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Ezital's lunge crashed and burned quite spectacularly. He opened his eyes to find himself sprawled on the ground once more, with not even a mouthful of grey flesh to show for it. In fact, the owner of that grey flesh was staring back at him like he was the most absurd thing he'd ever seen. The ache in his side intensified as he got to his feet, more cautiously this time. He would have to be a little more creative if he wanted to leave a mark on the stallion. The wounds in his ribs would heal with time, but his pride would be far more deeply damaged.
"Champion?" he snorted. "What have you done to earn such a title? There is nothing out here to guard against. I've slept on the fringes of the herd lands here for days now; the most frightening thing I've encountered was some fireflies and now, you. Not exactly something to write home about."
His frustration may have loosened his tongue a bit, but he didn't say anything he hadn't been thinking. The herd horses were soft. The only reason he was losing to Ciceron was his privilege of being considerably taller and heavier. Ciceron couldn't survive the way he had all these years.
The air suddenly felt charged and heavy around them, much like it did before an electrical storm. He had the presence of mind to look up at the clear sky before it hit him. His teeth clenched tightly as every muscle in his body collectively spasmed. Tremors rolled through him, even as the heavy grip squeezing him vanished.
"What the fuck was that?" He spat at Ciceron. His anger finally boiled over and he leapt forward to grab the leg the stallion was favoring in his teeth.
A weight crashed into his withers, stabbing needles of pain into his crest and shoulder. He loosed a high pitched squeal before rearing nearly vertical, returning to earth with a great crash. He struck out with every hoof or antler available in every direction, hoping to hit something, whether it be the stallion or this new attacker.
As soon as he was free, he bolted, tearing across the open field as fast as his hooves would take him. "Come get me, you fuckers!" He screamed over his shoulder.
Between the blood running down the side of his neck, his heaving flanks, and his aching ribs, he should probably feel quite frightened. As much as he searched for the fear, all he found was endless endorphins and adrenaline, topped off with something akin to joy. Distantly, he was aware of himself laughing. Ciceron probably thought he was crazy.
He halted and spun in place, squaring off to the grey stallion, and awaited Ciceron's next move.
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Attack: 3/3
Summary: Ezital is electrocuted by Ciceron's magic, he's upset and tries to bite Ciceron's bum leg. Kiara hits him in the back and neck, causing superficial scrapes over his neck that are bleeding. He rears to try and shake her off and starts doing the bronc thing and strikes out at both Kiara and Ciceron with hooves and antlers. He then runs around acting crazy and taunts Ciceron.
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[JUDGED] Digging The Trenches [Cic x Ezital]
