It didn’t take long for his challenge to be answered. A massive red and white brute stepped forward. The Blood Prince didn’t recognize his face, but he committed it to memory. After their spar he would ensure to get the giant’s name, for an officer should always know the name of his soldiers. The brute spoke, and Déodat nodded his head, acknowledging the acceptance of his order. He flicked his tail and waited impatiently for the red and white beast to draw in for the first attack, and not long afterward he came forward a powerhouse of muscle and size.

Déodat pushed himself forward with his powerful hind legs, facing the giant before him as they came toward one another. A shoulder was coming toward his own, and Déodat knew the power that lay behind it. He added a bit more power behind his gait and attempted to press forward to evade the blow, but instead his ribcage was greeted with a powerful blow. For a split moment the air from his lungs was stolen, and he felt his body being pushed toward the left. In a desperate attempt to keep himself from falling, he pressed a solid portion of his weight upon his front right leg. Pain shot up through it and he did his best to divide the pounds between his legs. Not long afterward the giant came toward him with his teeth, the Blood Prince wouldn’t let the brute deal in another blow. He was a corporal and he needed to ensure that a level of respect was developed between those below him, and being beaten into the ground wouldn’t precisely make others want to follow him. Without any further hesitation he took several rapid side steps to avert the teeth coming toward him.

While the giant was turning, Déodat then sprung forward after his foe. There would be red staining the snow if it were up to him. Of course, he couldn’t seriously maim or shatter the stallion’s skull, but he could give him reminders of why the Blood Prince had achieved his rank. He tried to direct his body slightly on his opponent’s left side. He turned his head slightly and lowered his horn, aiming to carve his horn down Krieger’s thick neck. A part of the Blood Prince would always be upon this stallion’s flesh if he had it his way. Then whenever he had to look at his ugly mug of a reflection he could remember the crimson corporal that dominated him. Now yes, it was early on in the game to declare victory upon himself, but pride would never let him admit defeat. Whether this stallion was a herdmate or not mattered little, Déodat still craved victory and was tired of witnessing failure and loss. It was time for him to rise up as the champion with the crown and the gold medal, the red stained stallion was of a line of noble warrior kings and queens but had yet to do many of them proud.

All these berating thoughts upon himself triggered that harsh temper of his. It lit a fire behind his pale gaze and a hunger grew in his stomach. Déodat was the Blood Prince, subjugator of the hornless and skyrats, corporal of the Basin, son of the General, and potentially the last of his clan. This foot soldier would respect him, this foot soldier would quiver in his oversized boots the next time they came face to face upon the field of battle. Déodat wouldn’t be satisfied with simply digging in his sword to his opponent’s flesh. Superior size was a factor into play, but Déodat was still swifter and that could be his saving grace.

After his attempt at spearing his opponent he let himself hopefully pass the giant and he slowed his gait slightly and then turned back around. Déodat then turned and tried to face his opponent. He reared up despite the potential distance between the two of them. His hooves came down upon the earth with his two hooves, sending a violent quake through the ground a smirk passed over his lips. Could the hulking piece of meat endure his violent quake? Well, he would see. Déodat charged forward as the quake continued, causing him to be slightly off step. The Blood Prince tried to come up alongside the brute’s left side as the quake began to subside and he threw his weight behind his right shoulder and aimed toward the white and red’s stallion’s ribcage and as he lunged forward his teeth extended snapping at anything they could get a hold of.

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Summary: Déodat tried to come up alongside Krieger's left and draw his horn down his neck. Then he performed a u-turn like maneuver, stopped, reared and then used war stomp in an attempt to knock him off his feet. Then came forward and tried to smash his shoulder into Krieger's ribcage while doing so tried to bite down somewhere on Krieger's flesh.]
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