Argen took several steps forward, lowering his head and narrowing his eyes. The creature of darkness stepped from the shadows that had shrouded her body from him, and the young stallion snorted a retort to her words. She was not shadow, she was merely sinew and bone, just as he. He watched her carefully, his body turning to follow her as she trotted around him. Nothing about her demeanor screamed welcome, and Argen knew all-too well that a scuffle was going to break out here. The ground would provide good footing for a battleground, the winter not able to take hold of this foreign island in its frozen grasp. She had a glint in her eye that reminded him of the warlord Thraitar, the muddled mixture of hope and cruelty mixing into a deadly poison. While Argen had only spent a small amount of time with the warlord and his royal dragon, Lady, the roaned boy had spent countless hours training in battle under the heavy hand of his grandfather, and was well accustomed to what he must do in these moments. Solomon spread his powerful wings and jumped off Argen's back, letting a rift of warm air raise him above the dancing pair's heads. The bronze circled around, gliding on the late afternoon wind with ease. Lightning yellow eyes observed Ghost, matching his bondmates, and together the pair tore her apart as a corpse of weaknesses and strengths.

She was built carefully, her blood a defined mixture. She was thinner than him, built for agility and delicate movements over his powerhouse abilities. Her wings would only aid her in her quick movements, Argen guessed, like Solomon's wings propelled him forward and up powerfully. Argen knew he would need to keep her in close contact if he wanted to gain the upperhand with his strength. Argen noted to the dragon above that it was his job to keep the hybrid grounded. The bronze nodded in agreement. She exemplified her speed as she rushed forward, and Argen braced himself. Copper ears pinned against his neck and his muscled neck arched. The stallion's body tightened and lighted some, muscles preparing for springing attacks and the buffering of the mare's attacks. Argen knew, as she began to flap her wings and aim her sword for his side, that he needed to keep away from that dangerous appendage. Powerful hindwuarters bunched before thrusting him forward. He hoped to meet the bloody winged mare in her advance towards him, thwart her with his brick wall of a body, but it did not seem to happen well. Her cloven hooves lifted off the ground and her head twisted around, and Argen felt the white hot sting of pain erupt along the left side of his barrel. Quickly, he turned on his hindquarters, swiveling his body left as she attempted to take to the air. Argen, as fury and the need for retaliation warmed his breast, lifted into a rear and swung his heavy front hooves in an attempt to demolish the mare's left wing. In his quick fury, Argen was still able to close in on his target in his mind, knowing that wings were fragile like the birds that lived in the skies.

However, Argen was not able to prepare for her momentum. His movements and haphazard rear mixed with her slicing attack to his side caused clouds of pain to mix into his judgement, and the curve of the black mare's wing smacked him hard just behind his right elbow. Her forward momentum of attempted flight propelled by her calculated canter sent Argen backwards, his hooves flailing to gain purchase on the grassy knoll beneath him. The stallion sucked in a sharp breath of pai, his eyes glancing to the side to see that blood was moving from the slice she had created along his side. The wound was not too deep, but as it rose of her ribcage it stung like hell. The red of his blood mixed into his roaned and spotted side, painting the white and copper crimson.

Solomon, quick like lightning, swooped towards the black mare's head. His wings were tucked into his sides, his body dropping like a bomb out of the sky. Narrowed yellow eyes were locked in on the mare's face and just a few feet before where he hoped she was, the bronze opened his wings and swung his hips underneath him. Clawed hands reached out to attempt to grasp on the mare's horn, while his clawed back feet attempted to rake down over her eyes furiously. The dragon's belly warmed and he opened his jaws, the air around him igniting as he blasted a thick mouthful of fire towards the mare, hoping to light up her back and wings.


[WC: 794 | PC: 1/3 | *Note to self and judging admin: Solomon was about 5 months old when this spar started, so he only has limited elemental ability and baby-like speech.]