The iron man’s curiosity grows as he watches the brown mare carefully for ideas of what she might do. Would she make her attack obvious or would she have a few tricks up her sleeve? Hopefully there would be a couple of surprises to make things interesting or so he would hope. While he was not the best at giving advice on how to improve fighting skills the least he could do was try to give a few pointers here and there. A subtle nod is all that he gives the fae in response to her question. There is no need to waste words when the focus could be turned towards observation. He would much like this to turn towards him not getting his arse kicked by a woman….again. The last time was more than enough for awhile besides he was supposed to have earned this title as praetor what use was he if he lost every match? He had nothing to lose but his pride this time around unlike the last match where he had not cared if he was left breathing or not.

As the young girl makes her way towards him he finds his eyes grazing over her thin frame more than he intended and more than he would have liked. Her posture, her grace, her hooves… wait her hooves? Snapping his mind back from where the grasps of lust and desire lurked buried under layers of self control he twists around and narrowly manages to avoid the brunt of the mare’s first attack. Well that would teach him to remember what he was doing instead of letting stupid masculine features sway his focus. Dammit focus you moron! he thinks to himself with embarrassment. Silent snickering joins the chorus of voices within his head as Kiara makes her amusement painfully obvious. You are supposed to be on my side remember!? He comments sarcastically in retort. Females… there was no living with them and no living without them. They were just a big old pain in his butt sometimes but he loved them regardless. How about we spice things up a little bit shall we?

“First off you may want to not make your attacks so blatantly obvious.” He finally says aloud as his maw turns up in a smirk. A twinge of discomfort alerts him to the cut upon his upper lip as it curves to meet the requests of the action. It cannot be too big from what he could feel but it was enough to be uncomfortable. Shaking it off his eyes quickly follow the mare’s erratic pace as she circles him like a vulture circles potential prey seemingly unaware of what lurks in the foliage. As she continues to circle a flash of movement catches his attention from the opposite side of the fae as his agile companion makes her move. It is his hope that Kiara can distract her when she is least expecting it so he can make his strike. Leaping from the brush with claws and teeth bared Kiara attempts to take down or at least grab a hold of the fae as she does her prey. Precise timing and the ability to speak silently with his partner will hopefully give them the advantage this time around.

Throwing himself into a half rear the grey launches himself towards the mare in the hopes that his larger size and weight will do some damage to her inside shoulder. Hopefully if he makes impact it will be seconds after Kiara’s attack (if it is successful) so he does not accidently barrel the mare over onto her. Keeping his head tucked to his chest he thinks that perhaps his horn might do some damage as well if all goes according to plan. Each step he takes is a gamble for if he should ever do anything that would hurt his bonded he would hate himself for eternity. She is strong and knows what she is doing. Thinking the phrase over and over in his mind he prays that letting Kiara join in on the spar was not a big mistake.



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