Battle School: 8D I love hyenas!

This is not Scylla's first time in Battle School. She has been here before, though not with enough frequency to grow comfortable with the surroundings. Thankfully, now it is not chilly, and she doesn't have to constantly prance around in order to keep herself warm and ready to fight. She calls for Strandwolf, and then she is silent, waiting for him with little more than shifting weight.

Eventually, she sees him through the thick fog, a caramel shadow breaking through the lowered clouds. She tenses, preparing to leap away from him-- he is running strait for her, and she thinks he is going to ram her, and thus she's ready to move backwards and to the side.
He takes her by surprise, however, dodging off to her left side at the last minute. She barely has time to react, so she swings herself towards him and forward, hoping to throw him off and get her vital leg bones out of his reach. She only partially succeeds-- his hooves connect to the metatarsus, but when Strand had intended them to, when the power would have the most momentum-- rather, the front of his hooves connected as he raised them, leaving lighter bruises then they would otherwise, and she was out of his way when he came down again. It hurts to put pressure on the leg, but it's standable- it will still support her weight, though her speed might be diminished,

He was preparing for his second attack, but so was Scylla. An eye on him while he circled, she wasn't expecting him to come at her mid-stride. She noticed seconds to late, attempting to sidestep quickly away from him, to her left. No cigar, she started moving too late-- though her reaction did jerk her away from the worst of the damage once again. his hooves graze her canon bone, and she hisses in pain. That will impeed her future movements.

Now the ball is hers for attacks. He's bruised her on her front left and her back right, though the front left is the worst of her wounds thusfar. She begins to prance, keeping as much weight off her front leg as possible. She attempts to keep up with any movements he might make, adjusting herself so she can still circle around him. Once she's rounded his left flank, she stops suddenly and moves as fast as her leg will let her, putting her weight on her right side and aiming a hard cow-kick at his hock, aiming for the back of the knee bones therein. Her kick has reach-- moving away might take him out of the worst of it, and movingn forward or back might make it graze, but it will probably hurt no matter where it hits. Not as much as it might normally, though-- her bruises on her back right leg don't let her put ALL of her weight on it, and so the kick doesn't quite have as much momentum as it normally would.

She doesn't lag around for his reaction, however. As soon as her hoof gets where it was supposed to, she jerks it back and is once again moving, keeping as much weight off her front leg as possible. In fact, she begins to trot away from him, moving several yards away, before wheeling around and preparing for a charge. She goes as fast as her injuries will allow, cringing slightly every time one of the wounded legs' hooves hit the ground, but she doesn't allow her pace to slow. She takes a page from his book-- a few yards away, she dodges to his right, putting the worst of her weight on her right front. As she passes him, she aims a kick with her left back leg to his right front leg, aiming once again for the back of the knee joint. She is hoping the momentum of her run gives the attack more power, hopefully enough to prevent him from making a return.