Gaucho.

The beastly figure appeared hazy and contorted. Eyelids were heavy and drooped down Levi’s cheeks. He could barely focus and Gaucho, who ran towards him like a mad man, was not helping the situation. His tree-like antlers were moving in and out in and out as the corners of the brute’s orbs were fading black. Now, his own thoughts couldn’t be processed properly. Levi relied on his thoughts to organize his fighting structures. He could even hear his own breathing which seemed significantly louder than the pouring rain. Everything was just out of sorts and his concentration was losing interest in the world in which surrounded him. He knew he was going to lose his wits soon, but he just had to keep going for as long as he could.

It must be the poison Levi suddenly realized through grit teeth. If only he had raced out of Mara’s way quicker than her strike then he wouldn’t be acting like the fool he was. Levi knew that it was his entire fault, but even though he felt faint, he was NEVER going to give up, no matter how foolish he was. This was it. This was for everything he always wanted. It took him months, years, to earn this rank. It took determination and much effort. Levi did not go out of his way to spar daily, in endless like hours. for just nothing. He did not patrol the areas of the entire perimeter of the Throat for nothing. And finally, he certainly did not welcome Gaucho in open wings for the beast to take his well-earned rank. No way. He was not going to let the Sergeant rank be taken from him like it was some kind of toy. "No” Levi croaked to himself under his breath. This was his time to shine and to prove to Kri and show Gaucho that he did indeed earn this rank for a reason.

A burst of energy splurged through his pathetic pieces of bone and muscle that he called legs. He wiggled and wobbled sleazily towards Gaucho to the best of his ability, trying not to trip over his unsteady legs. Deep buried hoof prints, in the muddy sands, were left behind as if they had left a personal mark. He was going to do this. The wild vision of the bay seemed deformed as the angry tears of the heavens smudged the silver’s vision. Besides that fact, he was determined to let Gaucho feel his wrath. He was not going to go easy just so that Gaucho could steal his rank right back. No. If he won he won, but Levi wasn’t going to let him do this so effortlessly. Gaucho seemed to know what Levi was capable of. Levi showed him right in the beginning when his sharp hooves cut into the flesh of Gaucho’s hock area. The bay, earlier, screamed in pain… Levi wasn’t going to be ashamed this time if Gaucho would scream again. There could be no regrets from this further point and onward.

“Oumpph” Levi grunted as he and Gaucho’s right shoulders collided. Momentum from the impulse of Gaucho’s strength forced the brute backwards a few steps. Head was thrown upwards as well, jumbling his brain once again. Hooves were dragged in the sanded muds and it made it harder for Levi to find a comfortable stance. Pressing his force back towards Gaucho’s shoulder Levi only tried to steady himself so he could try and fight back. His pounding head echoed with his own heartbeat. He tried to ignore the fact that his concentration was zoning out. He was so out of his own wits that he didn’t even realize the big clump of hair missing from his mane. Gaucho was successful in grasping the hair away from Levi’s neck. And yes, Levi would not have been able to feel it anyway because of the lack of nerve in the hairline, but he still would be able to see it out of the corner of his eyes Gaucho’s pull.

The brute allowed his jaded strength to cease and proceeded to try and pass Gaucho without collapsing. The change from pushing on Gaucho and then moving left to thin air forced Levi to fall forward a bit. His neck trailed forward as well following in the footsteps of the direction his body fell. Clumsily the brute was tripping over himself until he succeeded in moving a few lengths away.

He knew he was going to lose all strength by doing this, but it was worth it in the long run. Closing his eyes momentarily, the brute conjured a small saw like blade shape. Pressing all of his energy he forced it to fly towards Gaucho’s back neck. This is where he intended to aim for.


{ Dun dun daaa...

WC: 800

Attack: 4/4

MC: 3/X

@[Gaucho]