They collide, chest to chest, and the momentum makes Volterra stagger backwards with the impact. She's surprisingly strong for a little thing, but his movement backwards manages to protect him from her reaching teeth. His hoof rattles into her leg, too, and he feels a momentary stab of guilt about the damage he's caused her. His battering of her has been absolute; he feels cruel, evil. Oddly, it does not sit well with him. She has done nothing to harm him, and he should have gone easy on her and saved his annihilation for the fights that matter.

But, adds the little voice in his head, she should have known better than to attack me.

That does not help things; his guilt still pulses through him, and his ears flatten with indecision. Should he leave things here, call it quits and take his victory without humiliating her further? His few morals tell him he should. His body, however, screams for him to finish it.

But suddenly she's jumping, twisting through the air like an antelope. Her long, deadly horn is coming straight for his heart, and with a shudder of horror he realises that she's trying to kill him. The thought is quite alarming, and he's reminded of the last time somebody attempted to take his life in battle. It was Gashad, and it ended very badly for the stupid fucker. But this is different. He feels that he has pushed the mare to this, and his guilt intensifies, although it is now joined by rage at her guile. How dare she attempt to end him!

Summoning the last vestiges of his strength, he hauls his entire goliath weight backwards. The mare's horn misses his chest by less than an inch, and he almost feels Death's cold embrace attempt to grab at his legs and haul him down. It is a close miss, and the leviathan releases a thunderous bellow of indignation. "Fucking hell, woman!" he roars, his ears flat into his mane and his muscles thrumming with displeasure. "This isn't a fight to the death!"

Helpfully, though, his actions have removed his misgivings about attacking again. Oh no, she cannot be allowed to get away with her indiscretion. He flings himself forwards for the final time, leading with his colossal chest once again. He attempts to slam it into her own, to try and barge her over backwards and force her into submission, whilst his jaws snap forwards and attempt to plant a hard bite onto her muzzle. He is sweating, exhausted, thankful that the fight is nearly at its conclusion, but he has to get this final attack in first.

The dragons howl their fury in the distance, as disgusted as he is about the mare's murder attempt. Only Volterra's iron will keeps them from interfering and burning her alive, as the stallion still has no intentions on decimating her completely. It is tempting, but he's feeling merciful today.

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Spar for @Sjal !

Thanks for the fight Chaotic <333 After you've done your closing defense, do you want a follow up thread with them?

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