The stags had let out silent bellows in protest to the sight of the hungry plains king, that crouched near the other impressive titan upon the evening battleground. Their impressive racks shook in a threatening display to gore the mist predator where he stood upon their sharp tines, while hooves stamped against the darkening grass.

When the giants clashed, the earth seemed to roll beneath their titanic bodies, similarly to the lion the row of stags had charged to meet the beast at the crossroad. Their magnificent horns barely touching the predator before they too, had burst into mist that twisted like smoke. Off to join the lion in an eternal struggle of power and might.

There was a sickening sense of satisfaction which washed over the Seer, as his hooves had dug firmly into the ground to drive his crown into the King, as the unmistakable sound of sinew being sliced reached his ears. Tembovu had tried, and failed, to avoid his wrath. His heart raced and the adrenaline was set free like a coiled spring, a viper waiting for the opportune moment to strike, free to trap and ensnare his mammoth body in its venomous rush.

Nor can his nostrils shake the tang of blood that coats the very tips of his blades, it's satisfying and ruinous upon all sense of reason that the lunar sentinel might have still desperately tried to cling to, in order to refrain himself from wanting to inflict serious damage upon, the noble made laid low in front of him. The inner beast struggled in protest against these bonds and snarled, thrashing its crowned head impatiently as one by one, the chains snapped and gave way. The stag is the beast that tasted the blood of the hunt, and is found wanting. He readied himself to cross slash once more down the great brute's sides. It the thrill of first blood and the rush to see his second move victorious, which leaves him ultimately exposed until the great ivory shields are thrust towards him.

Alune barely has time to dig his hooves into the ruined dirt and grass beneath his hooves to throw himself away in a thunderous stride, he swung his mighty head away and let his right shoulder and barrel take the forefront of the damage lest he lose his head and magnificent scythes. Muscles scream angrily at the lunar beast, their tissue welts and bruises beneath such force while blood pools from the lacerations that erupted upon his midnight hide. His breath is punched right out of him, lungs desperately pooling back precious oxygen as he hurled away at a canter, strides uneven and staggered as he gathered himself once more — swinging to his right and away to circle Tembovu instead. The impact feels like his bones are shattered, turned to dust by the ivory plates while his ribs fracture like pressure points on an impending earthquake, the foul tempest that rippled and roared is not helped by the warmth that leaked outside his hide in the form of tear shaped blood drops. He's forced to take a grunted breath, exhale the tension and pain into electric air, displeased with himself that he's giving Tembovu the pleasure of hearing him sunder.

Lapis hooves dig ruthlessly into the soil as daylight casts its final rays displayed their banners of twilight, an angry bellow thrust into the early evening air at the audacity the stud in front of him had to try and decrown him, thrust his back end at him like that. Alune bellowed, to let Tembovu know that he was an earthquake, the angry reclaiming tide that would ruin the proud mountain before him, see him crumble and fall into the abyssal trench beneath tumultuous waves.

The gauntlet had been thrown and finally the last chain snapped within the great moon behemoth, the ground wails a weak protest as he scars it once more with his stride as it becomes heavy and deliberate, side burning and protesting beneath marked skin, their pleading for gentler strides ignored in preference for the sweet serenity and drive lady adrenaline gave. Thick nostrils snorted their ire into the early evening air, visible in the temperature change that had befallen the Edge with the turning of the seasons.

He focused once more swinging in from Tembovu's right as he rounded upon it with a surge of speed, he was upon the plains marked brute like the high tide. He reared onto his hinds and struck out towards the stallion’s head with plate-sized shields, if he succeeded then his body was already tilted to try and drag the weapons down the stud's neck to further elicit pain and suffering as his colossal mass was pulled back down by gravity.

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A: 2/3
Wordcount: 794
Summary: Swings his head out of the way to let his right shoulder/barrel take the hit from Tembovu's hooves. Causes extensive bruising and hoof shaped cuts that leak blood, also left him grunting breathlessly and staggering as he moves away to circle Tembovu and pick himself up again. Circles Tembovu until he's at Tembovu's right, using a small burst of speed, he closes the distance and rears up and aims to strike Tembovu in the head with his hooves. He's also ready to use the momentum if it strikes to drag his hooves down his neck.
Notes: Have moar words.