They were a mass of flinging teeth and hooves, scrapping for dominance and victory in this battle of strength and wit. Argen's body was throbbing, the toll of her attacks ringing true even as he pressed on towards demolishing this winged woman. His bite caused a squeal of pain to leave her lips and the grimace that licked across his face turned to a smirk once more. He enjoyed knowing he caused her pain, knowing that he was successful in his training. Oh, how proud his grandfather and his mother would be of him in this scrap! His hoof scraped across her hock, and the stallion gritted his teeth together as her own lightning quick kick shot out towards him. Unable to retract his leg in time, and felt her hoof slice into his left hind coronet. Fur ripped from skin and the upward motion lifted skin away from hoof. A trumpeting cry of pain left Argen's mouth even as he moved forward, limping some. Blood trickled down his hoof and onto the ground, causing Solomon let loose another cry of fury and anguish, wanting desperately to fly down to his bonded's side and bathe the black white and red mare in his hellish anger.

The mare was not done in her assault, and even in Argen's attempt to move away from her, he was no match for her speed. She let her wings lift her up and she twisted--how she did so was beyond the equine--and hovered above him for a moment. Argen shied away, twisting his body painfully away from her hooves in an attempt to flee more damage, but his bulk was too slow. He was no snake in the grass, no dolphin in the ocean, and her hooves crashed against his withers in his unsuccessful evasion. The brute's already throbbing body was increased in pain as his knees buckled some from the impact to his withers, but he continued to move away from the mare despite it. He did not want her to kick him again, and he thrust his head towards his chest to protect it, should she desire to flail her hooves towards his poll and render him unconscious. That was not her intent, it seemed, and his amber eyes caught her land and canter away. Confusion, for a moment, fogged his mind and he stopped completely. Was she leaving? Standing on their battlefield, Argen lifted his head, watching the dark girl run from him. His eyes widened some and his ears perked towards her. All the world seemed to fade away in just a moment, as he soaked in his victory. A stupid, boyish smile ripped across his face and he tossed his head some, despite the pain it caused to trickle the length of his body. He let a guffaw of a laugh leave his smiling mouth. The roan boy chuckled and began to trot, limping duly, towards where the female had gone. Perhaps now, that they were finished with their dance of blood, she would speak with him.

Solomon, however, was focused on the clouds that were rolling in. They were so sudden, and in the pit of the reptile
s stomach, he knew something terrible was about to happen. Argen! He screamed across their bond, dipping his wings to descend towards his equine partner. An ear tipped back and Argen stopped, just a few feet from the tree which the black mare was taking refuge under. His amber eyes lifted to his panicked dragon and, in turn, the sky. No. Argen grit his teeth together and let the familiar wave of anger wash over his bruised and bloody body, his tail lashing against his hocks. Slowly at first, and then a raging down pour, liquid began falling. It was hot and sticky and it burned over his body. The stallion closed his eyes tightly, and the bronze dragon flapped his wings wildly, haste making his heart pound. A scream--a true scream of anger and pain and the release of his foolishness--sounded from his open maw as he shook his body. This rain hurt like fire coming down on his body, and Solomon landed abruptly on his poll, extending his wings to shield Argen's head from the pouring blood. The dragon squealed as the blood drilled against his back, but he would not move. He had to protect Argen, and he would die doing so. In a blur of movement, Argen scrambled for the tree, to find solace under its canopy as the mare had. Argen ran blindly forward, though when he opened his eyes he altered his course to attempt to barrel straight into the pegasus. "YOU BITCH!"

Solomon lifted his head, tail lashing angrily as he opened his jaws again and fire spewed from the depth of his belly.



[WC: 800 | PC: 3/3 | *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. @[Ghost] ]