Ilios

A quick nod of agreement was all the shorter stallion would offer the black and cream stud. He didn't care if it was rude; now was not the time for pleasantries. Being his first spar Ilios's attacks were sloppy, but he didn't know any better; yet. One day he would know how to land more attacks, cause more damage. When he was older the gold and teal would be a force to be respected. The stallion knew in his heart he wanted to be like Gaucho, Archibald, Ampere, and all the great fighters of Helovia. His name would bring fear and honor to the Sun God, as well as the Dragon's Throat. Pride swelled in his young heart as he thought of the future for a second before shaking the ideas away.

He could feel the bruise rising under his pelt, and the sting of the teeth marks, even as the blood was washed away. The cool rain eased the throbbing of the marks, but not quite enough. He felt as if he was floating with the adrenaline coursing through his body as the stallion cantered over the slick sand. The bruising was deep, making his movements clumsy, causing him to take to the air sooner than he would have liked. Even so he met his mark. The boots pull at his legs, more than he would have imagined. He can feel the strain as the try to pull him sideways, straining the muscles a little. 'FUCK!' He knew instantly he would pay for he cuts he had caused. His legs were now sore and tender as he flew passed the taller stag.

Even as he flies away from the stallion he thinks he has won. Ilios is sure that this was all over, that he had beaten the male. Instead pain flares white hot through his left ass cheek. He squeals his anger and blood pours from the gaping wound. Anger surges through him as he lands a few feet away from the stud. All of his legs seem to go out on him at once as his teal hooves touch down. Pain throbs through his golden frame as he falls to his knees. Doing his best to shove the agony away the stallion embraced the anger licking at his heart.

Lurching to his hooves again he shook catching his breath for a second before charging horn aimed for the other's neck. He was ready to take the pain and repay it ten fold. "Stand and fight me head on!" He yells pouring his anger out in his deep drawl. His whole body ached, causing the youngster to not canter or even trot. Instead he merely ambles along at a faster than normal, and oddly lopsided, gait. He fights the pain focusing fully on the anger and adrenaline pulsing through his heart. He roars his anger as he slices with his dagger like black and teal horn. If Caleb was a true stallion he would stand and fight face to face like a real male.He hopes to do as much damage to his chest, neck, or face as possible. He knew even as he gimped forward this would be his last attack, he could have to go on the defense from now on. His body was so tired, and so slow. He would have to sleep for a whole day to even try to make up for all of this energy he was using.
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Words: 574 @Caleb SO SO LATE!!!
OOC: Attacks 3/3 Strains his forelegs as his boots cut Caleb's side, nothing horrible, but enough to make them super sore and weakened. Has a large chunk of meat ripped from his left ass cheek (xD) when he lands he falls then pulls himself back up and demands Caleb fight him head on hobble quick walks at Caleb, tryign to cut and slice his chest, neck, and face.