She was stoic, flirting with fate with each strike. Her hooves strike the muscled side of the unfortunate unicorn with a sickening thud. This dance they've been performing in the open is coming to a close, their slick forms tempting one another with vicious bites and daunting lunges. Their savage brawl began with words thick and heavy with blood lust, each side exchanging foul insults before the first kicks were thrown. An eye was lost to Colt's true shot, leaving the brute vulnerable to attacks on his left. As her iron hooves strike upon his flesh for a final time, a grunt leaves her lips as her legs rise to collide with the man's open side. A violent screech tumbles from the stained lips of her opponent, his sides shutter with fatigue as he turns tail and runs just as a coward would. Steel eyes harden as he flees, a sick twist in her gut making her want to scream and mock his cowardice, but she knows that her shouts will fall on deaf ears. 

Turning with a shuddering body, her brows narrowed, she takes steps through the open field. How bruised her body was would soon be discovered as she crept closer to the flowing river. Under the sweltering heat of Tallsun Colt finds herself with bloodied gashes and trembling muscles in her legs. She grits her teeth, feeling the satisfactory pain in her body as she shifts her weight, teetering on the edge of the river. She slips in with an ungraceful half leap, that was more of a weak stumble and hop into the water, leaving her burning with self-loathing. She lets out a soft gasp at the feeling of cold water encircling her over heated form. She wades deeper until the water soaks into the fur of her sides, washing sweat and dirt from her body. Colt cranes her neck to take deep gulps of the liquid before turning back to face the shore. She gazes into the direction of the caitiff, a smirk playing upon her lips at her victory. The thought of such an arrogant man who had, pre-fight, told her that she would eat her words when she lost, running with his tail between his legs amused her so. He had been intimidated by someone as small as her, and although Colt knew her height could be of a disadvantage, she was also at an advantage of being underestimated. Fools they all were for thinking she was weak and pitiful, it made her roll over and cackle into the sky at their stupidity. 

She pulls her battered brass self from the current of the river, shaking herself off and letting her mane cling to her moistened neck. Whomever gathered enough courage to approach her now would find her in an almost sickeningly good mood from her victory, even if they held a horn or a wing she would treat them with a reputable sweetness in her tone. Such sweetness from Colt never lasted long however, and soon enough she'd become the venomous manipulator she's always been. 
"TALK TALK TALK"
colt just beat up some random unicorn lol oops c":