Male
Black
5 years
Hybrid
No traits
16.2hh
Warmblood build (powerful back and haunches, long legs, well muscled neck)
the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
On the battlefield Fennick was freed from his normal social anxieties. On this hard, sun baked earth he felt whole and centered. Here, all that mattered was him, his opponent and the brutal clash of their bodies. Fennick grinned widely. They may not be playing for any real stakes, but weren’t most battles about the glory anyways?
With a careful eye he sized up Kimber. She was about a hand shorter than him, but she was stocky. Their size difference wouldn’t be a noticeable advantage for him. Fennick could reach higher, as he was taller, but he would have to be careful when guarding his chest and barrel. She was well positioned to attack low. He momentarily considered attacking from above. He could rear to try and aim a bite at her ear, this using that height difference too his advantage. Quickly, Fennick dismissed that plan. She could charge him, and her lower center of gravity could put her in a good position to wipe his feet out from under him.
Fennick decided to combine his thought process and charged before she could launch the first attack. The big stallion barreled at Kimber, his haunches bunching as he hurtled forward. He needed to reach her before she could turn and lash out with her dangerous hind legs. He tried to keep out of kicking range as he aimed to T-bone her at her barrel. The stallion arched his neck and tried to latch on to her withers with his teeth. If he could get a firm grip, and if he hit hard enough, perhaps the force of his impact would knock her down. Unfortunately, there weren’t any rocks for her to trip over, but the earth was cracked and pitted, a careless horse could easily lose their balance.
If he was successful and Kimber fell, Fennick would fall too. But, she would be bellow him. She would, quite literally, cushion his fall. It was a risky move, an all out blitz, but Fennick thought it was worth it. He may be fast, but he was too large to out maneuver a truly nimble opponent. His strength and sheer size were his biggest assets, and he would play them to his advantage.
And besides, there was no reward without a little risk. He may turn a hoof if they fell, but she would bear the brunt of his weight and snapping teeth. He wouldn’t want to be her ribs if he landed on them. Fennick had cracked a rib before, and knew how quickly that pain could end a battle.
With his attack executed, Fennick's first priority was to put some space between his opponent and himself. The large stallion jumped back and began to wheel around, trying to present her with the haunches he had been so keen to avoid when he attacked.
He had lost some weight during the winter, and hadn’t yet replaced it with spring grass. His bone’s didn’t have a full layer of fat to cover them. His ribs, spine and hip bones were all vulnerable. If he was going to take a blow, he wanted it to land on the meaty part of his flank, or the padding of his rump. He could take a solid blow to the chest, but he wanted to protect his face and eyes at all cost.