It all seemed to end so quickly. Archibald's massive fore hooves drove into the side of the stallion before him, their accuracy driven ferociously by the battle ability he held because of the Foothills ranking him so respectively. This battle had taken its toll and Archibald was glad as he felt his pride’s endeavor coming to a close. After his attacks landed Archibald let his weight sink back, his body prepared to land back on the ground and his teeth ready to snap at Birch's heels as he drove him off angrily. With his muscles tight and mind focused on driving Birch away Archibald was not prepared for the white draft's tree to come slamming in his direction. As the branches collided with Archibald's body he stumbled backwards, legs flailing to find proper footing. With this quick backwards movement Birch’s hooves struck only air. Dust piled up around the drafts as the black shuffled his hooves and spread his legs to finally stabilize himself. Snorting, Archibald backed up, his breaths coming in hard puffs that racked his chest.

In this moment Archibald was not representing his herd well, but he always had a duty to himself and there was no way imaginable that the warrior would stand to take such disrespect. Archibald had offered refuge only to have it thrown in his face. "The Foothills could have used your skills in battle effectively, now, as far as I am concerned you are not welcome." Archibald snorted, eyes hard as he stood as strong as he could. Archibald was sure that if Paladin had been watching this ordeal the unicorn would not be pleased but the idea of pleasing anyone, at this point, was beyond his level of tolerance.

With that Archibald looked down at Loretta, the red malamute already at his side poking her nose on his legs and whining with worry. He could feel her emotions were mixed between worry for his wellbeing and anger for him not letting her fight. Reaching down Archibald touched his nose to the red dog’s back and lifted his head once more to look at Birch. ” If I see you again, especially near my home, mark the promise that I will end you.” Swishing his tail in annoyance Archibald turned and headed towards his home.




[ WC: 386 | Closing. Birch's branches knocked him off balance and made him stagger back. However, Birch's final frontal hoof strikes missed. Archibald is going to be sore in the morning :| || Edited to add table ]