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S creaming out in anger as we flailed around on the floor, the vine cutting off the blood supply to our pastern. To add insult to injury, the beast before us forgot all honour and decided to use it to his advantage, advancing upon us, hooves thrashing, clearly intent on crunching few ribs into powder. We couldn’t help but feel some connection to this stag, for he was behaving just as we would, with the same look upon his maw, one of pure bliss at the idea of smashing a few bones. It was a shame that we were already sworn enemies, for we could have made a good team. I writhed out the way as his hooves cut through the air, refusing to wince as one sliced a thin cut across the body fat that insulated our belly, cursing as few precious drops of life blood stained the dirt covered floor. Sure we wanted blood spilled, but we would have rather it to be his than ours, for obvious reasons.

We let out a loud menacing giggle, high pitched and manic as he was attacked from behind by the water demon, which distracted him enough to allow as to level the playing field once again. Not one to dwell on failures, we thrust ourselves back onto our feet and threw ourselves back into the battle with a renewed sense of determination to show this shaggy beast who was boss. It was time to make him spill some of his very life force. A smirk remained twisted across my maw as we watched him try to kick at the frog that had attacked him, for it looked pretty amusing, a massive equine pausing a life or death fight to attempt to swat at a frog. We could only hope his attempt missed, if only to make him look stupid. The egg would really be on his face then.

As we launched ourselves towards him, we blinked in slight confusion as he didn’t even attempt to swerve us. We primed ourselves as much as we could as we flew through the air at him, not knowing what he had planned. We noted with some satisfaction as our teeth sank into muscle, the taste of rust upon our lips. We cried out in glee, as we finally got a taste of what we had been craving for so long. We clamped down hard before letting go, watching in delight as blood dripped from him. We shook our head so that droplets of rust flew through the air and oozed from our maw, with a manic look in our orbs.

As if from nowhere, we were shunted off to the left as he threw his weight at us, slamming easily into our flank, only serving to throw us slightly off balance and to knock the breath out of us for a second. As quickly as it had happened, our focus returned and we were primed for our next move. Our eyes danced as our hooves slit into his belly and again, we managed to draw blood from him.

He advances towards us, attempting to drive us backwards whilst scraping is with horn simultaneously. But alas, we would not be herded or shown were to go. We danced nimbly away from his horn and face him head on. We stood our ground as he brought himself forward and as he reached optimal distance, we brought ourselves onto our hind legs and attempted to bring them down upon his dial or to at least strike his face, attempting to render him unconscious or at least unfocused for our next attack.

We moved ourselves closer, taking the risk that he fling is dial forward and rip at our flesh, for we were within easy striking distance. We bared our ivories, which were snapping at his cranium and neck, harks pinned, and we whipped our right foreleg first and then the left, upwards with a sharp, quick gesture attempting to slice deep into his chest, before backing up as quickly as we could to remove ourselves as far as possible. Dancing round him, deciding on what our next move should be, for we now had the taste of life rust on our lips, and we were in this till death..

[[711 words, 2/3,I took damage cause it seemed more realistic!]]

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Fugue
700 words.
@[Oxy]

&CROWS WILL FLEE THE SCENE,
AS IF TO REMIND ME
HOW LONG ITS BEEN SINCE I'VE SEEN A DOVE.