all of us have a hero and a villain in us
Archam was unexplainably angry; the anger was built inside of him, it’s hard to pretend to be a nice gentleman when all he wants to do his rip the hearts out of most equines he meets. This was supposed to be a mock battle for the two to learn although it has turned almost into a real fight as Archam was holding nothing back. Realizing what he was doing Archam calmed the fury inside of him, although he couldn’t back down now. Now he had to keep fighting how he was, projecting his anger off onto Brynmor the little pony in front of him.
As Archam had landed from rearing the gray pony had lifted himself off the ground, slamming down the stag had bared his teeth aiming at Archams throat. He quickly realized the attacked and swayed himself to the right, although slightly to slow the pony was just a tad quicker than Archam. The pony had sunk his teeth into Archams shoulder, pulling a good chunk of meat from him. His shoulder muscle was now showing, and pain shocked through his whole body. His adrenaline kept him moving and able to push the pain from his mind.
The stag looked upon the gray pony with joy as he had returned the pain to Brynmor ripping a chunk of meat out of his hind quarters. In that moment of glee Archam had not payed attention and the pony had kicked his strong little legs at Archams chest, it was too late to avoid the attack and it hit him directly in the chest. Archam was pushed back by the force and the fury had built up inside of him again. His anger forced him to lunge forward at the horse yet again, he was thrashing his head the anger was building more and more. What should he do next? The stag had questioned, his next move was risky for if the pony had managed to avoid the attack Archam could lose his balance and fall. He thrusted his large built body at the smaller pony, trying to clash his side against Brynmors side. If Archam was successful the pony should be shoved to the ground, the pure mass of Archam was more than Brymor had to offer. Archam could feel the wind closing in as his shoulder was aimed for the pony.
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