"Iskra!" he replied back cheerfully as he lifted his head to Castor's greeting. The older colt had a grin that Iskra echoed, a trademark it seemed for the young men of the Dragon's Throat. "Hi," he shouted as follow up, teal eyes tracing the bay boy moving into the arena. His amazement at Iskra's skills immediately filled Iskra's chest with hot air, his pride swollen there, making it all the harder to turn down the clear challenge slapped into the sand before him.

About to speak, Iskra was halted by Theo's voice. His grin spread as his head turned to spy the sunlit lad trotting towards them. "Hey Mathèo!" Iskra greeted warmly, exhaling towards his friend in greeting before turning his attention back on the challenger. Except this wasn't exactly even now, and Iskra wasn't going to go winning due to any unfair advantages. Luckily he didn't have to wait long, three fillies arriving in near succession, the last one familiar with the larger colt as she called out to him and positioned herself with a purposeful intent beside her friend.

That's better, Iskra thought gleefully, squaring up on his legs as he anticipated the start of this friendly match. He'd noticed the other two on the outskirts as Vastra entered though, and he jerked his head towards them with a beckoning holler. "HEY! Why don't you join in, would be more fun with more of you!" He didn't know their names, but his gaze was clear as he suggested teams. "You (Vinati) could be with us, and you (Kolr) could be with them."

"Alright, whoever gets the ball through the other side's gate two times wins. No magic." He outlined the rough rules, and glanced at each of them for agreement. "We're team Fire Falcon," he declared, turning back to make sure his team was actually in agreement, but really, how couldn't they be? Too excited to really wait for their answer, Iskra slung his head back around, a devilish smirk crawling along his features, "and we're going to crush you!" he roared out with good-natured enthusiasm.

He broke away from his team then, a shrill whistle splitting from his lips as a signal to begin. He thundered down the arena's length towards the ball that had been positioned back into the middle, for fairness sake. The urge to yank it towards him with his magic was strong, but Iskra was honorable, and relied instead on the strength of his physical prowess (what little there was), and instead leaned down to grab the rope hanging off the end of the ball. He knew the other team would be right there, having been vying for the ball too, so as soon as Iskra's head came up he swung it around and attempted to pass the ball back to Matheo.

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Round 1/2
Interval 1/2
72 hours between intervals - no posting order
Fire Falcons have possession of the ball starting this round

Iskra passes to Matheo.