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Dusty plumes lifted around pumping hooves as the liver chestnut stallion completed his second circling lap around the sandy arena. As he trotted on, Hector’s fiery-red eyes searched with growing interest the faces of those passing by, looking always for one who might seize his very obvious invitation to spar; hoping, advertising. At first there seemed to be no takers and a bothered snort displaced the small haze of flies collecting around the damp residue inside his flaring brown nostrils. Such disregard provoked his stride to lengthen and knees to lift, silken copper hair snapping as his long bony tail flicked sharply left and right behind.
The sun was warm, but not with the same intensity it held over his desert homeland (not even as scorching as the Tallsuns past), though the rust-red stallion bore thick dampening sweat from the sky-race not long ago lost.
Finally his show attracted the notice of a flamingo feathered female with deer-antler set amidst a black and pink forelock. She was interesting to behold, to say the least. A light chuckle rumbled through his chest (amused but not disrespectful), as she pranced from the village path towards him with green eyes seeming to glint mischief in the brightness of the day. Her sassy tongue, as it began to speak, provoked his dry lips to smile.
Hector was intrigued, naturally, and arched his brawny crest a little higher to show off without pausing for a moment. It seemed that his reservations were quickly overwhelmed by the attractive hybrid’s arrival. Flaccid, shining threads of mane flapped to the flamboyant rhythm of his stride. "You will do as well as any..." he teased humorously, taking the moment to examine her physique through the narrowing eye nearest. She was a lovely creature, albeit coloured like a cherry blossom with the branches still attached, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the wily feminine grace she portrayed; the attitude mirrored in the swagger of her hips.
He turned towards her seconds later, still absorbing eagerly her form with experienced, steady eyes. Aside from his towering height, Hector thought them to be similar in build; the mare perhaps, would be more nimble across toes bearing considerably less weight. Vast and variable lineage had gifted him with fluid grace and manoeuvrability though, and an effortlessly proud carriage portrayed this well. He had honed such limberness through many years of training- using it now artfully to his advantage. The warrior's careful focus zeroed in on the rack of horns beneath her ears then, an obstacle to avoid in this new competition.
How quickly can you swing them? he pondered in silence, toying strategically with the concept of a move. They looked large and cumbersome, unlike his which were neat and sharp.
Powerful haunches coiled without warning and wings unfurled to lift beyond her reach, to balance him through the attack to follow. Hector focused left craftily as he aimed potentially for her front. He careered right abruptly however, to slide with luck, around parallel to his opponent’s left side, dodging the weapons wielded by her face if he could. His neck arched brilliantly as large sound hooves sliced through supple dry sand, but it rolled readily as flashing-lashing teeth drew alongside where he presumed her flank to still be- the flimsy last ribs there, their primary target. To him it mattered little if her wing remained to shield them; unquestionably a mouth full of feathers would be worth his while.
It was a small attack to start with, but it had the potential to do damage. The copper giant wanted to test her initially, to find her strengths and weaknesses; to figure out the level of her martial competence. Hector wanted to know how
threatening that flashy set of antlers really was...
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Setting: Sand arena on Sky Island; bright, clear weather during early afternoon.
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[JUDGED] The Decider (Hector x Arvakl)
