It was early, so early the sun was hardly up, but the spotted silver bay was busy preparing for the fight ahead. His outlandish outfit was completely different from the creepy zombie dog he had adorned. Instead he felt comical wielding a tall puffy white hat, held by a thin white cord around his throat cradled under his large jawline. Upon his back and reaching down his forelegs was a coat of purest white. The front over the broad muscular chest was held together by black shinny buttons and trimmed with black thread. A thick stiff collar rests loosely against his powerful neck. There was one other piece to his alabaster getup; held by a single white strap on his right rib cage, is a wooden spoon. The outfit complete the stallion had set out for the meeting place. It was a strange meeting area and an even stranger time. Shivering in the early morning light the white speckled bay cantered smoothly through the trees weaving between them easily.

Easing into a steady walk the stallion gazed around searching for a suitable spot for the fight that was to come. Lilac eyes caught the sight of a clearing just large enough for two fighters. Smirking he slipped to the edge of the trees searching for his opponent. A sudden stickiness seemed to descend upon his handsome face. Grumbling he lowered his muzzle briefly to wipe it on the sleeve of his foreleg. Spider webs were nasty; no matter how small they were. Daemyn did not know how truly lucky he was that he had only stepped into a small one. Quivering with excitement he pressed the horrific thoughts away and embraced the pleasure of a fight. Having waited quietly for the golden male now before him, he lowered his fluffy crowned head and strode boldly into the clearing.

He kept is lips sealed using his sudden presence as his weapon. Determination pounded through him as he picked up speed ready to attempt to throw himself into the golden dual horned beast's right side. He was hopping to toss, the ever so slightly taller, male off balance maybe even to he ground. Hopefully adding more pain to the mix he lashed out with teeth as he pivoted to the right and raced away, that is if the gold boy had not fallen. He was hopping to grab hold of the oddly costumed man's flank, croup, or hip trying to rip a good chunk of meat off, or at least leave some holes. If the stallion fell however, he would rear and attempt to slam his hooves down upon the golden's ribs and shoulder before reaching down and trying to grab hold of his girth hopping to make him slow; before back pedaling quickly away relying on his Quarter horse blood for speed and steady steps.

As the powerhouse of a stallion bolted towards the finer bred golden boy he chuckled. The dual horned male's costume was hilarious. Coconuts strapped to his chest, a grass skirt, and flowers everywhere. Even as the laugh escaped, his dive for flesh was cut short; as his fore hooves slipped at once. How had he missed so completely? Lucky for his attacker Daemyn was close enough that his swords still struck their mark. Anger and pain welled like the blood on his right hip as the two horns pierced his skin. Groaning with rage as his knees smashed to the ground the horns ripped at his flesh. Instead of just leaving two holes the daggers tore bloody lines over his hips. Squealing with his anger the silver bay through his sore forelegs out straight to brace his hulking frame. He would be damned if he let himself fall. That would be a death sentence for him for sure. No, he would not fall easily; if he had to die Daemyn would not make it easy for the horned man. Fate smiled upon the Sergeant as the golden seemed to be preoccupied. Throwing his weight up to stand on all four hooves firmly again he turned to see what had halted the spearing.

Fear in the shape of a gigantic black spider, spun through his brain. Unfortunately he did not have long to look at the panic inspiring beast. BAM! Another of the charcoal arachnids slammed into his already injured side causing searing pain to blast his senses, and making him slide in the wet grass a few inches to the left. Was it lucky or unlucky the hairy thing seemed to match his own size and kept him from toppeling over. Razor sharp pincers sliced easily through his right shoulder stopping because the stallion beside him managed to chase his furry assailant away. Fate had smiled on both of them simply because the spiders seemed to be cowards.

Triumph pounded through his aching, bleeding body as the golden slowly slipped to the ground. Sneering as the swirl of anger, hope, frustration, and pain whirled inside his chest the stallion turned his head quickly searching for the attacker. His bloody hip and shoulder making it difficult to move he needed to see where he had to go before attempting it.

As lilac eyes caught sight of his rival collapsing due to the dew covered earth; the silver haired took his chance. Instead of whining about the pulsing agony on his hip and shoulder the Sergeant embraced the adrenaline flooding his large frame. Shoving his first instinct to try and pivot then slam his weight down on the grass skirted lad Daemyn shifted himself forward and kicked out. He hoped that sharp strong hooves would slam into the stallions skull, or neck. Again and again the male struck out taking out his fury, clearing his mind for another attack, a different approach.

Now he went with his first instinct, to spin and rear. Swiveling counter clock wise, as quickly as possible, he halted for a mere heart beat before shoving his body into the crisp air. Trying to aim his hooves to bash then slide down the lad's ribs. Determination and rage coursed through him as he tried his best to cripple the other. After trying to slam down upon the tender flesh he forced himself to try and jump over the gold body. It was time to assess the situation before plunging into the fray once more. Making as tight a circle, clockwise, as he could the Sergeant turned to meet the next attack. Gods how he wished the torment of shredded flesh would end. 'Just a little longer.' Was all he could manage to reassure himself.