As he galloped forwards, gnashers bared and head extended in an attempt to clamp down upon the hind quarters of his opponent, he felt a pang of annoyance as the taller being managed to force himself forwards much faster than the slightly built stag. Now, Felix had always considered himself a fast horse, though maybe it was his family that had been slow by comparison, and he was, in fact, no marvel in terms of speed, so as Levi managed to out pace him he felt his competitive streak compel him onward. His legs pumped harder, wings tucked tightly upon his back as he slowly crept up on the black stag. Yet to all his efforts, it didn't mean a thing, for before he could catch up to the grullo, he had span.

Kicking up dirt, the larger Pegasus sharply turned so that the pair were charging head on. At the speed Felix was running, there was no point in stopping and attempting to avoid whatever devious plot Levi had in mind, so instead his mismatched eyes watched the front legs of his opponent. As Levi shifted to the left of Felix, Felix in turn moved right as that the sharp ivories of the grullo missed their mark, clamping down on empty air.

Maybe not entirely empty. Felix heard fabric ripping, though he had no clue if Levi was behind it. Regardless, the attack had been avoided with ease and the arabian whinnied in victory, though it was by no means the end to this spar. Turning 180 degrees yet again, for the pair seemed to enjoy this speed induced ballet they were currently performing, Felix continued his gallop and attempted to run alongside Levi. Gnashers reached out yet again, but this time reaching for the fabric draped around the grullo's shoulders, inspired by the odd ripping sound a few moment previous and hoping that the navy cape would not be to easily torn.

In this race, Felix was determined to be faster, pumping his legs and hoping that, had he successfully grabbed the fabric, he could pull the navy cloth over Levi's head and, with luck and strength, he attempted to slow or stop the galloping stag as he dug in his silver heels and came to an abrupt stop. Once his attempt was over, he lashed out with his fangs at Levi's crest, hoping that if his attempt to blind and halt the poor stag had been successful, the Pegasus would be unable to dodge as effectively without simply flailing in a randomly selected direction.

Felix was not trying to defeat the Pegasus in brute strength. In actual fact, he was unsure of why they were fighting at all. It was as if some higher being, some puppeteer, was simply pulling the strings and orchestrating the whole ordeal. Why, the golden boy had no clue, but he was very much enjoying this dance of speed and wit. "Call me Felix, scoundrel! Let us dance!" He called out to the black bodied creature as his fangs retracted and he pulled up his front legs in a rear, lashing out to where he hoped the ribs of his opponent would be. With that, the canary grounded his cloven hooves and pushed out his strides ready to continue the mad dash forwards.

PC: 2/3
WC: 553
@[Levi]

Dodged the attack successfully. Attempts to chase down Levi and tries to pull the cape over his head. If this was successful, he bites down and comes to a halt, hoping the fabric holds and Levi stops. He tries to bite then kicks out with his front hooves.

I'm glad you like him! Felix is a derp xD And Levi is adorable.