The full-blooded Andalusian moved with an eerie grace. His footfalls hit the ground with agile like steps. The Arabian blood coursing through his opponent meant that he had the upper hand in endurance. Besides the fact, Nox had the higher hand in agility and Arion had greater endurance they were a pretty even match. As his hooves thundered towards the man black velvet ears perked realizing that the stallion was leaning into his attack. Gray emotionless eyes narrowed watching the man shove his left shoulder.
God damn the boy might know how to fight.
In the blink of an eye Nox collided his demonic horns into the man's shoulder. Floating like a specter into his body the collision radiated back from his skull, then toward his neck, drifted through his shoulders, and finally burrowed into his spine.Unfortionally unlike goats, horses muscles and bones were not made to withstand heavy impact. Lucky for Nox the shock wave was just enough to warn his body not to do it again. A sigh of relief came to his maw when he realized the only lasting effect might be a sore neck.

The hell bound beast felt a different pain rip into his left shoulder. A deep grumble escaped his maw like a call to the dead. Arion decided to use his sharpened horn to his advantage. The tip dug into the scar-laced pelt causing crimson blood to drip upon the snow covered ground.
Oh, how the burn felt so good!
Agile hooves turned his front end with a hard right turn. Hoping that his rear legs were now facing the stallions left side or neck area. The pain was like a trigger for the inner beast. Bloodlust glazed over in his soulless eyes. They traced the small drops of warm blood falling into the snow. Pure, innocent, beautiful white snow was tainted. The first blood of the spar dripped from the ebony hide. "My friend you sure do know how to use that beautiful sword" Latin-laced words rumbled from chest with a satanic chuckle.

He lived for the pain, the fight, the struggle, and the blood . Snow trickled down kissing his lightly dampened coat. Snowflakes met their fate landing on the beasts warm body. White specks melted away quickly dying from the heat. His blackened pelt increasingly grew with sweat or was it melted snow? Taking a few steps forward the gash on his shoulder stung with the fury of a winter's storm. "Do you like to play dirty Arion?" His voice roared with hints of pain twisting into each word. Dead eyes glanced behind him before letting out a strong kick that aimed for the man's left shoulder. The black stag hoped that his rear legs were perpendicular to Arion's left side. He aimed for the shoulder hoping not to do too much damage. A kick to the head was not a spar friendly idea. Nox did not want to kill the man; the purpose was to sharpen their skills. It was a deep struggle for the demonic beast not to take a spar too far. He used to a challenge for his life, a fight for dominance, or a duel to the death. Internally the beast was torn. The battle between the devil and angel on his shoulder drove the man mad. His brain had to wrap around the reality of the situation.
It is not a fight for your life. It is a spar Nox. You do not need to kill him!
The blood dripping from his shoulder brought back memories, bad ones. He could not live in the past any longer; this was the present. His mind needed to stay focused on not letting his hooves slip in the wet snow. Focus Nox, just focus



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