Eenie. Meenie. Minie.
Mo.
Bronze eyes locked onto his target, a grin and mad smile pulling the black lips up his maw, revealing pale teeth in the shadows. An equine, pale and built in a way that seemed almost too muscular caught his eye. He seemed to be the cross of some sort of work steed and a Spanish type, making Ulrik look almost lithe in comparison. The black unicorn with the two, spiraled, devil's horns was taller, body muscular but definitely more streamlined simply by breed type. Would this be similar to fighting his brothers back when he still wandered in that band of bumbling, warring bachelors?
Well, he supposed he would find out, but this...cretin was obviously of a lesser being simply by his ugly, white bare head. Such an abomination would be better wiped out than living. Though far from a biologist, the engineer did understand the fundamental need to wipe out certain lines from the genetic pool. Poor sap, born this way, never really had a chance.
Ah well, life sucks and you die. Unless you're a unicorn, that is.
Ulrik could hear Kirchoff rolling his eyes in his head and the stallion snorted in irritation at the pup. "And what would you know, runt?" he asked aloud, staring pointedly at the tiny two month old who did nothing in return but scowl in a puppy sort of way. Kirchoff would not be of much use except for distraction, and Ulrik, for as much of an asshole as he was, was unwilling to put this creature in undue danger.
And with his mechanical wolf sparking in the Basin, his magic abilities still impotent, it seemed as if the engineer was left only to his mad brain and physical skills to get the job done. Shame though, he should have clearly practiced more.
The charcoal beast and his equally dark pup of a friend strode with an overly proper gait and with a pleasant dip of the head to the pale stallion who stood in the middle of the battle field. "Why sir, how unfortunate," he said, the deep baritone of his voice almost uncomfortably graveled and distorted. "Thank you for providing me with the pleasure of ridding another one of your bareheaded kind today." Ulrik flashed a smile of madness and then threw his body into battle with little warning.
The black and bronze unicorn lunged forward, muscles in his haunches pushed his body forward as he tilted his head to the side and sliced upward firmly. Hopefully he would manage to catch some of his opponent's left chest or shoulder, assuming of course, that he remained face to face. Ulrik then lifted his head back upright and danced forward, flashing his cloven hooves out behind him, hoping to catch Arlo's haunches or at least divert a counter attack.
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