Alarmed, Veci floated off at great spread, stricken with uncertainty as Gaucho's rapid kicks brought up lashes of sand and his dear orange companion disappeared into the plume of grainy earth, breathing out a huge sigh of relief when the hybrid emerged at the out of the red cloud. Hector coughed, the satisfaction that his first of two attacks had hit, was marred by his impaired vision as grains of sand annoyingly stuck to his eyes. It was with great effort and a squinted gaze when he finally delivered his second attack, grunting in great surprise when biting hooves only caught a wing tip. The backlash of sand disorientating the soldier, causing him to miss the movement of his lithe opponent and the direction to which he sped off in. Which immediately instigating a spew of colourful curses from the three way hybrid who berated himself for losing his target.

Great, brown wings suspended his travelling body in mid air whilst fiery eyes looked around for Gaucho. His scent was still in the vicinity and the sand was slowly shifting from his watering eyes, blood staining his left shoulder making him wince in pain if he moved it in a certain way. There was a shift in the light then, a shadow caused by a figure and Hector's gaze wheeled in the direction of movement only to be taken aback in shock. Three eagles now raced towards him and they were not small fry either, swarming in their greater numbers and swooping in as if going for an attack. Hector laid-back his ginger lobes and attempted to snap his teeth at the summoned birds, swiping his leonine tail towards them in a broad fashion. Utterly astounded and confused as to where they had come from and why they were attacking him. Was this Gaucho's doing? Were they even real?

It was in this mass of confusion and wild attacks that Hector nearly missed the sneaky move of his primitive opposition, who dived in with the sun aiding his mission, head bowed, and aimed his forelegs for his left shoulder with incredible agility that almost reminded him of Kri. Thinking of his Commander, he performed a move he remembered her doing in their spar, keeping himself in midair he quickly shifted his position so only his chest was showing. Taking Gaucho's foreleg attack boldly to his chest, letting out a deep cry of pain as the Hanoverian's feet struck true. Hector allowed the power that came with the bay stallions attack to push him away, slapping his wings down and hopefully using the momentum of Gaucho's offence to his favour. Dodging the last defensive kick as he allowed himself to fall away from his adversary. He then attempted to make an escape towards the red ground of the Throat, his mind already thinking ahead to phase two.

Their match was dragging on and by now Hector knew that Gaucho possessed an impressive speed and that the muddy brute's body was lithe, but still powerful. A stallion that was used to battle and each move he made was never wasted effort. Hector lacked this fine experience and would have to put his faith in ingenuity teamed with brute strength. He had already taken a leaf out of Kri's book in his defence, it was time to take the fight back to Gaucho in his own style. Breathing still strained from the frontal attack taken to his chest, Hector spluttered his way to slowly glide over the red sand, slamming his wings down in order to kick up the dry grainy ground in hopes to provide himself with a small screen with his objective to obscure his movements from Gaucho. Hooves touching the ground briefly as he quickly galloped along the floor for a few seconds, careful not to catch himself in his own traps of sand before taking away to the sky again. Wincing when both his shoulder and chest protested, screwing up his face in stubborn determination to power his wings forwards and into the air.

Orange eyes scanned for the strange three eagle birds, worried that he would be caught off guard by the oddly acting creatures again. Biting the bullet, Hector sped forwards through the air to where he thought Gaucho would be, silently hoping he hadn't moved too far and his sand diversion had worked just a little. Bearing down his top and biggest rhino like horn, Hector aimed to slice across the fleshy rump of Gaucho's left side, before attempting to fly on and come back around on his adversary's right. Flashing teeth out to try plunge them into the bay's neck, around the crest area.

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Description: Taken by surprise from Gaucho's spirit eagle attack, Hector only manages to switch the location of Gaucho's foreleg attack to his chest instead. Using the power from the attack to try and make a quick retreat, attempting to kick up some sand before landing briefly on the ground and taking flight once more. Aiming a horn slice for Gaucho's left rump area and attempting to continue flying, to turn back and bite at the crest area on Gaucho's right side.]

ooc: o: thank you for letting me know. I didn't know whether to count it or not, so out of fairness I did xD <33 apijgfskd I would have had this post to you like almost two days ago if I hadn't of deleted it by accident -flips tables- :|]