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. ]