Archibald turned when he heard another approach. Good, someone has come to him. He let his head fall a bit as he arched his neck, muscles tightening in anticipation as he stood, waiting. Archibald grunted as the mare came into his view, she didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. Her horn was pointed straight at him, and he didn't like that. Letting a grunt roll out of his lips Archibald moved away from her horn, its tip running through a tangle in his long tail. As the new girl moved back, wide eyed, Archibald felt her surprise. He was a behemoth, a monster compared to her. She was small, just about 15 hands, and held general appaloosa traits. A horn, long and most certainly dangerous, sprouted from her face. Archibald took note to keep it at bay.

Angered by the approach with her horn he spoke loudly,"Foolish mare, welcome to my battlefield." Archibald's ears pinned to his head and he snapped at her face with his teeth in a warning gesture, then he quickly advanced towards her. His giant form was oddly graceful--a sign of intense training and commitment. Turning slightly Archibald approached her left side. He stopped and struck out at her delicate cannon bone on her left foreleg, curving his neck to bite at her face and defend his side from her horn.

Loretta growled and rumbled from the side, body wiggling as she jogged around them. Archibald let her know quickly she was to stay at the side. This mare didn't seem to have a companion of her own, and Archibald didn't feel a need to fight unfairly...well, any more unfair than the size difference between them offered.


[ Word Count: 434. 1/3 | Warningly, Archibald nipped in the direction of her face, however, intentionally did not let anything fall. Archibald insulted this mare and charged her, running up at a slight angle to her left side. With his massive hooves Archibald struck out at her left cannon, twisting his neck to aim bites at her face and defend himself from her horn.]

Watching her move away Archibald followed, turning aerodynamically, as if he were herding her. He cut her off, charging at her closest shoulder. The heat of the battle was beginning to fill him. This mare thought she had knowledge, but so far had relied only on her horn. Archibald knew about horns--him and Evers had talked about them while training together. They were strong, but weakened at their thin tips. Archibald's eyes narrowed. He was a machine--built for battle and strategy, blessed with a natural talent. Archibald kept his anger reigned in while the mare let her rage fill her. Tsk tsk, a rookie battle.

With a grunt Archibald reared up, thrashing his over-sized hooves down at Leyra's face--aiming carefully for the side of her horn. Archibald wished to break it off, to cause the mare agony. What was a unicorn with a broken horn? Nothing, useless, less than what they were born as. Archibald wanted to see her glory fall, to rub her unicorn arrogance away. If she wanted to leave all of her attacks to that horn, well, then the juggernaut would break it off and leave her to rely on other things. Maybe she had nothing else? Archibald doubted the mare would come accept his challenge with only one form of battle, with only one strategy. Surely, she could not be so thick. Although, not everyone had the upbringing he had. Archibald felt sorry for those like this mare--she had not thought this through, obviously, and by her quick and full force attacks she was inexperienced and hotheaded.

Coming down from his rear Archibald pressed forward once more, lifting his shoulder and tucking his head underneath Leyra's chin, hoping to ram his large body into hers and knock her off balance, maybe even to the ground. Archibald started to breath short and shallow, keeping from taking in large lungfulls to keep the icy sting as low as possible. Fighting in the tundra was an excellent idea, but it surely had its downfalls. The footing was nice with the lack of ice and snow in the area he had chosen. The earth was hard and he kept his hooves planted firmly, no grass to slide around and cause him to slip. He enjoyed this very, very much.


[Word Count: 510 2/3 | Archibald felt his bite land and backed up quickly, and then rammed forward when Leyra charged him. He turned sharply to avoid her horn and bucked when she tried to get under him, his kicks aiming for her face or anything really to keep her out from underneath him. Her horn sliced the inside of his leg, the cut is really long and bleeding but not too deep. When Leyra ran away from Archibald he followed, cutting her off and running at her he reared up and kicked towards her face, his attack intended to break her horn. Coming down from his rear Archibald charged Leyra, hoping to knock her off balance or knock her to the ground. ]

He took no pity on the inexperienced mare, and even snorted a bit when she pulled some hairs out of his feathers. Pah. Archibald didn't understand why a mare with such little experience would battle such a staggering opponent--it didn't matter if she was brave or quick, Archibald had experience and strength on his side. The mare hadn't even utilized her speed well, and Archibald knew to keep this up close and personal. No pity, he would battle her. He hadn't intended to fight unfairly, but now he had no other choice.

Archibald felt Leyra's hooves crash into his shoulder with his new position of ramming into her. A bruise, he thought, how cute. Narrowing his eyes Archibald bit at her exposed jugular as she loosened her neck muscles. Archibald continued to press his body into her's, keeping his head tucked under her's to protect his face from her horn. She must look awfully silly with her horn flying in the air and a large stallion pushing into her shoulder and chest, biting at her jugular.

Wilder would have pride in Archibald, after all, almost everything the black stallion learned he had inherited from the war-torn white Pegasus. His oldest brother was a warrior, too, and had passed his skills and knowledge to Archibald. Mandrake had helped, too, knowing many things about battles and quick murders. All of his brothers had the basic skills of a warrior, definitely able to defend themselves and take an opponent to their knees when need be, but Archibald truly held a vast cavern of knowledge that he brothers did not when it came to fighting. Wilder and Mandrake saw to that, Archibald would redeem Mandrake’s dreams and keep the pride of her sons up.


[ Word Count: 383 3/3 | Leyra managed to kick Archibald's shoulder because he kept his body tucked into the area of her shoulder, chest and under her neck. He bit at her exposed jugular and kept pushing his body weight into her, hoping still to knock her down or tire her out. While he is pushing he is still biting at her jugular. ]