You're pleased with your idea. It's been a long time (forever?) since you've tested yourself against someone worthy of your battle prowess. Helovia has thus far only produced one creature whom was able to best you- that gray bitch- but even her you don't count as a loss. She cheated. Kicking a rock so hard that it embeds in your shoulder is hardly fair. But the primitive beast that stands before you... stupid or not, you can tell that he has been in his fair share of battles- scars riddle his hide. If he were incapable of fighting, he would be more than dead by now, you're sure. Besides, he took that hit that you gave him in the forest so long ago quite well.

As he finally, in what seems like slow motion, lowers his rack of antlers towards you, you begin to chuckle and tense your muscles. Train. The battle is on and you are ready-

or not!

The primitive man lunges forward, throwing his pronged antlers into yours and latching the two sets of horns together quite solidly. Your eyes widen as you realize what has happened and you begin to panic. You have to admit, you've never had your horns used as weapons against yourself before and the feeling is entirely uncomfortable. It was a stupid move on your part, of course, to so brazenly flaunt them in front of Gaucho. Your hooves begin to pulse rhythmically into the ground as you try to force your body to do something- anything! Your eyes widen and the whites begin to show, you try to pull backwards and away. Of course, the combinations of drugs and panic does little for your cognition skills. Obviously you can't pull away- you're horns are trapped in his antlers.

But ah, what are friends for, except to help you out? Like you have some sort of weird fetish for mucus, your opponent's grasping lips and snot (which has landed neatly upon your nose) wake you up from your anxiety. Of course, friends also don't let you get away with being an idiot, and Gaucho has certainly proven himself to be a friend. The primitive man pushes forward and you, not ready by any means, are forced backwards. You try to hold yourself against him, to harden your muscles and thrust back, but he had the upper edge from the moment he took you by surprise.

Gaucho finally fully tips the scale in his favor by catching you off guard with a well placed kick to your cannon. You whinny your displeasure, knowing a bruise will shortly form on the bone. The distraction is enough for Gaucho to overcome you- you are forced backward with the force of his pushing. You are only saved from falling to the ground when your excessively large ass crashes into a tree- the ground would have almost been better. As the bark scrapes and embeds into your flesh, you throw your head upwards in surprise. Overreaction- one of the many fine side effects of your drugs. Your only consolation is that your horns suddenly seem to be freed from their capture.

Instantly, you reach for your magic. Gaucho may be a friend, but he has shown no mercy and you will show him none in return. You feel the darkness leaving you, hoping that your aim is true, but do not wait for Gaucho to show the tell-tale signs of oxygen deprivation. You move now- even if your magic does its job, you do not have time to waste. Lowering your head down in an attempt to prevent Gaucho from capturing it again, you thrust yourself forward off of the tree. Liquid- it must be blood- trails down your hind left limb. Who likes bark anyway?

As you press forward, you throw your head up once you judge it to be past Gaucho's antlers. He has shown you the might of his horns, now you will show him the might of yours. You attempt to scrape their points across the junction of his left wing and shoulder, mindful of the fact that his snake must be somewhere near. You get a sense of deja vu as you make your attack, your mind conjuring faint memories of a river and... a hula skirt? No, that can't be right. Drugs. Can't live with them, can't live without them.

As your head finishes it's upward arc, you press onward in an attempt to slam your chest into his shoulder, already limping quite severely on your front left limb. Gaucho must have got you harder than you thought. In your head you call him an asshole, but you only mean it in the most loving of ways.


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OOC| Dark x Water Magic: Able to burst red blood cells, causing reduced hemoglobin levels therefore signs of anemia and oxygen deprivation. Symptoms include muscle cramping, shortness of breath, increased heart rate, disorientation and fade after 30 seconds.
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