Both outputs had hit their marks, though much to his disappointment ivory dealt more damage when compared to what hindfeet had managed. Drops of crimson lingered across tongue; it mingled with saliva, turning clear liquid a slight shade of pink. Flavor made quick impression, a bitter combination of copper and musk. The taste was strong enough to make throat constrict and nearly gag a lesser youth; but Midas was no lesser youngling—so he coughed and swallowed the bitterness past sampling buds to a place where it couldn’t be noticed. He felt the satisfaction of gaining foothold when tips of hooves tingled, announcing that contact... however brief, had been made. A halfgrin emerged toward the short-lived victory. Cranium rose from its lowered bucking position to face Levi with leveled rear and strained forelimbs.

Don’t ever circle a horses butt, or you'll get slapped with a few hundred pounds of annoyance. His flank stung in painful remembrance to beating just received. Aside from feeling victorious—the general couldn’t, and wouldn’t find enjoyment from wounding a brother; only a sense of necessity. To truly understand battle, one must be immersed completely….and the only safe way to practice was under the watchful eye of a partner or mentor.

Tail lashed across hindquarters when right wing felt a pressure close to pain. The taller Grullo was trying to close Midas’s appendage forcefully in whichever way he could. Fangs snapped together and a snarling hiss like sound emerged, all birthed from tight frustration. Feathers closed, flattened against painted body like a vice. Levi pushed further, thrusting body to throw a smaller Campolina off-balance. Left side strained against the onslaught of weight, a wing extended to aid in balance while golden daggers dug deeper into giving earth. Muscles flexed and pushed against a more powerful opponent in size and strength. His height gave advantage, but where there was advantage there was also weakness.

Longer legs gave ample room for attack, Midas jerked muzzle round—under the shoulders of his earthly brother. Teeth snapped at the ashy forlimbs that took gains from thrusting, their aim striking at the tight tendons just below knees. If this lad was going to push then by darn he was going to shove back and give Levi reason to limp.

Suddenly pressure and annoyance both disappeared; apparently Levi had either felt his teeth or grown bored of simply pushing against an unwilling wall. The brute rushed forward and before any reaction could take place on the generals part the snapping heat of hindhoof very nearly mated with chin. Hindquarters took body into retreat, nearly sitting him down. Eyes had been fatefully wide open the whole time, sharp granules of sand bit through air and sank between flashing lids.

A sharp whinny ignited past tonsils, his eyes burned and immediately watered to rid themselves of foreign particles. This wouldn’t be enough to stop his next onslaught; Midas was a friend of the desert. Born and mastered in the art of sand shifting. Forelimbs rose up, balanced by leveled and sunken hindquarters. Avian limbs extended on each side, he gave them a heavy thrust…feathers nearly mating with earth in their downstroke. A fresh cloud of dust and sand scattered as reward for expended efforts. This wasn't an attack, more of a defense. Levi should be able to avoid a weak cloud. But from behind smoky soil Midas was readying to spring out. Lids where open, but the insides where certainly irritated.

Thrusting from behind shimmering cover and landing roughly. Throats son emerged, then immediately thrust body skyward. Neck angled down with jaws wide and ready to ravage an attack across anything beyond ears toward withers. A mouthful of mane would be satisfactory. Limbs thrust to gain heaven as advantage.

OCC: Opening post (1/1) (2/2) Last post is yours Levi, as a closing defense. <'3

Attack: Bites at closest forelimb when Levi pushes against him. Emerges from dust cloud only to enter the sky and snap at Levi in passing.

Defense: Uses a cloud of dust and sand created by downbeat of wings to recover some semblance of sight.

Injuries: Has irritated eyes.