You watch your opponent fall and you can't help but laugh. A gravely sound tumbles out of your mouth and vibrates your throat, a look of crazed excitement filling your eyes. Your lash with your hooves hits solid horse as well and you're almost surprised at your accuracy. Yes, you're in fine form today, despite your earlier rendezvous with your beloved plant-drugs. It must be the excitement that comes with being in a new place. Whatever it is, you like it and it gives you a new desire to hone your fighting skills.

As the stallion growls you laugh again, forgetting yourself as you let him rise. Damn, you think to yourself as he's suddenly standing again. You should have hit him a second time while he was down. You don't beat yourself up over it too much, though. It is a lesson you will not forget, should you find yourself faced with a downed opponent in the future.

The wince he shows as he stands makes you proud to call yourself a warrior, though the blood on your thigh still trickles down and the bruising in your neck is causing a knot of pain. You must remember you're not invincible and you're not unhurt. Though you haven't done too much moving during this fight, your muscles are warm and your body is beginning to glisten. You are thankful for the moon overhead and not the sun. At least you are not overheating.

Suddenly your opponent is moving again. No stranger to fights, you suspect that he will kick out at you. Still, despite your suspect knowledge, you can't get your large body moving fast enough. Your turn away from him slightly, but before you get too far mossy boy's hooves have crashed ruthlessly into your shoulder. He hits harder this time, like he's gotten angry. You grunt and then grumble in pain, your large size actually a disadvantage this time. The feeling is sharp and makes your muscles contract too tightly. A smaller horse might have been moved away from the hit, dissipating some of the pain. You are solidly stuck in place, taking all of the pain right where it has landed. Your right shoulder is bruising rapidly and you're certain that its going to limit your movement.

He's turning again, trying to come at you, so you don't have much more time to contemplate what pain you're feeling. He lunges and you barely have a moment to think or move. He hits your shoulder and the pain of muscle bruising and inflammation is redoubled. You wince slightly, cursing yourself for mimicking the stallion you were just mocking in your head. Not wanting to continue on this fight too much longer with your shoulder damaged as it is, you try to make what you suspect will be your final attack count.

Reaching your long neck over his back, you throw your head down, attempting to drive your horns into his flesh and create puncture wounds. As this is just a spar and you do not wish to kill your opponent, you purposefully try to avoid his vertebrae and spinal cord. After all, this has been a more than pleasant experience in your mind. At the same time, you lift your front hoof, swinging it to the side in an attempt to batter the stallion's pastern or some other portion of his forelimb. Your hoof is large enough that the weight alone should offer some pain if it hits. Lifting your head then, you try to take a step backward before mossy boy comes at you again, though your motion is slowed by your shoulder and waning energy.

WC: 609
Attack: 3/3