Levi was a cordial gentleman. Midas smiled at this, nothing favored him more than pleasant conversation and an honest spar with a fellow herdmate. He would rather converse with friends and family all day long, instead of fighting and preparing his command for the bitter art of war. They fought as brothers, and it was upon the sands of sweat and blood that bonds were forged into undying ties.

Ruffled feathers closed along his sides in anxious readiness for their fray to start, the ashy brute was a like a solid tower above his height. The gods had chosen to give our painted general the gift of stocky stature and muscle to make up for what length lacked. Legs widened themselves and pranced frame forward a few steps while an amused smile began to slowly crease a chiseled muzzle.

The Grullo reared, bellowing to the heavens with a warriors cry. Hindquarters tightened with the desire to spring out, hot breath bunched up as a shrill call threatening to escape. He trembled with the amount of control it took to hold back, muscles rippling beneath pelt; collar shimmering when the sun caught golden design just right. Then Levi came. Sprinting headfirst at him in appearance before angling left, neck stretched and lowered skull with lips spreading in a show of gum and ivory.

Head and body twisted to follow as his herd brother passed, dripping jaws widening to land a bite attack along passing side flesh that could be reached. A single kick stung his rear hindquarter; ears sliced along his skull, slight pain whelped where the brute had slapped his butt. Ouch. Spinning ass round as Grullo came in a circle Midas dipped skull to ground.

Forelimbs braced his weight and wings snapped open to strike opponent up across the head or other body part should his kick miss entirely. Both limbs flailed upward scattering granules of hot sand, shoulder muscles contracting to absorb impact. Golden daggers aiming to strike a hopefully exposed flank or belly. Whist spinning and lunging downward Midas heard the whistling of air thrust past flying mane, one ear flicked in wonderance at what had made such a sound. The general hadn’t yet realized he had just narrowly avoided getting rammed in the neck by Levi’s square face.


OCC: Opening post (1/1) (1/2) (0/1)

Attack: Teeth snap at Levi when he passes with hopes of landing an attack on anything past the shoulders and before the hindquaters. Bucks as Levi circles round, wings snap open and have the possibility of hitting Levi should he get to close.

Defense: Legs are braced and balanced while he is bucking. Sturdy.

Injuries: Got slapped in the butt. Might leave a nice hoof shaped mark. <'3