You're rather pleased mossy boy decided to stay for this bit of fun. You've been looking for a fight for some time now. The stallion stumbles as you crash your shoulder into him, then you stumble too. You must have thought he wasn't going to move and that you were going to have a solid backboard to impede your movement- stupid on your part. Luckily, in your stumbling, you still manage to slice his neck with your horns. Some blood from your prey drips down to the tip of your horn and on to the white of your nose. You almost laugh, but then remember this isn't really funny at all. After all, you're still stumbling over your own feet.

As you manage to get your feet back under your body, your opponent's head flings around, mouth open and teeth bared. Dramatically, you flail your head to the left, overreacting just a little and sending your shoulders a step to the left as well. You're lucky you don't tip over with the way you're moving about. Still, all your flailing is for naught. Your opponent latches his teeth into your neck and you grunt in pain. His bite is solid and bruising is imminent. You started this little conflict, though. You can't let a little bite get you all bent out of shape.

As the stallion rears up, hooves reaching out to batter you, you see and seize your opportunity. Jumping forward, you attempt to once again shove your shoulder into your opponent. This time you're aiming for the underside of his ribcage. Perhaps, if you can hit hard enough, you can tip him over. That would be quite a sight. As you're busy jumping forward your opponent is busy making contact. Since you've moved forward a bit his hooves don't hit your side, but rather bash high into your right thigh. This time they tear, sharp edges breaking mud from your dirt-covered hide and letting some blood seep out. Pain rushes up your nerves, traveling from your hip to your head. You're beginning to get into the rhythm of the battle, though. Your movement is not quite as dramatic as you swing your hind out and away from him. You managed to stay balanced. Good for you.

Although the effects the plants are wearing off, you're still a little bit in limbo. The quicker movements of your slightly smaller opponent are making your head spin and you grunt your disapproval now, perhaps a little bit late. Regardless of whether your shoulder hit or not, your opponent has to come down from his rear at some point. You half-rear, the lifting motion much slower than mossy boy just moments ago. You do not wish to expose your underside the same way the other stallion did so you try to keep your body a little closer to the earth. Casting your gaze downward, you look to see where your opponent has gotten to. If he is still near-by and standing, you will attempt to bash your knees into his side. If he has fallen, you will attempt to land your hooves on his form. Either way, your limbs itch for blood.

WC: 530
Attack: 2/3
OOC| Don't ever feel obligated to post quickly if you don't have the muse. There's quite a window for response time on the spars, take your time ^-^ When you're ready to post, just ask someone in the C-box to do a dice roll for us if they haven't gotten around to it :)