Of Horses and Heels

Emily lay there, groaning, unable to do much to stop Tawncal from turning her over. The sudden weight upon her shoulders, however, quickly brought her back to lucidity. Groaning with the pain of his hooves on her shoulders, Emily found herself incensed by his comment.

"Like hell I'm giving up!" Emily shouted, legs flailing as she tried to push herself up.

Tawncal moves his horse body over her legs, and doesn't move his bulk off of her shoulders, keeping them pinned under his hooves.
He knows that he has never managed to submit anyone this way, people always find a way to free themselves, but it's a kind of test.

Emily continued flailing about as Tawncal shifted himself so that he was standing with his horse body directly over her. The redhead grinned as an idea struck.

Big mistake.

Seeing the opportunity all but handed to her on a silver platter, Emily would attempt to kick straight back, trying to drive her legs into his horse body and not caring where she managed to hit him.

Tawncal sniggers as Emily looks desperate. But suddently the girl strikes his horse body with strength in her legs. The kicks hit his horse belly, and it's not pleasant. The Centaur could endure them, though not a long while, but above all he is afraid of receiving a kick at his sheath or at his balls, that's why he releases Emily and steps backward.

Emily couldn't help but feel some degree of triumph as she felt a few of her kicks strike something solid, Tawncal soon withdrawing. Rolling away from the Centaur, Emily would get back to her feet and watch the Centaur, waiting for an opportunity to get a few hits in on Tawncal.

Maybe she wouldn't win this match, but there was no way in hell she'd go down easy.

Tawncal moves toward her now more cautiously now, not charging. He tries to grab her and to send her to a turnbuckle.

Emily yelped as Tawncal Irish-whipped her, realizing all too late that she couldn't really counter. The redhead's back slammed into the turnbuckle soon enough, but Emily fought through it and quickly hopped on top of the turnbuckle. Trying to take back the initiative, Emily would leap from the turnbuckle with a Missile Dropkick, aiming for the Centaur's human body this time.

Tawncal manages to send Emily to the turnbuckle. Good. But he expects her to be temporarly stunned. When he follows the move, he finds Emily on top of the turnbuckle. Surprised, he takes the Missile Dropkick full force and grunts in pain, stepping backward. That grunt really sounds like an equine whinny actually.

Emily quickly hopped up to her feet, pleased that the Missile Dropkick had actually had some effect on him. Not giving him time to recover, the redhead quickly runs around to his side before flinging herself at him, trying to knock him over with her weight to try and secure an advantage.

Tawncal rubs his chest, and looks at Emily, just in time to see her flinging herself on his side. He takes the strike at the flank and staggers a little bit aside with another grunt, but he doesn't fall. For a Human, it's not easy at all to make a Centaur or a real horse fall. Emily is still on his side, so the Centaur spins around his front legs to jostle the girl with his flank or with his rump.