"With my speechless calm eyes."
He isn’t given much time to collect himself, the heavy built stallion launches himself into Brynmor’s direction almost right away. He only has a split second to study Archam and although the other male seemed to have calmed down – he didn’t look as angry and murderous as before – he clearly isn’t backing down. That is something the graying male could only appreciate, but he wouldn’t let himself be blinded by it. He stands still as Archam comes closer as high speed, momentarily frozen.
The ground shakes underneath his opponent’s hooves, the sound drumming off into the distance. The formerly blind stallion objects the idea of running, he wouldn’t be able to get far enough out of reach since his condition was too low, he would be too slow to avoid Archam. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t use his more agile built in advantage. Although the heavily panting and the burning of his flesh limits Brynmor in his movements, he attempts to move out of Archam’s way.
He only moves when Archam is close to him, so he can make sure that it would be too late for the bigger male to adjust his own direction. Sidestepping Brynmor tries to avoid him, turning his hindquarters while his front legs stayed in approximately the same place, but once again he isn’t able to match up to Archam at full speed. Archam hits him around his flank. Their legs clash and Brynmor can feel the Warlander’s front knees slam against his left hind leg. The power of the impact causes him to lose his balance and has him stumbling sideward in an attempt to keep himself upon his feet, but not without aiming a second – one legged – kick in the bay roan’s direction. It wasn’t really the smartest thing to do, he would’ve gained his balance again faster if he wouldn’t have, but he might not be able to get this close to Archam again.
The pony firmly pushed his front legs into the ground, spreading them slightly to have a better balance, to gain control over his movements again. Because of the power with which Archam bumped into him he had made an almost 360 degree turn (pirouette on front leg idea), and that meant he was now facing the Warlander’s from behind. Well, not entirely behind, he stood a little to Archam’s left side, but most importantly he stood quite close to his still going forward opponent. Not thinking twice Brynmor throw’s himself forward, not as fast as he had hoped because of bruised hind leg. He throws himself into the air, his hooves stretched to hit Archam’s hindquarters.
Once again Brynmor retreats panting and as he realises that it’s over he feels the fatigue setting in. The blood still rushed through his veins, but slowly – as the adrenaline started to lose effect on him – the burning and pain get the upper hand. The gray’s head drops a little towards the ground and although his ears are still pressed back against his neck, he lets go of all other signs of aggression.
"Nothing is coming to rise."
OOC: Yes, first battle is done
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