife, 16:19:49 07/15/01 Sun
*glares at her* -- Sage, 17:03:01 07/15/01 Sun
OOC: -- Sage, 15:15:00 07/16/01 Mon
back now -- Sage, 17:06:08 07/19/01 Thu

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