A piercing bellow from Gaucho was surprising. A stallion, who did not speak many words, was found almost cheering or, one could say, chanting for his fellow spirits to damage Levi to their best abilities. Levi found this kind hysterical in a way for he had never seen Gaucho have such emotion in one day. It brought a grin to the brute’s features to see his brother acting so hysterical in this challenge, although, this did not affect Levi in any way. His thoughts were still concise and prepared for anything. And even though his body was wounded with scarring battle wounds, he took the attack like a true man. It only brought a grin to Levi’s face during the challenge that Gaucho was the one to have emotion and not himself. And now Levi was ready. He was ready because now he knew what the “new” Gaucho was capable of… now it was Levi’s turn to show Gaucho how to rumble.

Crumple, shhhh, phhhh were the sounds that took over Levi’s concentration. His small molding, only the width of Gaucho’s under stomach, was rising quickly as Levi stared harder and harder into the wet sands. Orbs were enforcing the sands to mold to his every thought. In his mind there was a clear picture of a circle shape of muddy sands. This was Levi’s goal. He wanted to create a perfectly round circle shape out of his desert home. As he tried to enjoin the sand to make a circle, it was becoming more of a lumpy, contorted shape. He needed more power. Silver hooves dug into the soft terrain to get a stronger grip as it did take a substantial amount of energy to shape. As attempted to mold and then shoot the tiny granules upwards, Gaucho seemed to sense that something wasn’t right and quickly hobbled into the lightning stricken skies. A disappointed grunt emerged from the Grullo’s throat, but he wasn’t going to give up just yet. He was determined to win this, he just had to! Kri had given this rank to him for a reason. Obviously he had deserved it, in the time, and he did not want the rank to permeate through his hooves like the muddy sand. Yes maybe Gaucho deserved it to, but he would have to earn it a different way. No, Levi wanted this rank was determined that he was going to win this even if he died trying.

And then his confidence was shut down almost instantly. Everything seemed to be spinning as he his wobbly legs almost couldn’t hold the malnourished weight of the bewildered brute. Vision was in and out and in and out again. A deep moan came from his throat as he looked for Gaucho’s beastly figure. The pitter-patter of the rains did not help with his vision, it actually made it worse. A massive head ache was growing too and the thunder gave him the feeling of his heart beat which pounded through the veins in his forehead. His head felt heavy and he was wobbling all over the place struggling to look for Gaucho. Squinted orbs, he still was determined to find this beast if it took all day.

Of course, briefly after, the beast came down from the booming skies. Like the snake, his attack was quick, but meaningful. Gaucho was successful in colliding with Levi’s right shoulder with his own. A shooting pain arose in the smaller stallion’s shoulder and Levi let out a loud “OUCH” as the collision hit. Gaucho’s size difference and strength pushed Levi to the left slightly (Levi’s left so Gaucho’s right if you’re looking from his direction.) In defense, Levi reached out to bite Gaucho’s neck or ear as he passed. Even though it wasn’t the greatest attack, Levi wasn’t exactly “alright” to do anything else. Everything looked like a blur and Levi’s headache was getting worse and worse by the minute. He just hoped he would be able to finish this challenge to the best of his ability because he felt like he was about to pass out at any time.

Spikes once again clenched on to his neck and dug deeper into the wounds that were already fresh and open. Levi could still feel the pain, but he was once again going in and out again. Vision was blurry and he was losing concentration. He didn’t understand what the former Sergeant was saying because the words were coming out mumbled, but he didn’t care. It was probably just nonsense anyways.

Again, Levi thought about his attack. Bingo. Three medium sized icicles appeared in his thoughts. Quickly, he enforced skinny and pointed icicles to mold. Shooting them as quickly as he could, he aimed for Gaucho’s chest hoping that it would hit his target.

[ WC: 800

Attack: 3/4

MC: 2/X

@[Gaucho]