Felix bit down upon the fabric, feeling it fray between his teeth as the two stallions pulled against one another in a tug of war. His hooves dug in, sliding forwards and digging shallow trenches into the earth as Levi refused, or possibly simply could not, stop. For a moment, Felix thought the fabric might hold true, yet as he tugged his crest back in a last, feeble attempt to stop the silver stag, he heard the rip of the fabric and felt the vibrations through his mouth. His head jerked back suddenly as the fabric gave way and he snorted loudly, fabric caught in his teeth. Throwing it aside, his attempt to lash out his teeth was in vain for his opponent's momentum had kept him going, and Felix was left standing like a fool. Thankyou, called out his opponent and Felix laughed despite his idiocy. Or maybe because of it? "No, thank you, I thought it so stylish I wanted it for myself!" He joked as the fabric fluttered to the ground, blown away by a slight breeze.

Yet despite his good mood, Felix was irritated at himself. He should have known that his attempt to outsmart the taller stag would be pointless. Felix never was one to think through his plans. His reflection, or his brother as was more accurate, was always the 'plan guy', not Felix. Stupid, stupid! His bi-hued eyes lost sight of Levi for a moment as the grullo danced away, only to widen as the Pegasus darted into front of him, coming up straight ahead.

He reared just in time to feel his cloven hooves dig into tender flesh, yet his attack came also with pain; pain from both his bruised shoulder aching in protest at the movement, and the slashing of hooves as they met Felix's own in battle. Levi thrashed out his hooves which struck the golden stags knees, causing shallow gashes in both and causing the younger creature to cry out. As his hooves met dirt, he winced, gritting his teeth and hissing out in pain. But there was no time to stand around looking pretty! (For despite his agony, his vanity was still high on his list of priorities.) He darted forwards, twisting his body slightly to the right so that he might run past Levi, who was quickly moving to turn also.

Felix was fast, but not fast enough. Levi was too close to turn and kick Felix's neck due to the gold boy trying to gallop, but thanks to his hindered and painful movements, Felix found his speed greatly reduced and as Levi bucked, he felt the hind hooves glance over his left shoulder. A thin slice cut over the muscle and he squeezed his eyes shut for just a moment, gasping. His body was not built for injury, and he was not the best at dealing with pain. His front legs trembled as blood bubbled over the gashes, staining his white legs with thin strips of crimson. The fabric around his shoulders fluttered away from Levi's dancing hooves, ripping slit lay but avoiding damage. The stupid spring mounted halo on his head was gleefully bobbing to the beat of this barbaric dance, barely clinging to his crown thanks to the frantic running of the duo.

He had one shot. Levi had bucked and had stopped, and Felix halted his attempt to dash away a few strides after Levi's hooves struck his shoulder, hoping he might be in front of the silvers head. Ignoring the burning and protesting of his knees, Felix bucked his own hind legs back, gritting his teeth as the movement strained at his battered legs and hoping to attack Levi's front right shoulder, that was the side nearest to Felix. He didn't aim for the face. Oh no! Despite everything, Levi was a handsome stag and did not deserve to have that beauty ruined!

As his hind legs landed, he found himself not bothering to move away, instead heaving his sides in a heavy pant and turning to face the silver with a wide grin and pained, yet somehow amused, expression. "You hurt my bloody legs, scoundrel!" He exclaimed, a laugh playing on his lips.

PC: 3/3
WC: 702
@[Levi]