There's some kind of storm brewing in his eyes

The thick bodied brute was quick to battle, advancing forwards even as he was talking, stealing a sharp reply from the lips of Hector who suddenly zoned in his concentration on the dappled beast. This was more than just a simple fight, this was for his honour and for his pride. This was for Shadow. Veci had positioned himself somewhere above them, his watchful unseen gaze a great help to the orange General who forced himself to swallow his anger and clear his mind. A rash decision here could be the death of him, this wasn’t just some spar against Gaucho or Kri. He was already promoted to a high military position, but this was the first time Hector had gone one on one against an enemy. The bells of reckoning were ringing, it was time for the tribrid to prove himself worthy of his title. However, he could put as many meanings as he wanted onto this fight, but it didn’t change the fact that Zar’roc was now lunging towards him. Ears of fiery quality slapped back and fore hooves flashed into the air, raising his wings and using his superior height to dodge the damaging bite, feeling his opponent's teeth brush briefly against his left leg to form a minimal scratch. It was enough for a sharp wake up call as he felt a whoosh of wind blow past his nose as the leonine slap barely missed it’s target.

As the grey draft went to duck under his wings, Hector found gravity returning him to the ground, hooves barely touching the floor before he spurted forwards. Intent on using his longer stride to escape from the unicorn from the unicorn as swift as he could, favouring the right and hurtling towards the longer grasses, dodging the last ditch buck of Zar’roc. His enemy’s hooves taking out a few orange hairs from his leonine tail. Equine feet ate up the ground, two more strides and he swiftly slammed down his wings, taking flight over the heart to gaze down upon his opponent. Lips quivered and anger began to form on his expression, eyes normally so warm were like two chips of ice as his mind reeled at the audacity of the filthy wretch. Rarely did the hybrid get angry, but it was clear in the set of his face that he was indeed truly pissed off that the beast before him was arrogant enough to take what was not his, and stupid enough to think he’d get away with it. Or perhaps he was really after a fight, to which Hector eagerly obliged. His gaze snapped to the hound with one brief curious look before he focused back to the horned stud. Veci, watch the mutt Was all he uttered, his bonded simply humming in reply.

The breeze was slowly increasing and Hector allowed it to push him left, hoping to use it to gain momentum, before he dived downwards to where he hoped Zar’roc was and lashed out his back legs, aiming for the grey’s back. As quick as his overgrown body would allow him, which wasn’t so simple as his bulk was a hindrance in the air, Hector flew upwards once again before returning for another attack. This time banking to his right, fighting against the opposing wind, before finally attempting a kick from his back legs towards where he thought was Zar’roc’s right shoulder. His attacks were laced with anger, but his face was now a mask of concentration. In all his previous battles it had been aerial fights, however this was different and Hector wondered if this was what an eagle felt like when he was chasing a rabbit.

[ooc: You did really well paddeh! :D Have more confidence because you’re an awesome writer ^^
wc: 615 | 1 /4 rounds | 0/2 companion/magic
Hector dodges the bite and the tail by rearing, grazing his front left leg by doing so, he then continues to gallop away to his right, away from Zar’s buck and takes flight. Attacking with two aerial kicks, the first aimed for Zar’roc’s back and the second aimed for his right shoulder]