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.