From the moment he bellowed out his call his demeanor changed from that of solitude and peace into something much more appropriate for the impending battle; calm and focused. Closing his silver orbs to the light for a brief moment he inhaled the warm salty air and let his thoughts go so he could fine focus to the task ahead. Nothing could distract his thoughts nor sway his step, he would have to draw from his knowledge and analyze each aspect with care. Let’s do this.

Opening his eyes as the stench of another assaulted his nares he raised his head so to see his opponent standing opposite to himself. The most striking feature that presented itself was the rainbow of colours strewn over the Pegasus literally from head to hoof. Did someone have some trouble with painting within the lines or was this more of a tie dyed theme? A smirk turned up his lips for a fraction of a second before her battle cry pierced the air and she lunged forward. Pinning his ears to his skull he tensed his muscles preparing them for what was to come next.

Mentally calculating their distance from each other his mind pieced together everything that his eyes had seen in the seconds beforehand. His opponent was a Pegasus so that meant she technically had that advantage over him but he carried a weapon she did not. Perhaps that could balance the playing field just a little; now what weaknesses did this one possess? Was this mare one of those who tended to spend a lot of time in the air? If this was true taking out a wing might prove to be valuable he mused silently bracing himself for impending impact as the rainbow mare unfurled her wings and reared up lashing her front legs out in a slapdash fashion. Reacting instinctively he drew his cranium down and in pointing his spear slightly off to the side of his target to protect the sensitive flesh over his neck and withers. The pain of it barely recognized through his progressive thoughts towards what he planned next.

Surely he would pay for this later as the tissue would likely stretch and break open with his movements, but he really did not care what happened to him right now. The pain of losing Parelia was one hundred times worse than anything he could sustain on the battle field. With the first already fresh upon his soul he felt as if nothing could ever hurt him worse than that. Tear him to pieces; let the blood flow and perhaps we will see how far he will go.

This opponent was only slightly shorter than he was but carried a more agile frame that was built for flight. Ground attacks surely were not her specialty he assumed maybe this could work out well for his landlubber self. Planting his back hooves deeply in the sand as the mare rose up he counted the seconds hoping to time his attack just right. One...Two...Three! As his count hit three the dappled grey threw his weight forward but sideways while driving his spear upwards towards the mare’s soft underbelly hoping to throw her balance off and maybe even do some damage while he was at it.

The muscles over his thick frame responded as he had requested releasing and contracting with each carefully placed step. As predicted fire screamed over his neck and shoulder as the burn strongly protested his actions. Cursing under his breath inaudibly he pushed himself harder almost reveling in the pain, it at least let him know he was still alive after all.


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