Since this was to be her first sparing, Midas simply followed along quietly; waiting for said girl to choose a position that would provide equal favorable environment. She led him to a frozen wasteland. A sigh arose to cloud air with heavy breath, wings tightened against sides—his only sigh of irritation. Midas despised all this cold.

Meanwhile…

Partner’s energy was being spent pawing and twitching—honeyed orbs glanced over the quivering roan, reserved calm always upon his face. Energy was too precious to be wasted in effort of showing out. They separated and stood at a distance, body straightened; the metallic armored collar bumped against his chest with warm pulses. Its properties wouldn’t be used today, for this was training….not war.

Eyeing each other for only a moment, she called out first, “Ready?” A responding smirk was the only appropriate answer obtainable, jaws parted with smile fleeing as the lady charged forward. Shifting weight to hindquarters, Midas steadied his frame and anchored rear weight to earth. Chest extended with readied breath and neck flexed at an angle with jaws opening to receive her attack head on, or flex upward portion sideways either left or right depending upon approach.

She came, to the left—he adjusted frame to angle as such, and took note when slight change of direction was made. To the right! Too late to protect his upper shoulder blade from a smart nip, but not too late for jaws to swing round and attempt at landing an open mouth strike of his own along her backend portion. She slithered behind, rear jumped up with hindfeet snapping in the direction partner fled.

Leaning sideways after landing from the kick, Midas twisted right. She had paused, he did not—body shot forward to meet her slightly taller frame. Rising up when distance had been closed, wings extended and thrust inward to attempt at flogging contact across upper portion. Daggers stuck air, each a dangerous weapon that had the potential to strike her. Rear leveled itself and found a balanced position to uphold bulk and any force that came against it. Neck remains tucked to protect throatlatch.

OCC: Opening attack post (1) (0/4)
Attack: Bites at Sierrra's spine/hindquaters as she runs past. Kicks in direction she runs past. Follows after Sierra runs behind, rears upon meeting with wings extended and flapping inward to strike along her shoulder/neck/or head. Forehoof's striking out with intent on clipping her should she rise up.

Defense: Leveled and balanced while rearing, neck is tucked to protect throatlatch.

Injuries: Teeth scrap, will lightly bruise along upper right shoulder blade.