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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.]
