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DARK and ominous clouds had greeted the loyal Corporal of the Aurora Basin upon his waking. The dawn had fought the gloom, at first, but gave up soon enough. Today they were just going to have to play the complacent host to yet another heavy spring rain. Now, Arion was heaving himself from his makeshift bed with a sigh. The day might be dark but it was not going to be enough to cause a cessation of his duties. No, indeed, the stallion was not to be daunted by something so small as a little rain and mud. The birds seemed to chirp their agreement from their nests in the pines. He smiles and exclaims, "Excelsior!" as he begins his morning routine.
He was not long out in the downpour, executing a patrol, before the words reached his ears. "Arion! Are you ready?" Seriously? The earthen stallion thrusts his head up to the sky before moving to quirk it at his general. This mud and rain would make for quite a sloppy spar. His superior's eyes were alight with lunatic ecstasy, with thirst, and a readiness for battle. Arion quickly comes to the conclusion that there was no questioning this order and dips his head towards the youth. After all, it would not do to go back on his earlier musings. He would strive for success even in this chummy bout of icy-wet violence.
The older stallion does need the chance to assess his opponent though. His head droops to the ground, his back pulls, and it all seems as if he must stretch his aging body before their first round. The Corporal had, initially, thought his superior's visage to be so youthful that he may as well have been a bairn just plucked from his mother's tits. However, he now saw that the stallion was likely going to out perform him in just about every area. Sure, they seemed to be in roughly about the same shape and possibly in possession of similar strength. But that was where the similarities stopped. Arion couldn't quite place what the young buck's heritage was but, undoubtedly, it was going to be faster and a bit more agile than his own. God's be damned. He was going to need to employ all of his wits to have any chance of a favorable outcome.
After a few moments of stalling he stops and suddenly dashes forward. The earthen stallion sets his course for a head-on collision with the general. The movement, crippled by the mud, is neither his swiftest nor his most agile. Still, Arion hopes the blurry cloak of the mist might help him with the problem of the slower approach. He waits until he is just one pace away from impact before feinting to Erebos's right side. In quick succession the earthen stallion follows up with a dodge to his opponent's left. There he aims his horn at the general's neck. The intent is just for a swiping slice at its side, nothing intense, as this was just a friendly spar. The mud releases a decidedly moist squelch in protest of the abuse being released on its back but his hooves manage to hold true, for the moment.
"Words."
OOC:
Excelsior!: A term used in Five Weeks in a Balloon by Jules Verne (As I've seen it and intend it used anyways.lol) Is meant to be an exclamation of confirmation/determination meaning "Ever higher!" in Latin (Approximately).
Attack: 1/3
Word Count: 536
Brief Summary: Stretches then dashes directly at Erebos's face (head-on). With a small space between them still (~1 pace) he pretends to attack Erebos's right side and then aims his actual attack at the stallion's left side. The aim is for a minor cut/scrape on the left side of stallion's neck.
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Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames [Arion Teaching Spar]
