Hector dropped two fore hooves and gently lowered his stout legs onto the heated ground, dust picking up at his cantering momentum that was eventually brought to a halt near the crystal blue sea that shimmered in the suns rays. Wings that were splashed in his signature orange slotted themselves comfortably into his toned sides and his gaze shifted to watch the ocean that lapped over his hooves. He considered his role amongst the mighty Throat herd, that he was just one small wave in a tsunami of members, a wave that needed to become more powerful. So if Kri summoned her warriors he would not doubt himself and could stand confidently by her side and defend the home he had come to love. These little insecurities were not good in a fight, his old teacher had always taught him the value of a clear mind in the midst of battle.

Another tiny wave lapped over his feet as teeth clenched and his resolve took over his emotions. Leonine tail flicked and he turned like a stallion that knew what path now lie before him. He thought of those he admired, the bravery of Midas who stood the lone General and the sorrow of Azzuen. He knew little of Azzuen though he remembered the stallion's motivation in his first ever warriors meet and it saddened him greatly to learn that such a fine fighter had passed away, lastly there was Kri, a role model to look up to and a goal to achieve. Hector was young and naive, but he filled himself with purpose. "Come Veci, there is something we must do."

The boggart responded happily, taking strength from Hector's growing excitable mood. It would be Veci's first battle though the boggart could do little other than offer support, the experience was all that counted and as the years tallied up the child would soon learn that he had more power than he first realized. His orange bonded stood with his back to the ocean with the sun high in the sky and raised his velvet lips to the warm air. Calling for his Lead. "Kri! My mighty Commander I ask for your aid in a friendly spar. So I may one day stand as tall as you do."

His voice was filled with determination and a sense of duty, Hector desired no win or loss against the formidable Resolute. He instead sought a peace within his heart that would give him confidence for the rough days ahead.

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[418 words]
[Friendly Spar :D
800 word max. 3 Rounds + Closing Defence.
Set where the ocean meets the Dragons Throat at Midday.
Feel free to use magic/companions]