Momentary blindness had caused him to react without thinking his actions through to completion. Cursing under his breath at himself for being so stupid and forgetting what his mentor had taught him all those years ago. A warrior was not someone who acted on blind emotions, each step taken needed to be carefully calculated in order to have the intended effect. What had happened to him over the course of the last year? Before coming here he would not have been apt to forget a life lesson so vital for survival. The deep ache within his shoulder was a decent reminder to keep his head on straight unless he wanted to end up crippled and on the ground unable to move. Setting his shoulders he pushed through the sharp pain letting it fade from his mind as adrenaline slowly coursed through his veins giving him the extra boost of energy.

His back hooves had barely skimmed their intended target and only served to deepen the strain within his shoulder. A quick glance around left no sign of the boggart so he turned his sights to the bay brute trying to gauge his next move so it would have the greatest effect. What was he thinking? What was he capable of? Many questions assaulted his mind at once as he pivoted around to turn his silver gaze to the rather inebriated looking stag. Pain flashed brightly as something connected with a clash with his side sending him staggering sideways to regain his balance. Damn that moron, despite looking like he was about to fall over somehow he still had enough brainpower to conjure how next he would proceed with the fight he had started. The only thing that could develop that much force and cause the silver flash he had caught out of the corner of his eye was hooves equipped with some object. His own reaction turned against him, couldn’t the brute think of his own tricks instead of copying him.

Inhaling sharply as the pain seared through his side he felt renewed pain radiating from his right shoulder as well. Neither blow felt like a bone crushing force but it was enough to start the beginning of the deep tissue swelling. More than likely a nasty black and blue bruise would develop within the next couple hours if it hadn't already begun. Another breath in confirmed that nothing was broken only quite tender causing his stride to falter slightly. Chancing a glance at his side as he spun sideways it was a relief to see that the light armor had taken much of the blunt impact yet still remained intact. Shoulder burning and protesting the tightness of the turn the only thing to do is push the pain away accepting the adrenaline to give him strength.

As he managed to open his mind to recall his past training insight rushes in as the scene plays out before his eyes in slow motion. The restricted turn and movements of the bay suggest that something is not quite right in the front quarters, other than the head that is. The impact of the prior collision must have had recoil effect, this is what he needed to focus on. Leaping forward to narrowly miss the incisors making contact on his flesh the stallion drops his head as his weight is allowed to fall forwards as his weight is directed at making his own collision with the stallion’s injured shoulder. Thrusting his head forward and in a upwards momentum he can only wish that his horn would slice deep into the stag’s fleshy abdomen at the exact time any contact is made, if any. If you really want to play, let’s play he thought boldly putting everything into his attack. Maybe with the other being as tipsy as it was the possible blow may just decommission any retaliation attempts. Using the image the boggart had conjured as fuel to the fire he gritted his teeth pulling every ounce of concentration he had to full use. If the bay was unfamiliar with the feeling of loss maybe things could be pounded into him instead. It had been so long since the thrill of battle had coursed through his veins but it felt amazing as it made its comeback. There was no more lack of attention, he was ready to play with all cards on the table, what would come next?