Copper taste filled his mouth, blood spilling into his kissers as teeth sank into flesh. He wasn't sure how deep the wound went, nor the damage done, as Felix had no time to observe. Shoved by the great weight of the stallion, he had staggered sideways to the left, digging his slender hooves into the flat terrain to prevent another fall. The Gods knew his shoulder was aching and the wound on his rump still burning with pain. Why was he even bothering to face this stallion? Why had he not simply turned and ran when the challenge arose? He thought of his brothers; his face scarred and his beauty tarnished. His own bodice was torn too, now. The thought was, oddly, more scary than the prospect of more pain, but he still did not falter. Felix was determined, if nothing else. He wanted to prove he was not weak. He wanted to prove he was something.

After ramming into Felix head on - the brutes massive chest hitting the slender rib cage of the Arabian - the beast kicked out twice with his hind legs. The move was pointless in its attempt to harm and served only to give the golden stag time to move. He darted away from Oliver, heading straight ahead in a lazy canter before Oliver's hind legs had landed, so avoiding the failing forelegs with time to spare. "Sorry, but you'll have to do better than that!" He taunted, turning over his shoulder to face where Oliver had last been. As he did so, the stags slender hooves found uneven footing and he stumbled, distracted by his cockiness. The tendon at the back of the left hind ankle pulled as his hoof was momentarily stuck in a small, concealed hole on the otherwise flat terrain. With a gasp, the stag almost tumbled, only catching himself at the last moment, yet the movement served to strain the leg. Grunting, he tried to collect his bearings.

That was both the advantage and disadvantage of such a flat terrain. It gave enough room for the agile creature to dart around freely without need to pay attention to trees or rocks, yet it made him over confident. It was this over-confidence that often let the stallion into trouble. It was what got him into this fight, and his hoof into that hole. Yet he knew, despite anything he told himself or the amount of times his brother might scold him, he would never deflate that unwarranted ego of his. He couldn't help himself. He had no reason to think he could ever had beaten Oliver, and yet here he was, as arrogant as ever, trying to beat a horse twice his weight and triple his experience.

You can't blame a stallion for trying!

His strained limb ached, yet he knew he could not stop. This fight was not over and by the Gods, he was determined not to lose to this stranger. He mustered his strength, chest heaving as he turned to where he thought Oliver was. It was tough to see the dark skinned stag in such endless darkness, but he thought he saw his shadow shifting over the grass lands. Setting off as a gallop, he aimed to run closely by the side of the larger stallion head on in an attempt to ram his right, uninjured shoulder into the left shoulder of his opponent. Due to the size difference, Felix raised his wings out of the way to avoid damage to the delicate limb and bucked slightly as he passed, hoping to clash shoulders with the titan. As his small buck landed, he took another two short strides before throwing back his hind legs in a move ferocious buck, attempting to shift his hind legs to the right slightly in order to kick the left hind leg of the bay. As soon as his legs returned to the soft ground, the Arabian made an attempt to charge forwards. His movement and speed was slightly hindered by the aching tendon which throbbed with each step, but he had to move in order to attempt to dodge any retaliation.

"Speech goes here"