04-07-2015, 08:06 AM
He is beyond confused at this point, but has long come to realize that there will be no reasoning anymore with this chestnut horse. He is past the point of reason and will only see things his way. Words cease and hooves and teeth begin to fly. As with all things battles, the two let out their fair share of grunts, snorts and even the occasional squeal as a painful attack reaches it mark.
Hakeem is surprised that they still remain alone as he had always known the Jungle mares to be very attentive and quite defensive of their home, but for some reason, not one has yet to come check on the noise that the pair makes as the crash around in circles among the underbrush. Soon after the battle starts, there is a searing pain running through his body. Every spot where Rodrik's teeth or hooves meet his skin feel like a thousand hot pebbles being forced into his flesh. Where they push against each other in an attempt of forcing the other to stumble, his skin welts up as the poison seeps through it. Every movement he makes is excruciating at best and at worst, he wished he could just stop where he was, but he knows he can't. If he stops, the enraged stallion will most certainly win him over and so, it is with flattened ears and every last bit of gut left inside of him that he continues to rush, strike and meet Rodrik in his attacks.
He is old though and he knows he will not be able to keep this up for long.
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