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Ears rattled with the sense of hearing metal begin to clash and feel the skin begin to rip off. But none of that came to Krypt. Aware of this for a moment as he forced his weight and balance onto clumsily crashing down on Midas. He looked to see white socked feet, golden hooves, twisting muscles menuver to meet his attack. The dusty stallion gave a small gasp of sudden shock and horror, as he was about to be jolted with the force of Midas's legs. The fear of the painful blow, sensed him to tense and tuck his head in more. Pain had overcome him, as gold lashed out like of a rattlesnake and bit at him.

The large and slicing force, demanded him to tug back and step backwards. Krypt unwillingly did so as an invisible hand flanked him. The soldier let out a hoarse cry and landed on the ground again. On all fours, he eyed his opponent. This one, had taught him a lesson, as he felt scarlet iron began to spill out of his thick chest, dripping down in portions. Krypt, through thick panting, gave a grunt to this lesson. And decided to go for one more attempt of an attack on his foe. It would take much precaution of course. Now that Midas was ready to gladly give a hard blow onto Krypt, the soldier threw himself out of the way of Midas's back area.

Lunging forward, the stallion caught himself back onto his feet. And dust kicked up from behind, the air filled with it as he came around to a front attack onto his foe. To face the armored Pegasus face to face for a last defying move. He caught his breath, before launching himself forward towards Midas. Pumping veins, twisting muscles, bony shoulders slanting up and down. He grabbled back onto his two back feet, rooted onto the ground with comforting balance. Krypt's eyes widened and glistened with remote determination. Charcoal hooves raised waving into the air, Krypt met Midas with a higher rearing battle thundering through his stance. Dusty legs lashed out, with a curved rear coming to skid onto Midas's metal, Krypt believed this time he wanted to hear the sheaves and wails of his own ebony hooves forces to slice onto steel armor. A relaxed smirk tugged onto his face as he desired so much to hear it. Though the dusty soldier was anything other then relaxed at this moment. Up on hind quarters to ring down onto his enemy. White glimpses of teeth shined as he opened his maw. Complete interest to bring down bracing tooth marks into Midas's flesh. A aim towards Midas's face should rain down about it.

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Damage: Full hit on Krypts chest with the last blow.
Attack: Krypt rushes away from Midas before another kick, and comes to face him face to face. Charging in he rears up to try and clash hooves onto his chest armor, and attempt to land a nasty bite on Midas's face.