Satisfaction filled him as the Sultan's rear hooves met their target, though the soft of feathers clearly brushed them. It was a successful yet risky move, to defend with the wing, but one that seemed to work well for Levi. Leander made a mental note to remind the new soldier to be careful of using his wings as shields, lest he end up with one broken in battle. The thoughts of what he needed to focus on teaching were brief as he ran from his opponent, for the mind of a skilled fighter knew better than to linger on anything else when dueling, even with a less experienced foe.

He was a flash of flaxen locks and gold hide as he turn to see the silver form rushing towards him, legs slamming out to meet his own. He half-reared, pulling his forelimbs not far off the ground, but not quite quickly enough to avoid the dull ebb of pressure that was the grey's hooves connecting with his right pastern. A faint irritation pulsed up his leg, and an annoyed grunt left the LionHeart's maw. The hit would likely leave a good bruise, but was fortunately not hard enough to do any more serious damage to the vital area. The Ice Demon's magic worked strongly, shielding him from almost all of the hit's pain. Teeth flashed, this time their pearly gleam warranted by the success of the blow. Anger blossomed in his chest, rising to the surface, drawing upon the years of needless bloodshed and hatred that had made gilded stag. It was futile to fight the rage that had always fueled his calculated violence, no matter how well intentioned this had been. The silver boy was coming at him again, this time skidding fast on the slick of the sand. Dark wings pumped downwards to aid Leander as he rose again, this time rearing tall into the briny air. Then the gilded brute was slamming back down again, front legs stretched taught, two pillars of muscle and bone aimed at the chrome's sliding body with force. In his drop back towards the boy, Leander let his wings jut skywards to add more pressure in the descent. The heavy weight of his bulky draft bodice would put even more tons of weight into the blow. If his legs made contact on the boy's back, he would likely knock him over. He prepared to lose balance if the dusty brute did fall, for he would need to be careful himself not to stumble over the boy's body. Hopefully, this would serve as a lesson to the soldier that wings could be used for more than shields.




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Summary: Leander feels his hooves connect with Levi's wing/side, before running to put distance between them. He turns to see Levi charging towards him and aiming for his legs, so he raises off of his forelimbs, but is still hit by Levi's blow to his right pastern. He falls back to all fours, then sees Levi sliding back towards him, and rears fully. Then he slams his body back down, aiming his stretched front legs for Levi's back (or any part of his body that he can hit, really).

Word Count: 427
Attack Post: 2/4
Closing Defense: 0/1 ]