The thud of hooves against flesh was satisfying to the two year old. His body had driven hers into the ground and as he flapped his wings to ascend into the air once again and hopefully achieve a higher altitude than his pegasus opponent. Aiming to circle overhead, he glanced downwards at her, noticing the crimson that now marred her ivory back. He quietly wondered if his hooves were slick with her blood. Though undoubtedly a sick thought, the idea of his hooves dyed red after this spar finishes satisfied something deep within the primal stallion. A shriek left her lips as he tried to continue watching her, all while maneuvering skillfully in the air, like a vulture circling a corpse. Her bird-resembling companion had frozen the lacerations and he chuckled lowly to himself, interested that she had chosen to freeze not only her own flesh and fur, but to also freeze and solidify two cuts that needed to clot so they could scab and heal. Thoughts were halted as he began to bank to the right after continuing to fly straight on-wards with the intent to start making large circles over her and waiting for her to be ready for another attack, when she sprung into action, recovering quickly from his attack. Her wings unfold with grace before she leaps towards him, determination written on her face.

Elsa and her companion are in the air quickly, rising higher and higher. Eventually, they are higher up than Caleb. As she tucks her wings in and dives at him, he tries to fly quicker, large wings flapping at an astonishing rate, but it is to no avail. Her hooves collide with the top of his rump, near his croup. The throb is instant, but he doesn't feel the pain of skin tearing. The dark beast figures that he will just have two large bruises on his rump from her hooves. Thinking her attack is over, his guard is dropped momentarily. Out of no where, her zephyr is on him, talons ready to dig into the thin hide that covers his face. Attempting to avoid the bird's claws, Caleb cranes his neck sideways, head to the far left, but it is to no avail. Daggers latch onto his left ebony and ivory cheek, leaving three puncture wounds when the bird flies away, and the sting is undeniable. At his back, Elsa has pushed off of him, using him to propel herself forwards. The weight of her on his back and the distraction of the zephyr are enough to cause Caleb slight disorientation and a momentary loss of balance, resulting in dropping altitude slightly. Fueled by the throb at the end of his back and the sting of puncture wounds in his cheek, Caleb gives a few powerful thrusts of his ebony appendages and chases after Elsa and her zephyr, his steel gaze watchful now, prepared for any more random bird attacks.

He soars upwards with as much speed as the he can muster, attempting to be on an equal level with Elsa. When he assumes he is, he angles his wings slightly so he doesn't go up but forwards. He tries to aim his body at the junction where he tail meets her ass (which is no easy feat while flying at high speeds). Stretching his snout outwards, and hoping he is close enough to attack, his jaw unhinges and starts snapping out at her buttocks in hopes to ripe a large chunk of the tender meat from her body. Caleb isn't finished there though, and he continues to push himself forward, the muscles in his wings crying out with weariness. Lips seal and his chin tucks into his chest, his sharp horn protruding from his forehead like a knife. He aims to thrust his wings and get close enough to pierce her buttocks flesh with the dagger that rests on his brow. Hoping he has landed two successful attacks, the beast's wings begin to beat slower, slowing to almost a hover, as he waits for Elsa's move (or perhaps her zephyr's move).

ooc: 2/3 - flies after her in attempt to bite her buttocks and then stab her buttocks @[Elsa]
wc: 677