The world was just full of foolish little mares, looking to challenge someone in the snow.

Only hours before, at noon, Gaucho had encountered a whitish unicorn in a maze of ice, who had demanded a challenger, much in the way this oddly-decorated child was doing now. While Sno had screamed the actual words, this beast was simply screaming. The sound both grated and delighted Gaucho’s senses, and he was more than happy to give her a reason to shut-up. Although Gaucho had taken a few injuries from his morning spar, he would never - could never - turn down a challenge. It was not pride, or egotism which forced him to accept, merely the idea of testing his body in a new way. If ever the Throat was attacked, would he simply walk away, because he had a few boo-boo’s? Naynay, he would stand and fight; as he would right now.

Under the guise of nightfall, Gaucho’s bay cover seemed to darken, though it did not quite blend in with the slate-grey slabs of stone that adorned the basin. The filly on the other hand, was like a beacon of magenta hues, as she pawed at the sky. Gaucho’s wings were folded neatly at his side. Sno’s horn had cleanly sliced the surface of one of his wings, leaving a shallow but long gash. It had stung at the time, and even more so after the fight when he tried to move the wing about to assess any further damage. The shallow ones were almost the worst. Gaucho approached from the south, unaware that a herd lived in this frigid basin - he had simply been exploring once he departed from Sno in the Arch. Mara was unimpressed at the idea of spending any more time in the cold than was absolutely necessary, yet as the thought of another spar trickled into her mind, she warmed to the idea immediately. She was furious that when she had lunged for the white unicorn, that all she got for her efforts was a mouthful of mane; she would not fail twice in one day.

Gaucho could see from the gleen above the filly’s head in the moonlight, that she was a unicorn, and made a mental note to keep his wings out of the way, for earlier in the day, Sno had showed him just what their horns were capable of. She looked muscular for one who also looked so young, without any real identifiable traits which might let him know her lineage. He would assume the worst, in that case. Moving with an uncanny grace for a creature so big, Gaucho galloped towards her. He began his charge once he was about 20 feet away, and released a blood curtling scream at about 10 - if she wasn’t already aware of his presence, she should be now. Gaucho would not attack from behind - let him face his partner head on, and reap the consequences. Quickly, his mind began to calculate, for with this much warning the filly could do any number of things to try and evade him. He was far larger, and while her smaller body might make her more agile, he was simply covering too much ground, for it to be likely that she could run away completely. But that horn...He would have to watch that. As Gaucho charged towards her, picking up more and more speed, he angled himself to try and slam into her left flank, on somewhat of an angle. Likely she would turn her head in, meaning to spear him with her horn. Trying to avoid that, if he could, he tried to angle his impact to body-check into her, while maintaining his momentum. He kept his steely blue-gray gaze locked upon her, ready to adjust his movements as necessary to hit his target.As he passed, throwing his weight to the left and hopefully knocking into her, he bucked at her left leg, aiming haphazardly at her thigh as he veered to the right and away from her inevitable retaliation.

[ WC: 698 Attack 1/3 M&G 0/2 Closing Defense 0/1 ]