Coils and Whiskers

The satisfying sensation of his horns making contact jolted through the Watcher's body. Warm blood splashed upon his face, trailing down his muzzle to drip off of his nose. The scent of it drowning out all else. The older stallion's warrior blood began to stir. His heart slammed against his ribcage as the adrenaline surged through his body. He felt his horns strike bone. The other was not at all prepared for the attack. Foolish. One should always be ready to receive blows when facing a new horse. Especially when your first move is to taunt them. The pain within his own head exploded upon the impact with the other, causing him to grunt. But he had not faltered, even as their eyes met he remained steady and icily calm. No emotions flared within those blue pools.

He made no comment when the other spoke, merely regarding him with that silent stare. Head he been younger he may have wasted his breath with some witty retort, but he was no longer the type to join in on such banter. Then again, why was being called a female dog really such an insult? All he did was snort to rid his nostrils of droplets of blood. They were so close now, too close. His charge had put him within striking range. But what was a reward without any risk?

The other's words caused his ear to turn. He felt the magic flow off the other. Tasted it in the air and knew what was coming. Instinctively he stepped back just as the magma rushed forward. Intense heat exploded underneath him, assaulting his legs and belly. The pain, though dulled by the adrenaline still caused him to gasp as the stench of burnt fur and flesh filled the air. he stumbled back further, a grimace of pain upon his normally stoic face. But he did not go down, would not knee before the other. The burns, though they hurt, would not deter him. Though his task had only been to challenge someone to a fight, he was no about to turn tail and run. He was far too stubborn to leave a job unfinished. Either he was walking away with a victory today, or not at all.

A fire lit within the normally calm stallion's gaze. The flame of determination. Well, he had found a stronger opponent, now to take him down. The other could attack at a distance, meaning he would have a better chance at winning if her remained close. Again he charged, aiming to come in close again. Head lowered, horns ready for another strike. Or so it would seem. At the last second the light colored native whirled around, using the momentum of his charge to send his body spilling as he struck towards the other's chest with his hind legs. All the while trying to draw closer to hopefully reduce the chance of another magic blast. Or at least get the other to take himself out with one of those strikes. His front legs screamed as the skin was stretched and torn further, his belly was on fire. But he force through it, far too stubborn and tenacious to let such superficial injuries stop him.



talk talk talk talk

Watcher

Take me as I am, or don't.
Cause I don't give a dang, no.
That's who I am.

image credit to Skylark

ooc: Ruwin is struck back Rico's attack! He is severely burned, but able to move. Seeing that Rico has ranged attacks Ru charges in to reduce the distance between them. Faking an attack with his horns before whirling around to kick out with his hind legs at Rico's chest. All the while trying to draw closer.

@Ricochet.