Thundering black hooves stroke the hard ground as soft snowflakes lightly danced in the air. Wind stroked the steed's mane and tail, making it wave like a black and gold flag. The blackness that flooded the land covered Tonka, making him appear as if he was part of the darkness itself. Navy blue eyes lighten by only a few passing glowing trees. He had traveled to the Thistle Meadow today with an, rage filling inside of him. Usually other's had a reason to be mad, but not Tonka. This dark natured brute was just woke with an indescribable anger filling up inside of himself. That is why he had to come here so that he could not let the other Assassins see him like this. He could not take that risk that he would take out his madness on one of them. Little did he know, he was about to rid his rage on another.

He thought that he would be here alone, and he would be able run and kick and rear until he got his anger out. That was not the plan now. A thundering sound came crashing him from his thoughts. A sound that seemed to be challenging and threating him. Oh, there was no way in hell he was going to let a challenge slip from him. A smile came to his lips. He lifted his front half, his front hooves lifting from the ground. His horned skull pointed towards the forever black sky. His hooves crashed back down to the ground making the flat terrain rattle. He bolted off to go meet his competitor.

The lights of a lantern tree illuminated his view. His challenger was a dusty colored stallion. He was tall, but not as tall as the massive dark brown brute. He had wings, whereas Tonka had a blade. Sliver flecked dark blue orbs glanced at the bright icy orbs of the stallion's. Tonka slowed his pace down until he was at a complete stop in front of the golden boy. A cold stare got shot at stallion. He wore the scent of the World's Edge. That is why he had chosen challenge him. It was because of his attempt of stealing the filly, Azale.

Oh well... If this World's Edge stallion chose to challenge Tonka, it was his fault.

Now it was time for the fight to begin. The dark brute flung himself around so that his rump was faced to the competitor's front. He kicked as hard as he could, hoping to strike the sandy stallion in the neck. Swinging himself back to the face of the steed, the horned brute reared up, aiming for his hooves to land on the right wither and wing of the buckskin. If this move was correct, it would cause the right wing of the stallion to break. He landed back on the ground, his black hooves crashing against the hard flat surface. He backed up, then started to pick up a canter. He aimed his curved silver horn to penetrate and scrape the left side on his shoulder, traveling down his back and retching to his rump. A grim smile crossed his face. Rage was being relieved from his body by the second.

Tonka backed up and again, he was standing face to face with his competitor.