It was early morning and Descaro was dosing in the sun's hazy light as slowly it rose to give heat to a normally cold place. However, it was muggy and the mahogany bay found himself twitching and slapping his tail as flies drew closer, landing upon his dark hide. All in all it seemed to be an average morning, later he would wander down to the Threshold before returning to patrol and sleep a little. It was a routine he'd gotten used to and seemed effective, the borders were kept safe and a steady stream of new recruits entered the Basin. Though Descaro couldn't help, but get agitated that this system was making him lax and lose sight of his goals. This limbo of nothingness. He wanted to be reminded of what it was like to feel the heat of battle and to grip his beliefs harder than ever before. It appeared that today he might just get to do that as a young boy's whinny sounded across the land, calling his name in the name of help. So Voodoo was quick to action was he? Not bad for a colt, not bad at all.

Quickly, he cantered off from the position of his dosing and went to find the child, who had placed himself near the hot springs. Descaro fell to a halt just a few paces away and hopefully on the right side of Voodoo, tilting his head as his eyes glittered with anticipation. "I like your enthusiasm my boy! Show me what you can do and let's see if we can make a fighter out of you" he said with honest emotion. He would give the colt a good run, though nothing too serious, Voodoo was still a comrade after all. With his youth and size the grulla boy would probably be faster than himself anyway, it's just if at such a young age if the child would realize it. His height was bound to reach further for the sky as he got older too, he looked to be almost grown, around his own height and maybe even higher in time. The last opponent he had faced had been a mare as black as midnight, with a similar build to his own, their strength and speed had been equal. This, however, would be much different and much fun.

Time to start the test.

Dark ears fell back as cloven hooves snatched at the moist hot spring ground, his galloping speed was cautious, so he would not slip on the unpredictable surface. Hoping his target had not moved, Descaro aimed a moderate bite for the right side of the colt's fleshy rump. Digging his hooves into the surface to slow down his moment whilst he attempted to get the bite on target. It was hard to keep himself in check, a part of him that burned for blood and wanted to go all out whilst he was constantly reminded that his opponent was still very young. A friend even. This was supposed to be a confidence boost not a confidence knock. It was hard for the soldier to balance spar with outright rage, to not underestimate his opponent, but not overestimate.

Such a fine line to tread that would hopefully become clearer to him as the fight went on, under the gaze of the humid sun.

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Description: Descaro charges at Voodoo's right side, aiming a bite for his rump area.

ooc: Sorry for the wait Nevada! Good luck and have fun! ;D]