Frowning, Gaucho wondered what fairness had to do with anything. if there was to be an invasion, or a threat to the herd, surely Levi wouldn’t expect them to play fair? Just what sort of herd had he joined? Perhaps he was in the wrong place after all. Still, Gaucho enjoyed a spar and would gladly take Levi on, regardless of his strange rules. Later, Levi might reflect on how silly his tactic had been to frustrate Gaucho, once he got to know him better. For now, Gaucho’s steely blue eyes watched Levi fiercely, though without any perceptible anger or frustration. Gaucho was a creature of instinct, letting the primal part of his brain take over entirely, when in battle. It bothered him not, that the grullo stallion remained still for so long, for impatience was an emotion afforded to those of a higher intellect than Gaucho. Naturally, Levi galloped towards Gaucho. The larger bay stallion pranced forward, but did not run to meet Levi head-on. He gauged that even though the day wasn’t so hot yet, that he should still be careful of how much he exerted himself. Later in battle, he would surely chastise himself if he felt his energy draining simply because he had charged forward now, like some young colt.

Prancing forward to meet Levi, Gaucho carried himself with an odd grace for such a primitive looking creature. He almost looked as if he were simply moving forward to meet an old friend: His head was up, ears alert, and his movements while graceful and animated, appeared relaxed; surely lacking the tension and frustration Levi had been anticipating. Gaucho’s primitive mind whirrled, creating and playing-up the facade that he was merely some large dumb brute. Meeting on his left side, the bay braced himself to throw his weight into his left shoulder, should Levi choose to try and impact him there. As the stallion angled his right wing, but not his left, Gaucho’s instincts told him that Levi did infact mean to try and knock into him. Tucking his chin to his chest defensively, the large stallion threw himself forward and down to the left, to compensate for their slight differences in height. It would do no good to hit Levi in the wither - the lower down he was able to strike him, the more unbalanced he would become. With a grunt, he felt their bodies collide. As Levi was no rolly-polly stallion, there was little fat on his body to cushion Gaucho’s blow, and the bay felt the sting of his muscular form and shoulder bones charlie-horsing his own shoulder.

With surprising speed, as if Gaucho’s blow hadn’t even effected him, Levi was suddenly airborne, gliding over and around his backside. Infuriated that his opponent could be so quick, Gaucho easily bucked into the air, aiming to strike out at Levi. As his chin had already been lowered, and his center of gravity adjusted forward somewhat from the impact only seconds earlier, the stallion was in a good position to fire his hind legs at the grullo. With a grunt, he hoped to connect somewhere on the stallion’s belly. As his hindlegs descended (either striking Levi or not), he felt a blow to his side, and grunted with pain as Levi’s hoof hit behind his rib cage, luckily not breaking any bones, but surely causing a large bruise.

As Levi landed on Gaucho’s right side, he took advantage of their differences in build, using his bulk to his advantage. He couldn’t neatly fly over Levi, as the stallion had just done to him - he was far to big to be airborne so quickly, but what he could do, was throw his weight around. Literally. Grunting, he turned into Levi, twisting his midsection towards the grulla, who currently had his maw wide open, appearing to be trying to bit his cheek or neck. Although Levi’s body was directly to the right of Gaucho, making it impossible to open his wings, he still attempted to jut his right wing out, hopefully hitting Levi in the ribs, or if nothing else, pushing him off balance. Swinging his large head, he tried to maneuver his chin up and over Levi’s head to avoid his teeth, while at the same time, rearing up and into Levi. As he moved up, he thrashing his front hooves, aiming them at Levi’s head if it was not moved, and if it was, his chest.

[Summary: Gaucho prances forward to meet the galloping Levi, throwing his weight into his left shoulder, aiming down. As Levi flies over him, Gaucho bucks at his belly. Once Levi lands, Gaucho shoves his right shoulder into him, and rises his muzzle high, striking out at him with his right wing. Rearing up, Gaucho thrashes with his front legs.

Attack: Levi and Gaucho collide, shoulder-to shoulder, bucks towards Levi as he flies over head, wing-attack, and flails his front hooves.]