His hind legs lashed out, making impact with flesh. Where the attack struck, Felix had no idea but he wasn't eager to find out. In an attempt to dodge any retaliation, he lunged forwards, yet he found he was too slow. As he moved, heavy forelegs came crashing down upon his haunches, lashing out on bunched up muscles. Felix felt the skin tear, blood bubbling to the surface as strong hooves tore ribbons of flesh from him. It was probably fortunate that he had been dashing forwards, for the hooves would likely have hit the tender gluteal muscles had he not moved. As it was, it was the muscles over the coccygeal bone that were struck and he felt a sharp stabbing pain in the base of his tail.

His opponent attempted trash talk, but Felix was not one to take words to heart so he simply whinnied with laughter. "Childish, I'll accept, but I am not the one who is ignorant!" He mocked, "You need to learn how to relax buddy. Your getting yourself all worked up!" His voice was all too casual for such a fight. Cocky, even.

His avoided dodge of the stallions lashing forelegs turned into an outright gallop as Oliver appeared to wait for an attack. No way was Felix staying close to the mountainous beasts side. That was a death sentence, right there. If Felix knew anything, it was that going for the legs then distancing himself was his best chance of winning. The larger male was probably much slower than the Arabian, but by further hindering his movement, the palomino would be free to dance and kick and pummel the stag without harm. That was, of course, unlikely in any fight, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to achieve it. No, instead he resumed his wide circle hoping that the behemoth did not follow, and as he moved he outstretched his wings. Beating hard, he took flight, angling his wings to circle the area he last saw Oliver. He hoped Oliver would stay still long enough for him to attack.

The night was dark, and although Felix was a creamy golden hue, from underneath the moonlight did not catch him. It lit only his face and back, his large wings shadowed underneath. He hoped this would mean Oliver would not be able to see him well enough, so that his attack would be as sneaky as he could manage. Felix silently thanked the moon goddess and aimed to descend.

If his plan worked, he would be like a ghost, swooping down in an attempt to 'land' upon Oliver's back. His legs stretched forwards - he hoped to crash down upon he titan in order to make him fall or to batter his body with dive bomb assault. He knew if he missed, he would be vulnerable to an attack, being forced to land so close to his opponent, but it was a chance he was willing to take.


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